to wake up, to feel awake to breath, to get out of a dream to feel the emotions of not sleep, the realization of truth, not a dream reality, what is real.
in the wake of the news, in the wake o
I’m back and it wasn’t a long trip, really. Twenty two hours on a bus – I mean, really. It could have been way longer. It could have been way nicer too, and I could have had my own seat instead of being scrunched up next to some boy whose name i didn’t know until halfway through the trip, and who I kept feeling bad about accidentally knocking into every time i took a breath. But really, when i woke up again, and looked out the window for real after the sun came up, it was good to see that finally, after the marathon journey, I was home.
from the moment i wake, it hits me. the realization that i’m not where i’m supposed to be. i may be in a dream, i think i’m in a dream. it’s strange, everything has this air of transparency to it, and it annoys me. i have a nagging feeling that that was the last time i would ever wake in my life.
In the wake of the ship rose large frothy white waves. They traveled far across the ocean, passing islands, passing whales, passing other ships, just so it could lap against your bare sandy feet and remind you of just how much I miss you. This is my love letter to you, hidden in the waves.
wake, wake, don’t wake me up now the dreams are flying too fast for me to jump off—
leaning to and fro against a reverie of wind my current state of cerebration latently and patently stings its face in anticipation of the impending leap into the unknown dive thru wingless birds and solid clouds like jelly strung upon a wire of waking thoughts so serenely set in stone winds winding round the mounts of unconscious bliss.
wake, wake, wake me later for i feel i’m getting nowhere fast.
When I wake up in the morning I’m usually not very happy to be awake. I hate mornings. But when I wake up next to you I have an immediate smile on my face. And everything is okay. But then I realize I have to pee.. so bad, but I’m naked, which makes the adventure to the bathroom that much more difficult.
I retrieved the roasted bacon-wrapped chicken from the oven. At first it felt a little wrong to combined the fleshy bits of two different animals like that.
Yet as I escorted Monsieur Bacon-Chicken from the kitchen to the table, he left in our wake a trail of salivating dinner guests. For I, a humble cook and glorified escort, could not compete with Monsieur for their voracious attentions.
But just as well. Monsieur Bacon-Chicken proved to be quiet delicious. He was better company than steamed fishes, anything magically delicious, and some varieties of pork-pies.
I wake every morning with a dark feeling that he may not have woken. Each morning hoping that he’s made it through the night, Each morning a silent prayer that his blood has remained stable, that he has survived. Each morning a triumph over nature.
I shivered,
and mosters swirled around me,
their voices,
chanting in harmony,
mist comes down,
enclosing me in a dark cool world,
my mind is racing,
im scared
and then
i wake up.
I wake up at different times every morning. some days i sleep many hours after a long night of partying or just thinking. I lay in my bed for hours sometimes, with the tv flickering beyond my eyes; and my mind creates its own stories. Night like these lead me to sleep in late, exploing my mind in dreamland and watching the image it plays in my brain.
When I woke up this morning, I knew I would be useless today. Ive yet done nothing but read webcomics, eat breakfast, and try to convince myself that sometimes this is okay….except, this is all I do lately. I can’t even get my ass in gear with the story I’m (trying) to write, the drawings I want to finish, or the school I need to pay for and work on.
The wake of the waves drift methodically behind the fast-moving boat, moving out in a rhythmic motion as we travel across the silent lake. It’s one of my favorite things, to see the water moving so beautifully as it ripples out and eventually dies off.
every day since my dad died this has been the hardest thing to do. waking is so immeasurably difficult simply because I have to re-remember that he’s gone. As if losing him wasn’t painful enough, the act of waking, being awake is a constant reminder that he never will again, wake.
from a sleep caused by your endless unrest that turns in to stars when it died like the echo in the halls that I walk each night thinking of you, wake my darling because this is the life we live and this is what passes when you fall asleep remember the stars you see are the same as mine wake
Upon waking I feel like I am no quite myself. again today. I want to be vibrant and full of zest. Happy for each days tasks as a meditative practice. I suppose the real practice is NOW. When I am tried and my stomach hurts. How to move more deeply into that and still be authentic.
How I knew I was in love,
when I wake up in the morning, I smell you in my sheets, and wish you were there with me.
How I knew I was in love
you awaken me with every touch
how I knew I was in love
I wish I never wake up from this dream.
