Rise early to accomplish more. Rise late because you are getting laid and it’s Sunday and all you want to do is ultimately eat a large omelet. In the sticky windowless heat of the kitchen, the successful flip of an oversized egg creation makes you feel like your relationship will work.
Capture the moment a cloud clears the mountaintop, in your viewfinder. Climb to the top of the rise and take a shot of the seal playing with it’s pup. Nature offers such opportunity.
The lemony yellow of the sunlight as it moves across flowers and leaves. The sparkle of the water at the lakes edge as you try to see through to the bottom.
rise and shine. the tide rose. the waves splashed against our feet. flotsam and jetsam. an old boot. a message in a bottle. for me? yes it is. a treasure map. to inner peace. a trek in the himalayas. two things to worry about. precipitation and perspiration.
I rise into today’s blue promise like a bird–or a mist of possibilities, longing for form. I rise onto my toes trying to see beyond where my eyes, mind, heart can reach. I rise into what I think I cannot be, but am.
I get up in the morning, and I can’t bring myself to rise out of bed. I loll around and I want to escape back into the depths of sleep. Back to the world of dreams. Back to the place where I don’t have to think. It’s all I can do to drag myself out from under the covers. And I am always sorry when I do. Every single day. There is never a day where it is easy for me to get up out of bed.
Please rise for the playing of the national anthem.
Please, rise.
Please?
It shows respect, sir, for our veterans.
Sir, you don’t want to disrespect them, do you, sir?
Sir, I mean –
No.
The sun peaked on the summit of the mountain, round and full like the smooth surface of a egg yolk. The beams shone through my window and warmed my toes that stuck from the bottom of my sheets. I sat up and yawned, excited and joyous for yet another day of summer.
I need to rise above my doubts and worries and find a place in myself where I can be happy about who I am and what I think. I have to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks of me and my choices. I am an individual and should think of myself as one.
all things shall come to live and die. it is the reoccuring thing about life. we do not know if there really is an end, but like a phoinex, we will all rise again.
The sun will rise, the sun will set. These things are inevitable. As inevitable as some of the hardships you will face in life. If something overwhelms you, and you feel like you’ll never be able to overcome it, just try to remember that everyone else is suffering silently with you. And remember that the sun will rise again tomorrow.
rise and shine… It’s time to make the doughnuts… everyone liuke donughts, especiually the cops who will protect us from bad people who also like donughts… police and bad people all riusing up to eat donughts.
the morning air rises from the murky coughing night to meet the sun. we rise along with it. our eyes are swollen and our throats are raw, but still, my 9 siblings and I know it like clockwork.
The thing you do in the morning, awakening to a new day with bright opportunities and the worries from yesterday left behind. You hope that what the new day has in store for you will be even better than the day before. You thank god for waking up and for being alive. You are thankful for being healthy and for all the other gifts you are blessed with. You hope for bigger and better and do the best you can to achieve that goal.
i rise up against everything that is wrong in my eyes. my anger rises as do i, my ignorance with it. i’m lost? what am i rising up against again? oh look a penny
rise -interesting word. a man penis rises when he is in the mood. or even a airplane will rise to its flight planned height. and thats all i can think of to write right now even though there is more to it.
rising sun – setting sun
Flour rises. flour falls
everything that rises falls down
it is the same
a circle
a cycle
rising is falling
falling is rising
the rise of man – is the fall of man
i rise up because i have to every day. a rising sun isn’t really rising, it’s just constantly moving- it’s descending for some people. it’s stagnant to others. arise. a rise.
I rise in the morning, mourning that the night is over. I leave this place and make my way back to what most would call my home. I, however, cannot bring myself to call it that any longer. Home is a concept and that concept as a place has moved. At least it has in my mind.
I wonder if I should go back home now, let the road rise up to meet me, make no compromise. This place holds nothing more than home did. There are gas stations just like those in North Carolina, there are grocery stores, there are awful people and there are those rare classic cars. I should trade those things in, maybe get back some of what I once had in return.
I love what I left back five states over. Maybe I should go see if my love’s still all there.
My brother always does whatever he can to get a rise out of me. He’s always been that way – irritating. But he always manages to be hilarious at the same time.
