i wake up to the warm sun shining on my face, roll over and there he is in all his glory Nestled close to my body i can feel the heat of his breath, and my mind takes me back to last night.
i woke up today tangled in a pile of sheets. i wished at that moment as a flood of memories – burned into my brain with a hot iron – that they would suffocate me, inducing a sleep that would last forever.
I hate waking up when it’s cold outside. There’s nothing worse than stepping onto frigid tile first thing. I’ve always wanted wood floors, but have opted for ugly carpet because of this very reason. I used to have to sleep with a teddy bear when my boyfriend lived in another city because I hated waking up alone, but then I realized it’s not so bad, There’s something refreshing about being able to sprawl your legs out to each corner of the bed in the morning without worrying about bumping into someone else.
Wake me up before you go. Before you take your last breath, let me know. I want to hold you one more time, tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I promised I’d return, but I didn’t. I let you down. But I know I’ll see you again.
We are chased, still. I can’t remember where I lost my shoes. My bare feet are blue with cold as I stagger through the downpour, little Thomas cradled in my arms. I think I am crying, but I do not know if it’s real tears streaming down my cheeks or just the rain. I have no way of knowing, for I lost all feeling in my body when I lost my shoes.
My feet are blocks of ice. I slip on the cobblestones and we fall, Thomas tumbling from my grasp. He does not breathe, or move. His frozen body feels not a thing, or at least I hope. I weep, for I cannot move.
Sleep tugs at me. I stop fighting and close my eyes, knowing I will not wake. As the slavers finally catch up to us, I follow my baby brother into oblivion.
I wake up and I think about how much I hate you. How you and I stayed up so late talking about everything and nothing. It was so fun, but now that it’s 5 in the morning and there are blotches under my eyes–I hate you. I don’t know why for it’s not your fault; I guess I just want to blame myself for loving you.
i wake up, but do i? do i really wake up? i question myself every morning. in fact even now, i have barely gotten out of bed. i usually just lie here, trying to ignore life. hoping maybe it’s just a dream. so i listen to the rain instead, or stare at the walls or practice breathing.
there is too many times when the wake of everything in life seems to look so rough and rigid I don’t have time to see things clearly. I walk through this life, wandering, wishing, hoping someone somewhere will pave my path so i don’t have to feel so indecisive, so that someone can hold my hand. I wish it was easier but that’s what makes it a journey right? Lets wake up and let it be another day.
“in the wake of your current opinion,i see no reason to continue this debate,”spoke ricky rejection.jessie felt the grip of the arm around her squeeze a little more snuggly.thousands of tiny needles seemed to be pricking into her all at once,”your low view of the human condtion convinced me.perhaps,you’ll enjoy the metal of this steel flesh after all.
Every morning when I wake up I hear the sweet ‘peep peep’ sounds coming from those tiny little birds. So colourful, so bouncy, and so, so sweet, they make my day to hear them ‘peep peep’ when I awake.
wake up, hear the sounds. you smell the bacon and the toast in the kitchen, you see the sun coming through the window. your partner walks in, giving you an amazing feeling in your stomach and in your heart. You realize, you’re in love.
Breathe in. Eyes crack open. Light. Blinding. Breathing. Alive.
Wipe the dirt from your face, climb out of your hole. Keep going. Another day. Crack the frost on the ground, brush the leaves from your path. Keep going. Another day.
Already did it. I waked the shit out of this. It’s the one about hitting wakes on boats with beers. Sober or not sober, I love wakes. Again, Everybody knows.
wake up. move, i cant move. i cant breathe, i need to wake up, move, its all im thinking. trapped here, bc my eyes will not open. suffocating, can’t i just, move?
To be awake is so wonderful and at the end of the day, you want to be awake some more but then your eyes shut, and eight hours later, the idea of waking loses its allure and all we want to do is sleep some more.
That wake on the lake is huge. Someday I’ll be able to surf it behind the boat with no rope. Hopefully not just sober but drunk. Who isn’t drunk on the boat on the lake. Isn’t that what lakes are for. Everybody knows.
I stood there and looked at her. She didn’t look back.
She never wore makeup. She looked like a doll. I wanted to lean over the casket and smear that stupid lipstick off of her lips, but even if I was allowed to, I don’t think I’d actually do it. Her lips would probably be very cold.
wake up. dont think, just wake up and go. no direction, no thinking,no worrying about your hair, your teeth, breakfust. wake up, and run. run as fast as you can, run as if your life depends on it. youre shaking, why? youre awake, youre alive, feel it, embrace it
wake up! it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee. if i die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take. Wake-y, wake-y! i don’t like having to wake up so early in the morning to go to a job I hate.
“Wake,” Peter whispered, and Wendy and the boys rose, and they followed him out the window, and Wendy looked back, and she did not know if she would return, if she would ever be sleeping again, like the adults in the room next door. And as she flew she cried, because she was between two worlds and she did not know the one in which she would awake.
I do not like to wake up…though if i didn’t it would mean i was dead. A wake is also where you go to see dead people before an actual funeral. I think they’re stupid and boring…the dead person don’t care if you show up to the wake and the funeral. blah blah blah blah this is stupid….