Down by the shore I sit with you on our bench, still here through all these years. Tired now of throwing pebbles, the beach had beaten me. We watch the flock of starlings in the sunset, the same way we used to as kids. A giant wave of cloud, thousand upon thousand strong. Together, they are something magnificent. I look at you again and think the same. Do not leave me in your wake. Together we are something magnificent.
I like to wake up in the middle of the night because when i go down the stairs its completely dark and i step on a step that isnt there and for a split second it feels like im walking on air. That feeling is the best. I also like to wake up before everyone else because i feel like the man of the house when i do. and i like being super quiet. what else?
it seems odd that a word that can used for a beginning (of the day) is also associated with the end (in relation to a funeral). i seem to keep this work close to awareness or focus. it isn’t until you have achieved being it that you are really aware. i suppose there is the boating pieces as well.
i wake him up everyday…and it seems like forever everytime he does…i get that excitment rush as soon as i hear his voice…it shakes something inside me…and when he wakes me up…i feel his calm voice sometimes soothing me…it’s okay it will be alright…just wake up and see the morning
There is an ocean, and in the ocean’s WAKE, there are little fishes who are singing a happy little song. We are in a Disney movie, and Caroleena is singing about how she feels trapped in her hum drum life. Little does she know that adventure is about to strike.
wake up wake up wake up. The alarm screams to tell me to wake up. Is it the “man” telling me? If not then who is telling me to wake up to start my life in the stuggiling world, just to work for the man?
Its difficult to wake up sometimes, but once I do and get going I feel myself getting clearer and clearer. It’s interesting, the older I get the longer it takes me to get clear
I don’t like to wake up in the morning to go to school. I don’t see the point in going to school when i could be home schooled like my friend. I hate to wake up!
When I wake up in the morning from a great sleep… The wake of a large ship crashing on the shoreline… A small boat rocking and rolling in the waves. A solemn time when family gets together after a funeral… Family that should see each other more under better situations…
I wake up every morning to find myself a new person. I have new memories and friends and emotions. One day I was a California mom with three kids who had everything in the world, even and most importantly a terrible secret. One day I woke up knowing I would kill myself by day’s end. One day I woke up a king. Everyone and none of these people were me. Every waking day was a new adventure to live as I please in the body of a person for one complete day. It was also a prison; knowing I would never see the people I grew to love in that day, countless children, lovers, and friends who would never know the real me, never love the real me.
I was never more awake than this moment. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as the blast erupted from the shop window, splattering debris and broken glass everywhere. There was a moment’s silence and then the noise erupted, car alarms and a woman’s screaming.
i cannot sleep at night never mind wake up. i always seem to be awake. it kills me. im drained of all of my energy. i’m tired and at night my thoughts eat me alive. wake wake wake wake. they just keep me awake. My mind does not want me to rest. It has won the war and defeated my body who just feels like packing in. I’m 24 yhears old but sometimes I feel 50. I am robbed of my rest by my best friend of all, my own mind who just constantly keeps me awake.
I never think of you when I wake. You don’t cross my mind when it’s light out. I only think of you when it’s dark, and your haunting spirit posesses me. Your memory is forever branded in my dreams.
A silence descended over the mourners. The coffin, being slowly lowered to sobbing, had jolted during its descent. Moments passed as both grievers and officials stood aghast, watching it tip slowly and empty its content onto the cold mud of the grave.
i wake up early in the morning .its good to wake up early …. havent u heard the famous quote early to sleep early to rise .. its is so damn funny i am just writing whatever is coming to my mind hehehe … the meaning to the word wake means awakening of any kind … be it ghost awakeing or a human awakening
Wake up to an early morning, with the birds chirping, wind rustiling, cats meowing, dogs barking,
The waking tides of the sea, neverendless, forever flowing.
In the wake of recent events, Charles decided to leave. brandon obviously had made other plans before informing him. There was no discussion of infidelity; just enlightenment.
She woke up, gasping for breath as the nightmare continued to reel through her mind. Burying her head in her hands, she told herself to calm down, to breathe. But as much as she tried to shake the image from her head, she could not.
to wake up, to feel awake to breath, to get out of a dream to feel the emotions of not sleep, the realization of truth, not a dream reality, what is real.
in the wake of the news, in the wake o
A good old fashioned Irish wake is a thing to behold. Such a celebration of life!!
