I arise, o god, to do thy will
another beautiful day in paradise
sweet potatoes, corn, pumpkins, scarlet runner beans, ireland creek annie beans, wax beans, green beans, edamame soy beans, potatoes, all rising up out of the ground here in paradise
Get a rise from me.
Rise to meet the dawn,
kiss the sky..
Touch you?
Meet you?
In the twilight of the city,
where they don’t see us. We
can
stand. Waiting for the rise of the sun,
so I can see your eyes reflect a light so bright,
we stand pale in comparison.
Rise up. Rise up to the challenge. Rise up to him when he knocks you down. Rise up when he throws you to the dust pile, and disregards you as nothing. You don’t need him. Love will come around, and he does not deserve your precious time my dear.
rising is about growing from a small person or thing to a developed person or thing. its about standing from sitting, or sitting from laying. its about being greater, more confident person or attitude. rising is about faith.
I quickly rise to the surface of the water for a breath. Inhale and exhale, inhale, inhale, inhale. The sea-wet air clouds my lungs like seaweed clenched onto the side of a rigid rock. I sweep my damp hair back from my face, in an attempt to see the horizon…but a cadence of waves crash onto me, once again, pushing me down below the water’s surface.
IS MADE CHINA ITS REALLY good especially when made with chicken stuff i once colored rice into many colors and made paintings with it then i sold the idea and made a lot of money
I get up in the morning and rise, cake rises, my hope will rise, I always want my hope to rise, life must rise I rise and shine and work and play and I rise to the occassion
How can we feel it? How do we know? Is it even real? When will the time come that everything melts into one moment, bursting with truth. The flame is burning as we rise to our stature. We are the one’s that will continue this game. We will all be but a memory. A memory of this very day.
I just did rise. This is not even fair. I just really want IWL to tell me I write like Hemingway. Alcohol. Whiskey. Jack and Coke. This is bound to work, right? I’ll rise above the adversity of not being Hemingway to be Hemingway. Don’t be tight Don’t be an ass. Manly. Stoic. And so on. Yep, It totally worked.
to rise above it all to discover it was never a big deal in the first place. and to realise that it was the thing that you needed not the thing you didnt. ? to be the champion
Rise and shine! Says the sun as he peeked through the curtains of my window. I yawned and blinked fast. The fast rising sun appeared before me. I couldn’t help but wake up from the deep slumber I had.
Against! I like to rise. I am on the rise. Higher and higher i overcome. Rising and lowering only to rise again. Power to breakdown, get above it all. The top is currently the best view.
You just can’t do it. You don’t want to. Your friends are gone, you don’t have family. You don’t have any reasons to carry on. People say you should do it. But you don’t. You don’t have the strenght to rise. So you give up.
it’s what you do in the morning. if you’re lucky you get to see the sun do it too. be nice, don’t try to get one out of someone else. unless it’s bread dough.
From the ashes, from the dirt, and the shackles thereof, I come up with breath and without feet to hold me firm. I come up and come out and into the wind. I will go up into the air, and carry myself along the breeze, far away from rubble and fire and ashes and their prison cells. I am risen as the wind and as its ghosts.
I sat there glaring at the sky. My eyes looked bleakly at the rising sun. I swore. If my mother had heard she’d be disapointed. I sighed, this is my last chance to see the beautious sun rise.
Every morning I rise at 5.30pm, and i give God thanks that I have live to see another day. I t is important to praise God on the morning. when you rise, it signal that you are still a part of the living.
rise into my eyez and scoff some fucking piez. Im making a pumpkin pie in like a week or two or three or dadad it’s really really exciting. not that excited though because im a psychopath. nah but im not a psychopath.
I rise in the morning ready for all the day has to offer. I rise knowing that today will be different from all the others. I rise from my bed ready for the challenge of the new day and as I walk through my home thinking of all that will be done i smile…..I rise, i rise, i rise, and the night comes and I sleep……
Tyrantas rise and they fall. The weak becomes weaker. And once they fall, they can’t think of any reason why rising back to what we know as “the top” would actually save their lost little souls.
like the sun in the morning. rhymes with wise and ties. I am not good at this game. Pies and flies as well. I don’t like the letter ‘r’ very much, I’m really bad at writing it. Like I never do the thing with the going down, then up, then right. I’m just like up, right, right? RIGHT!? Rise up and fight the bad guys. lame lame ay.
