rise, rise, rise.
it’s like sailing,
it’s like flying.
running across the sea.
skipping over white caps.
screaming at the wind.
singing louder than the gulls,
just you and me.
“Rise to the occasion!” My maid was scolding me again. I had utterly refused to wear the puffy yellow dress she had laid out. “You’re a princess, you must impress them,” she continued.
I nodded, but I had another dress in mind. It was dark red and the fabric flowed over my skin like water.
There was a sunshine morning on the rise and no one could stand against the mighty powers of such majestic forces. Coming with the morning is all things arisen: people and animals awake from their slumber to the beginning of a new day.
its time to rise up…. enough with this sitting around and waiting for shit to happen. get the fuck up on your feet and do something about it. life is too short to just let things pass by… rise up and live.
I see your stony features laying their upon the table, secretly I wonder why I could even try to play god, but then again I would do anything to see your chest rising and falling again, alive.
I wanted to rise above the rest
but i didn’t know if i could pass the test
I rose and crashed like waves at sea
the fight almost got the better of me
but in the end the truth came out
i could not be stopped
Rise and be with me,
My dear baby,
you left me
too early.
Rise and let me rock you in my arms,
let me hold your hand across the street,
I never got the chance,
Rise my dear girl and we will never part again.
Rise? To rise. To climb, to endure, to defeat hardship…the nature of “rise” can be difficult to define, as it is contextually used rather ambiguously. The imagery is positive generally, however, giving a sense of accomplishment, of triumph — or perhaps just getting out of bed in the morning.
I should be on the rise. I should be slowly inflating, going up and up and up, feeling infinite, like that was all I would do for the rest of my life. Then there would be the fall, the sad, sad, fall, and then burning pain the whole way down until the tiny clunk and the bottom of the fall, the tiny sound of what’s left of me hitting the cold ground.
When we fall, we rise. For staying low gets us nowhere. Be risen. Rise as high as you can go and the a little higher. keep your head high and keep on going
Rise up above the influence. Don’t let people tell you that you can’t do something. If you believe that you can, then you will. And don’t let people pressure you or push you around; only you are the boss of you.
Rise against the intruders who have brought death to our land! They cannot get away with this. It is our job as Mironians to defeat all who dare to enter our sacred lands. We will burn and pillage their villages, rape and murder their women. We will take no survivors!
Rise dictates a beginning, a start to something new. The Sun reaching out to greet the world on another day, as we push ourselves from our lost slumbers to greet the sun anew. Rising is to do so much more. To acheive a new level or knowing and goal accomplishments, to become a better you.
upwards. acelaration. from the dust angels. still i rise tupac. rice? risen from the dead Jesus. spirituality, accension movement life liberation liberty
to rise in the morning is to give everything another chance.
to forgive
to forget
its saying, “ill rise and take on whatever today has to offer”
its deciding to keep going
its to rise above the temptation of not rising
When I rise in the morning, there is usually something immediately on my mind. It doesn’t stay for long. Usually it is a hint of the dream that I just experienced
The rise and fall of his breath hypnotizes me as we lay on the white sand entangled in one anothers embrace, watching the sun set over the glorious ocean. I truly love him with all my heart.
don’t give it up. the sense of urgency you feel when something really fires you. rise, meet the challenge and you will thank yourself when it is complete. Rise.
I rise above the swelling waves of my turbulent existence. Why do we find wisdom when looking down on the world from above the chaos? Why is our nature so entangling that we can’t see things for the beautiful way things really are?
I have risen above all my excuses. I am done feeling sorry for myself. No longer will I concern myself with things that do not matter. A moment. A moment is all it took. Less time than it is taking for this bar to inch across my screen.
I rise up from the bad influence. I am stronger than them. I am young and naive, but Im strong. I protect the weak, I give advice to the strong. I am me, and I am strong.
I rise up from the seat I’m in and shout, “Hello, my fellow citizens!” Everyone turns around to look at me with curiosity. Who is this random person that is yelling at them? Is he mad?
I woke up, ready to face the sun rising in grand radiance through my window. ‘Today,’ I thought, ‘I’m going to do something exciting. Even if no one else thinks it is.’
I woke up before the phone rang. The cold dry air of the thornveld stuck in my throat. I rushed to set out Bill’s pills and get away from my captor, to have those few minutes of relief and not have to worry about his gross blank stares and the crumbs of the last meal stuck to his face
I rise up off the ground and dust myself off. I look to the left and see destruction, I look to right and see fire. What happened? Is this what the end of the world looks like? Where is my family – I have to go, find them, help them?
Rise. The sun rises. The sun sets. the sun must rise before it can set…or is it the other way around. Setting and rising, each day. Becomes predictable.
Once there was a pheonix, it had large crimson wings and it’s tail danced with embers. It was looking for a new place to make it’s nest. It flew through the craggy cliffs of the high mountains and rose up to the top to find its new home.
rise, rise, rise.
it’s like sailing,
it’s like flying.
running across the sea.
skipping over white caps.
screaming at the wind.
singing louder than the gulls,
just you and me.
My hands reach from the swarm of sheets
To scoop their way to daylight
That meekly peeks through blinds.
get up.. be great become what you can be. up to what you are really worth. be your best get up and face the world show them what you’ve got!
“Rise to the occasion!” My maid was scolding me again. I had utterly refused to wear the puffy yellow dress she had laid out. “You’re a princess, you must impress them,” she continued.
I nodded, but I had another dress in mind. It was dark red and the fabric flowed over my skin like water.