Rise above. Rise against. Rise forever. Rise never. Rise from bed. Rise from the waters, scale the beaches, and know you’re alive. Hardest of all is to rise above your own fears. But when you do, there’s nothing better.
rising sun, setting sun. Flour rises. everything rises
then falls
is it not the same?
its a circle of rising and falling
so rising is falling
and falling is rising.
The rise of man – is the fall of man.
Rising up from the sheets of my bed.
Realization that you are still sleeping.
Your gentle face.
Hands curled up against your chest.
Legs still wrapped around me.
as the last of the power went out, she could feel the heat rise from her little floor heater in her one-room apartment, if it could even be CALLED an apartment. she began to shiver. nothing else could possibley go wrong. at least, that’s what she thought.
Rising is overrated. To sink and fall and swim and float is far more interesting, because we as people do not just go vertically, like elevators. We are more like balloons losing air, flying all over the place, at the mercy of the winds. That may sound bleak, but what a life it is when every turn is unexpected.
i feel the urge to rise, to take control and overcome what journeys lay ahead. Paths in the road may lead me in many different directions yet like any weary traveller wherever I end up I will have past through many a challenge.
Rise from the darkness and the let the purple smoke rise about your head. And the feelings rise up in your chest and it is hard to let them go when they choke you up and don’t allow you to breath and suddenly it’s all gone. And the morning is here. And you are free.
She stared at the bread dough, irritation clear on her face. It had been set out to rise hours ago, yet it barely showed any signs of having done so. She was beginning to grow impatient.
The sun rises up from a cloudy day. Finally, I’ve been waiting for you Mr. Sun :) all day. your warmness on my skin and the new tan, just in time for summer. (:
I rise up each morning and wander to the kitchen. I set the coffee up for brew. When I have a cup, I go to the back porch, sit and watch the sun rise. What a lovely day to be alive.
Rise early to accomplish more. Rise late because you are getting laid and it’s Sunday and all you want to do is ultimately eat a large omelet. In the sticky windowless heat of the kitchen, the successful flip of an oversized egg creation makes you feel like your relationship will work.
Rise up! Face the morning glory of the coming day! If you believe in something then let it raise you above everything else in your life!
Get up, improve yourself, increase, make better, begin, BECOME NEW. Change what was to what is, precede the fall.
Capture the moment a cloud clears the mountaintop, in your viewfinder. Climb to the top of the rise and take a shot of the seal playing with it’s pup. Nature offers such opportunity.
The lemony yellow of the sunlight as it moves across flowers and leaves. The sparkle of the water at the lakes edge as you try to see through to the bottom.
Earl
rise and shine. the tide rose. the waves splashed against our feet. flotsam and jetsam. an old boot. a message in a bottle. for me? yes it is. a treasure map. to inner peace. a trek in the himalayas. two things to worry about. precipitation and perspiration.
I rise into today’s blue promise like a bird–or a mist of possibilities, longing for form. I rise onto my toes trying to see beyond where my eyes, mind, heart can reach. I rise into what I think I cannot be, but am.
I get up in the morning, and I can’t bring myself to rise out of bed. I loll around and I want to escape back into the depths of sleep. Back to the world of dreams. Back to the place where I don’t have to think. It’s all I can do to drag myself out from under the covers. And I am always sorry when I do. Every single day. There is never a day where it is easy for me to get up out of bed.
Please rise for the playing of the national anthem.
Please, rise.
Please?
It shows respect, sir, for our veterans.
Sir, you don’t want to disrespect them, do you, sir?
Sir, I mean –
No.
Bread rises. Spirits rise. As does morale. People with erectile dysfunction don’t.
I want to rise so high to be able to touch the sky. No, I want to touch the sun. I know it will burn my skin but I don’t care. I need it.
Irise in the morning. Cake rises. What do you do to rise? what does rise mean? Rasins. The sun rises. Rising. Cake.
The sun peaked on the summit of the mountain, round and full like the smooth surface of a egg yolk. The beams shone through my window and warmed my toes that stuck from the bottom of my sheets. I sat up and yawned, excited and joyous for yet another day of summer.
I need to rise above my doubts and worries and find a place in myself where I can be happy about who I am and what I think. I have to stop worrying about what everyone else thinks of me and my choices. I am an individual and should think of myself as one.
all things shall come to live and die. it is the reoccuring thing about life. we do not know if there really is an end, but like a phoinex, we will all rise again.