I’m back and it wasn’t a long trip, really. Twenty two hours on a bus – I mean, really. It could have been way longer. It could have been way nicer too, and I could have had my own seat instead of being scrunched up next to some boy whose name i didn’t know until halfway through the trip, and who I kept feeling bad about accidentally knocking into every time i took a breath. But really, when i woke up again, and looked out the window for real after the sun came up, it was good to see that finally, after the marathon journey, I was home.
from the moment i wake, it hits me. the realization that i’m not where i’m supposed to be. i may be in a dream, i think i’m in a dream. it’s strange, everything has this air of transparency to it, and it annoys me. i have a nagging feeling that that was the last time i would ever wake in my life.
Morning.
In the middle of the night.
Cold or hot sweat.
Worry or excitement.
What else can I do but think of you?
I wish you were here…
Maybe I’ll see you in my dreams.
In the wake of the ship rose large frothy white waves. They traveled far across the ocean, passing islands, passing whales, passing other ships, just so it could lap against your bare sandy feet and remind you of just how much I miss you. This is my love letter to you, hidden in the waves.
wake, wake, don’t wake me up now the dreams are flying too fast for me to jump off—
leaning to and fro against a reverie of wind my current state of cerebration latently and patently stings its face in anticipation of the impending leap into the unknown dive thru wingless birds and solid clouds like jelly strung upon a wire of waking thoughts so serenely set in stone winds winding round the mounts of unconscious bliss.
wake, wake, wake me later for i feel i’m getting nowhere fast.
When I wake up in the morning I’m usually not very happy to be awake. I hate mornings. But when I wake up next to you I have an immediate smile on my face. And everything is okay. But then I realize I have to pee.. so bad, but I’m naked, which makes the adventure to the bathroom that much more difficult.
I retrieved the roasted bacon-wrapped chicken from the oven. At first it felt a little wrong to combined the fleshy bits of two different animals like that.
Yet as I escorted Monsieur Bacon-Chicken from the kitchen to the table, he left in our wake a trail of salivating dinner guests. For I, a humble cook and glorified escort, could not compete with Monsieur for their voracious attentions.
But just as well. Monsieur Bacon-Chicken proved to be quiet delicious. He was better company than steamed fishes, anything magically delicious, and some varieties of pork-pies.
I wake every morning with a dark feeling that he may not have woken. Each morning hoping that he’s made it through the night, Each morning a silent prayer that his blood has remained stable, that he has survived. Each morning a triumph over nature.
I shivered,
and mosters swirled around me,
their voices,
chanting in harmony,
mist comes down,
enclosing me in a dark cool world,
my mind is racing,
im scared
and then
i wake up.
I wake up at different times every morning. some days i sleep many hours after a long night of partying or just thinking. I lay in my bed for hours sometimes, with the tv flickering beyond my eyes; and my mind creates its own stories. Night like these lead me to sleep in late, exploing my mind in dreamland and watching the image it plays in my brain.
When I woke up this morning, I knew I would be useless today. Ive yet done nothing but read webcomics, eat breakfast, and try to convince myself that sometimes this is okay….except, this is all I do lately. I can’t even get my ass in gear with the story I’m (trying) to write, the drawings I want to finish, or the school I need to pay for and work on.
The wake of the waves drift methodically behind the fast-moving boat, moving out in a rhythmic motion as we travel across the silent lake. It’s one of my favorite things, to see the water moving so beautifully as it ripples out and eventually dies off.
every day since my dad died this has been the hardest thing to do. waking is so immeasurably difficult simply because I have to re-remember that he’s gone. As if losing him wasn’t painful enough, the act of waking, being awake is a constant reminder that he never will again, wake.
from a sleep caused by your endless unrest that turns in to stars when it died like the echo in the halls that I walk each night thinking of you, wake my darling because this is the life we live and this is what passes when you fall asleep remember the stars you see are the same as mine wake
I awaken to dew on my window sweet honey dew in my mouth kisses soft as night midnight a newyears celebration
Upon waking I feel like I am no quite myself. again today. I want to be vibrant and full of zest. Happy for each days tasks as a meditative practice. I suppose the real practice is NOW. When I am tried and my stomach hurts. How to move more deeply into that and still be authentic.
How I knew I was in love,
when I wake up in the morning, I smell you in my sheets, and wish you were there with me.
How I knew I was in love
you awaken me with every touch
how I knew I was in love
I wish I never wake up from this dream.