Maybe if you stay the sun will rise. The sky will fall in order to bring the stars close to you. Bringing all the light.
There was a sunshine morning on the rise and no one could stand against the mighty powers of such majestic forces. Coming with the morning is all things arisen: people and animals awake from their slumber to the beginning of a new day.
its time to rise up…. enough with this sitting around and waiting for shit to happen. get the fuck up on your feet and do something about it. life is too short to just let things pass by… rise up and live.
I see your stony features laying their upon the table, secretly I wonder why I could even try to play god, but then again I would do anything to see your chest rising and falling again, alive.
I wanted to rise above the rest
but i didn’t know if i could pass the test
I rose and crashed like waves at sea
the fight almost got the better of me
but in the end the truth came out
i could not be stopped
Rise and be with me,
My dear baby,
you left me
too early.
Rise and let me rock you in my arms,
let me hold your hand across the street,
I never got the chance,
Rise my dear girl and we will never part again.
Rise? To rise. To climb, to endure, to defeat hardship…the nature of “rise” can be difficult to define, as it is contextually used rather ambiguously. The imagery is positive generally, however, giving a sense of accomplishment, of triumph — or perhaps just getting out of bed in the morning.
I should be on the rise. I should be slowly inflating, going up and up and up, feeling infinite, like that was all I would do for the rest of my life. Then there would be the fall, the sad, sad, fall, and then burning pain the whole way down until the tiny clunk and the bottom of the fall, the tiny sound of what’s left of me hitting the cold ground.
rise to the surface
break free
and the two of us
shall change the boundaries
of love
The sun is rising. The flag is rising. My arm is rising. His happiness is rising.
Something has to go down.
Not me.
Not you.
When we fall, we rise. For staying low gets us nowhere. Be risen. Rise as high as you can go and the a little higher. keep your head high and keep on going
TO GO UP TO BE LIFTED RISING FROM THE ASHES GROWING PLANTS? HAHHAHA IDK MY BFF JILL PIES. Uplifted
Rise up above the influence. Don’t let people tell you that you can’t do something. If you believe that you can, then you will. And don’t let people pressure you or push you around; only you are the boss of you.
Above, beyond, universe, warmth, shimmering, love love love.
Rise against the intruders who have brought death to our land! They cannot get away with this. It is our job as Mironians to defeat all who dare to enter our sacred lands. We will burn and pillage their villages, rape and murder their women. We will take no survivors!
Rise dictates a beginning, a start to something new. The Sun reaching out to greet the world on another day, as we push ourselves from our lost slumbers to greet the sun anew. Rising is to do so much more. To acheive a new level or knowing and goal accomplishments, to become a better you.
upwards. acelaration. from the dust angels. still i rise tupac. rice? risen from the dead Jesus. spirituality, accension movement life liberation liberty
the unfortunate downside to a chest rising, filling with air, is the exhale.
I can only expand so much,
For now I rise and await that fucking fall.
I must.
The silent night, right before the rise of the sun. My favorite, & least seen time of the day.
“Rise”, he said as he looked at me on my knees. How could I deny this brilliant man. I stood up and looked at my hands.
to rise in the morning is to give everything another chance.
to forgive
to forget
its saying, “ill rise and take on whatever today has to offer”
its deciding to keep going
its to rise above the temptation of not rising
When I rise in the morning, there is usually something immediately on my mind. It doesn’t stay for long. Usually it is a hint of the dream that I just experienced
the sun does it quite well, i love it.. it’s a beautifull moment :)
The rise and fall of his breath hypnotizes me as we lay on the white sand entangled in one anothers embrace, watching the sun set over the glorious ocean. I truly love him with all my heart.
don’t give it up. the sense of urgency you feel when something really fires you. rise, meet the challenge and you will thank yourself when it is complete. Rise.
I rise above the swelling waves of my turbulent existence. Why do we find wisdom when looking down on the world from above the chaos? Why is our nature so entangling that we can’t see things for the beautiful way things really are?
This is incredible timing.
I have risen above all my excuses. I am done feeling sorry for myself. No longer will I concern myself with things that do not matter. A moment. A moment is all it took. Less time than it is taking for this bar to inch across my screen.
Yay, let’s do some work.
rise and fall. sometimes we rise above our weakness and other times we just fall. fall and crash to the ground with no sense of what reality is.
I rise up from the bad influence. I am stronger than them. I am young and naive, but Im strong. I protect the weak, I give advice to the strong. I am me, and I am strong.
I rise up from the seat I’m in and shout, “Hello, my fellow citizens!” Everyone turns around to look at me with curiosity. Who is this random person that is yelling at them? Is he mad?
I woke up, ready to face the sun rising in grand radiance through my window. ‘Today,’ I thought, ‘I’m going to do something exciting. Even if no one else thinks it is.’
I woke up before the phone rang. The cold dry air of the thornveld stuck in my throat. I rushed to set out Bill’s pills and get away from my captor, to have those few minutes of relief and not have to worry about his gross blank stares and the crumbs of the last meal stuck to his face
I rise up off the ground and dust myself off. I look to the left and see destruction, I look to right and see fire. What happened? Is this what the end of the world looks like? Where is my family – I have to go, find them, help them?
Rise. The sun rises. The sun sets. the sun must rise before it can set…or is it the other way around. Setting and rising, each day. Becomes predictable.
Once there was a pheonix, it had large crimson wings and it’s tail danced with embers. It was looking for a new place to make it’s nest. It flew through the craggy cliffs of the high mountains and rose up to the top to find its new home.