The sun will rise, the sun will set. These things are inevitable. As inevitable as some of the hardships you will face in life. If something overwhelms you, and you feel like you’ll never be able to overcome it, just try to remember that everyone else is suffering silently with you. And remember that the sun will rise again tomorrow.
rise and shine… It’s time to make the doughnuts… everyone liuke donughts, especiually the cops who will protect us from bad people who also like donughts… police and bad people all riusing up to eat donughts.
the morning air rises from the murky coughing night to meet the sun. we rise along with it. our eyes are swollen and our throats are raw, but still, my 9 siblings and I know it like clockwork.
The thing you do in the morning, awakening to a new day with bright opportunities and the worries from yesterday left behind. You hope that what the new day has in store for you will be even better than the day before. You thank god for waking up and for being alive. You are thankful for being healthy and for all the other gifts you are blessed with. You hope for bigger and better and do the best you can to achieve that goal.
i rise up against everything that is wrong in my eyes. my anger rises as do i, my ignorance with it. i’m lost? what am i rising up against again? oh look a penny
rise -interesting word. a man penis rises when he is in the mood. or even a airplane will rise to its flight planned height. and thats all i can think of to write right now even though there is more to it.
rising sun – setting sun
Flour rises. flour falls
everything that rises falls down
it is the same
a circle
a cycle
rising is falling
falling is rising
the rise of man – is the fall of man
i rise up because i have to every day. a rising sun isn’t really rising, it’s just constantly moving- it’s descending for some people. it’s stagnant to others. arise. a rise.
I rise in the morning, mourning that the night is over. I leave this place and make my way back to what most would call my home. I, however, cannot bring myself to call it that any longer. Home is a concept and that concept as a place has moved. At least it has in my mind.
I wonder if I should go back home now, let the road rise up to meet me, make no compromise. This place holds nothing more than home did. There are gas stations just like those in North Carolina, there are grocery stores, there are awful people and there are those rare classic cars. I should trade those things in, maybe get back some of what I once had in return.
I love what I left back five states over. Maybe I should go see if my love’s still all there.
My brother always does whatever he can to get a rise out of me. He’s always been that way – irritating. But he always manages to be hilarious at the same time.
Rise above. Rise against. Rise forever. Rise never. Rise from bed. Rise from the waters, scale the beaches, and know you’re alive. Hardest of all is to rise above your own fears. But when you do, there’s nothing better.
rising sun, setting sun. Flour rises. everything rises
then falls
is it not the same?
its a circle of rising and falling
so rising is falling
and falling is rising.
The rise of man – is the fall of man.
Rising up from the sheets of my bed.
Realization that you are still sleeping.
Your gentle face.
Hands curled up against your chest.
Legs still wrapped around me.
to move above things. to go further than expected. rise. do it. be more than expected. be better than you thought you could be.
as the last of the power went out, she could feel the heat rise from her little floor heater in her one-room apartment, if it could even be CALLED an apartment. she began to shiver. nothing else could possibley go wrong. at least, that’s what she thought.
Rising is overrated. To sink and fall and swim and float is far more interesting, because we as people do not just go vertically, like elevators. We are more like balloons losing air, flying all over the place, at the mercy of the winds. That may sound bleak, but what a life it is when every turn is unexpected.
rise and shine, the scattered dawn sun pulls me from my deep sleep, it is final
i feel the urge to rise, to take control and overcome what journeys lay ahead. Paths in the road may lead me in many different directions yet like any weary traveller wherever I end up I will have past through many a challenge.
Rise from the darkness and the let the purple smoke rise about your head. And the feelings rise up in your chest and it is hard to let them go when they choke you up and don’t allow you to breath and suddenly it’s all gone. And the morning is here. And you are free.
Puffy eyed, bloated, achy, discouraged, burdened, uncertain, lost, overwhelmed, hurting–that is how rise today. What a day, hu?
She stared at the bread dough, irritation clear on her face. It had been set out to rise hours ago, yet it barely showed any signs of having done so. She was beginning to grow impatient.
The sun rises up from a cloudy day. Finally, I’ve been waiting for you Mr. Sun :) all day. your warmness on my skin and the new tan, just in time for summer. (:
I wake and rise. I fall and rise. I rise and fall. Dough rises and also falls.
I rise up each morning and wander to the kitchen. I set the coffee up for brew. When I have a cup, I go to the back porch, sit and watch the sun rise. What a lovely day to be alive.