All arise, till we no longer know of fear. Arise till our souls are not riden with the flaw of haste. Arise till we have fought back against the wicked. Arise to show we are not the damned.
So what say you? Arise so we are no longer human, so we can be infinite in another time.
i like rise . you like rise. he likes rise. She likes rise.it like rise.
we like rise.
they like rise.
all the people like rise to ne very high. i love risin so i can go to the sky with the birds and …the other things, then i go to the space with the planets: earth, saturn, jupiter(…) and i see lots of people in the space and monster like the other time one mosnter capture me and i was camputerd and i cant go to home and then my mother came and destroied the other monsters i leave and i teel to all class and beacome famouse , alll the people love me beacause im a super hero of the pigs.
It is time to rise and shine, my mother yells. Rise and shine, I thought, what is that? I slowly pour myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.I look like shit, and feel worse. What did I do last night? I try to remember but it is all a blur. Nothing but a hazy fog in my brain.
rise above what you love and find love is what we are made of therefore there is no reason to rhyme violets and roses and bees it’s all there to begin with in our eyelashes and knees.
OBVIOUSLY i think of the sun. thats pretty much it. i think about the mountains outside my bedroom window and how the sun rose at quarter past 8 yesterday morning.
up this glorious morning, like newly kneaded bread, like the sun, like a clever man’s career…..stand straight, greet the new day. Swell, loom, bask in the heady height….
The fatigue of despair is oppressive, like a narcotic, and we are junkies, but we get high to forget what the real sun looks like and if someone will just give us a chance
the sun rises in the east, and sometimes its a very beautiful sight. there r other things that rise too ;) but let’s not talk about them here. Rise and fall are eminent. truth of life one can say.
I arise, o god, to do thy will
another beautiful day in paradise
sweet potatoes, corn, pumpkins, scarlet runner beans, ireland creek annie beans, wax beans, green beans, edamame soy beans, potatoes, all rising up out of the ground here in paradise
Get a rise from me.
Rise to meet the dawn,
kiss the sky..
Touch you?
Meet you?
In the twilight of the city,
where they don’t see us. We
can
stand. Waiting for the rise of the sun,
so I can see your eyes reflect a light so bright,
we stand pale in comparison.
Rise up. Rise up to the challenge. Rise up to him when he knocks you down. Rise up when he throws you to the dust pile, and disregards you as nothing. You don’t need him. Love will come around, and he does not deserve your precious time my dear.
rising is about growing from a small person or thing to a developed person or thing. its about standing from sitting, or sitting from laying. its about being greater, more confident person or attitude. rising is about faith.
I quickly rise to the surface of the water for a breath. Inhale and exhale, inhale, inhale, inhale. The sea-wet air clouds my lungs like seaweed clenched onto the side of a rigid rock. I sweep my damp hair back from my face, in an attempt to see the horizon…but a cadence of waves crash onto me, once again, pushing me down below the water’s surface.
IS MADE CHINA ITS REALLY good especially when made with chicken stuff i once colored rice into many colors and made paintings with it then i sold the idea and made a lot of money
I get up in the morning and rise, cake rises, my hope will rise, I always want my hope to rise, life must rise I rise and shine and work and play and I rise to the occassion
the morning will rise up, if and only if, we fall asleep and allow another day to come into being through our dreams…
How can we feel it? How do we know? Is it even real? When will the time come that everything melts into one moment, bursting with truth. The flame is burning as we rise to our stature. We are the one’s that will continue this game. We will all be but a memory. A memory of this very day.
I just did rise. This is not even fair. I just really want IWL to tell me I write like Hemingway. Alcohol. Whiskey. Jack and Coke. This is bound to work, right? I’ll rise above the adversity of not being Hemingway to be Hemingway. Don’t be tight Don’t be an ass. Manly. Stoic. And so on. Yep, It totally worked.
The sun rise or the sun set? We’ll never know. The breaking light or the dying ray? We’ll never know. Hope. Perspective.
to rise above it all to discover it was never a big deal in the first place. and to realise that it was the thing that you needed not the thing you didnt. ? to be the champion
Rise and shine! Says the sun as he peeked through the curtains of my window. I yawned and blinked fast. The fast rising sun appeared before me. I couldn’t help but wake up from the deep slumber I had.
Against! I like to rise. I am on the rise. Higher and higher i overcome. Rising and lowering only to rise again. Power to breakdown, get above it all. The top is currently the best view.
“Come on,” Oliver murmured, hand outstretched to where Jackson sat crumpled on the ground.