Down by the shore I sit with you on our bench, still here through all these years. Tired now of throwing pebbles, the beach had beaten me. We watch the flock of starlings in the sunset, the same way we used to as kids. A giant wave of cloud, thousand upon thousand strong. Together, they are something magnificent. I look at you again and think the same. Do not leave me in your wake. Together we are something magnificent.
I like to wake up in the middle of the night because when i go down the stairs its completely dark and i step on a step that isnt there and for a split second it feels like im walking on air. That feeling is the best. I also like to wake up before everyone else because i feel like the man of the house when i do. and i like being super quiet. what else?
it seems odd that a word that can used for a beginning (of the day) is also associated with the end (in relation to a funeral). i seem to keep this work close to awareness or focus. it isn’t until you have achieved being it that you are really aware. i suppose there is the boating pieces as well.
i wake him up everyday…and it seems like forever everytime he does…i get that excitment rush as soon as i hear his voice…it shakes something inside me…and when he wakes me up…i feel his calm voice sometimes soothing me…it’s okay it will be alright…just wake up and see the morning
There is an ocean, and in the ocean’s WAKE, there are little fishes who are singing a happy little song. We are in a Disney movie, and Caroleena is singing about how she feels trapped in her hum drum life. Little does she know that adventure is about to strike.
wake up wake up wake up. The alarm screams to tell me to wake up. Is it the “man” telling me? If not then who is telling me to wake up to start my life in the stuggiling world, just to work for the man?
Its difficult to wake up sometimes, but once I do and get going I feel myself getting clearer and clearer. It’s interesting, the older I get the longer it takes me to get clear
Storm. Death. Tide. Life. Religion.
I don’t like to wake up in the morning to go to school. I don’t see the point in going to school when i could be home schooled like my friend. I hate to wake up!
When I wake up in the morning from a great sleep… The wake of a large ship crashing on the shoreline… A small boat rocking and rolling in the waves. A solemn time when family gets together after a funeral… Family that should see each other more under better situations…
I wake up ever morning. I wake up from naps and I wake up from a dream. I wake up wishing you were still here.
I wake up every morning to find myself a new person. I have new memories and friends and emotions. One day I was a California mom with three kids who had everything in the world, even and most importantly a terrible secret. One day I woke up knowing I would kill myself by day’s end. One day I woke up a king. Everyone and none of these people were me. Every waking day was a new adventure to live as I please in the body of a person for one complete day. It was also a prison; knowing I would never see the people I grew to love in that day, countless children, lovers, and friends who would never know the real me, never love the real me.
I was never more awake than this moment. Time seemed to pass in slow motion as the blast erupted from the shop window, splattering debris and broken glass everywhere. There was a moment’s silence and then the noise erupted, car alarms and a woman’s screaming.
the sea at that point split in two as the wake from the boat swirled round behind the stern like a giant serpent
i cannot sleep at night never mind wake up. i always seem to be awake. it kills me. im drained of all of my energy. i’m tired and at night my thoughts eat me alive. wake wake wake wake. they just keep me awake. My mind does not want me to rest. It has won the war and defeated my body who just feels like packing in. I’m 24 yhears old but sometimes I feel 50. I am robbed of my rest by my best friend of all, my own mind who just constantly keeps me awake.
I never think of you when I wake. You don’t cross my mind when it’s light out. I only think of you when it’s dark, and your haunting spirit posesses me. Your memory is forever branded in my dreams.
A silence descended over the mourners. The coffin, being slowly lowered to sobbing, had jolted during its descent. Moments passed as both grievers and officials stood aghast, watching it tip slowly and empty its content onto the cold mud of the grave.
i wake up early in the morning .its good to wake up early …. havent u heard the famous quote early to sleep early to rise .. its is so damn funny i am just writing whatever is coming to my mind hehehe … the meaning to the word wake means awakening of any kind … be it ghost awakeing or a human awakening
Wake up to an early morning, with the birds chirping, wind rustiling, cats meowing, dogs barking,
The waking tides of the sea, neverendless, forever flowing.
In the wake of recent events, Charles decided to leave. brandon obviously had made other plans before informing him. There was no discussion of infidelity; just enlightenment.
She woke up, gasping for breath as the nightmare continued to reel through her mind. Burying her head in her hands, she told herself to calm down, to breathe. But as much as she tried to shake the image from her head, she could not.