Wanna give your neighbor a rise?
Convince him to climb Mt. Everest. Any hill will do you wanna get together with me on a hill?
Well?
the rise of empowerment,
comes with the burden of roles;
as with Obama
You just can’t do it. You don’t want to. Your friends are gone, you don’t have family. You don’t have any reasons to carry on. People say you should do it. But you don’t. You don’t have the strenght to rise. So you give up.
shally was not expecting a third earthling to get off the ship.but what she saw made her rise an eyebrow,spock style….there sat a german shephard
Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke…….
“What are you doing?!”
“Just trying to get a rise out of you, baby!”
it’s what you do in the morning. if you’re lucky you get to see the sun do it too. be nice, don’t try to get one out of someone else. unless it’s bread dough.
and shine my little writing procrastinator.
Get back to work you slacker.
From the ashes, from the dirt, and the shackles thereof, I come up with breath and without feet to hold me firm. I come up and come out and into the wind. I will go up into the air, and carry myself along the breeze, far away from rubble and fire and ashes and their prison cells. I am risen as the wind and as its ghosts.
I sat there glaring at the sky. My eyes looked bleakly at the rising sun. I swore. If my mother had heard she’d be disapointed. I sighed, this is my last chance to see the beautious sun rise.
Every morning I rise at 5.30pm, and i give God thanks that I have live to see another day. I t is important to praise God on the morning. when you rise, it signal that you are still a part of the living.
rise into my eyez and scoff some fucking piez. Im making a pumpkin pie in like a week or two or three or dadad it’s really really exciting. not that excited though because im a psychopath. nah but im not a psychopath.
I rise in the morning ready for all the day has to offer. I rise knowing that today will be different from all the others. I rise from my bed ready for the challenge of the new day and as I walk through my home thinking of all that will be done i smile…..I rise, i rise, i rise, and the night comes and I sleep……
Tyrantas rise and they fall. The weak becomes weaker. And once they fall, they can’t think of any reason why rising back to what we know as “the top” would actually save their lost little souls.
like the sun in the morning. rhymes with wise and ties. I am not good at this game. Pies and flies as well. I don’t like the letter ‘r’ very much, I’m really bad at writing it. Like I never do the thing with the going down, then up, then right. I’m just like up, right, right? RIGHT!? Rise up and fight the bad guys. lame lame ay.
up and beyond. To the sky, where you can see everything,you can be omnipotent. Rising is about perusing yourself. when you rise, anything is possible.
All arise, till we no longer know of fear. Arise till our souls are not riden with the flaw of haste. Arise till we have fought back against the wicked. Arise to show we are not the damned.
So what say you? Arise so we are no longer human, so we can be infinite in another time.
you rise with the wise ones yet you still once cried from the eyes of your baby shell in that seascape printed crib.
i like rise . you like rise. he likes rise. She likes rise.it like rise.
we like rise.
they like rise.
all the people like rise to ne very high. i love risin so i can go to the sky with the birds and …the other things, then i go to the space with the planets: earth, saturn, jupiter(…) and i see lots of people in the space and monster like the other time one mosnter capture me and i was camputerd and i cant go to home and then my mother came and destroied the other monsters i leave and i teel to all class and beacome famouse , alll the people love me beacause im a super hero of the pigs.
It is time to rise and shine, my mother yells. Rise and shine, I thought, what is that? I slowly pour myself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.I look like shit, and feel worse. What did I do last night? I try to remember but it is all a blur. Nothing but a hazy fog in my brain.
rise above what you love and find love is what we are made of therefore there is no reason to rhyme violets and roses and bees it’s all there to begin with in our eyelashes and knees.
new beginning+see new things, sunrise
new day new start, becoming a great person with a great character and attitude, grow up
OBVIOUSLY i think of the sun. thats pretty much it. i think about the mountains outside my bedroom window and how the sun rose at quarter past 8 yesterday morning.
up this glorious morning, like newly kneaded bread, like the sun, like a clever man’s career…..stand straight, greet the new day. Swell, loom, bask in the heady height….
The sun rises, and in the same way
I will rise.
The fatigue of despair is oppressive, like a narcotic, and we are junkies, but we get high to forget what the real sun looks like and if someone will just give us a chance
we will rise.
the sun rises in the east, and sometimes its a very beautiful sight. there r other things that rise too ;) but let’s not talk about them here. Rise and fall are eminent. truth of life one can say.