I’m standing in the wake of destruction he left behind, the broken hearts and the shattered lives and the broken limbs. I don’tknow how any of it will ever be put back together – nothing’s strong enough, not super-glue, nnot some miraculous form of adhesive.
The taste of peppermint on her tongue, eyes bright, pupils dilated, every bit of white showing, lips parted, sucking in greedily, muscles tensed for movement.
Are we ever really awake. why is awake more valid than a dream? both effect us as much
we can learn and grow just as much. For some dreams can be real and reality a dream
I will wake in the morning, wondering what I’m going to do. I wake up, brush my teeth, and get ready for the day. However, I still wish I was in bed, wrapped up in my covers. I’m comfortable and safe there. No one will bother me there.
Every day I feel like sleeping. It doesn’t matter how much I slept the night before, my body and mind are always tired. Sometimes I wish I could go into a magical sleep like Sleeping Beauty and quiet my mind before I wake.
i got up this morning in the wake of princess dianas death, woke up and smoked a blunt, then i called my slampiece up who was also just waking up, i told her that maybe later we would hang out. i called my indian friend and went to play basketball in wake of lebron james’ and kobe bry
When i wake up I want to be happy. Sleep is such a beautiful thing. But waking up in a good mood is one of the best things a person can feel. Starting your day off right. It’s kind of cool actually, how one action can really effect your day. Of course, you have control over the rest. But how you wake up plays a big role in the first few seconds of a tomorrow that was not promised yesterday.
The snow falling outside the window is difficult to see unless you look at it flurrying in front of the yellow street lights. Time to wake up for the first time all day and go.
I wake up in the morning, with the lah lah lah alaha askdhdf. That’s a song. I don’t really know what the lyrics are, but I remember it. For some reason, I reminds me of when I was little and on the way to the beach. But I know that isn’t the same song. My little brother used to sing it. I twas like.., What if God was one of us… Lah lah lah. I don’t remember.
wake up.. the dream is over. its time to live the so called reality. but this reality is just a holographic chamber. an illusion. this is death disguised as life.
Tossed and turned in bed. The sound of my alarm ringing loudly in the background. I rolled over and decided I could sleep a few more minutes. This is when I realized I had set my alarm for a specific reason. This morning I was going out on the lake. To ride behind a boat. Wake boarding.
i wake up to the warm sun shining on my face, roll over and there he is in all his glory Nestled close to my body i can feel the heat of his breath, and my mind takes me back to last night.
i woke up today tangled in a pile of sheets. i wished at that moment as a flood of memories – burned into my brain with a hot iron – that they would suffocate me, inducing a sleep that would last forever.
i am not sure weather to think rise, or funeral, but I am Christian, so i guess a funeral can lead to a different rising…
I hate waking up when it’s cold outside. There’s nothing worse than stepping onto frigid tile first thing. I’ve always wanted wood floors, but have opted for ugly carpet because of this very reason. I used to have to sleep with a teddy bear when my boyfriend lived in another city because I hated waking up alone, but then I realized it’s not so bad, There’s something refreshing about being able to sprawl your legs out to each corner of the bed in the morning without worrying about bumping into someone else.
Wake me up before you go. Before you take your last breath, let me know. I want to hold you one more time, tell you how much I love you, how much you mean to me. I promised I’d return, but I didn’t. I let you down. But I know I’ll see you again.
We are chased, still. I can’t remember where I lost my shoes. My bare feet are blue with cold as I stagger through the downpour, little Thomas cradled in my arms. I think I am crying, but I do not know if it’s real tears streaming down my cheeks or just the rain. I have no way of knowing, for I lost all feeling in my body when I lost my shoes.
My feet are blocks of ice. I slip on the cobblestones and we fall, Thomas tumbling from my grasp. He does not breathe, or move. His frozen body feels not a thing, or at least I hope. I weep, for I cannot move.
Sleep tugs at me. I stop fighting and close my eyes, knowing I will not wake. As the slavers finally catch up to us, I follow my baby brother into oblivion.
I wake up and I think about how much I hate you. How you and I stayed up so late talking about everything and nothing. It was so fun, but now that it’s 5 in the morning and there are blotches under my eyes–I hate you. I don’t know why for it’s not your fault; I guess I just want to blame myself for loving you.
Dozy. Cuddle. Peace. Let’s lie in bed all day. Spring. Flowers Blooming. Birds Chirping. Hope Swirling. Let’s lie in bed all day and Dream.
i wake up, but do i? do i really wake up? i question myself every morning. in fact even now, i have barely gotten out of bed. i usually just lie here, trying to ignore life. hoping maybe it’s just a dream. so i listen to the rain instead, or stare at the walls or practice breathing.
there is too many times when the wake of everything in life seems to look so rough and rigid I don’t have time to see things clearly. I walk through this life, wandering, wishing, hoping someone somewhere will pave my path so i don’t have to feel so indecisive, so that someone can hold my hand. I wish it was easier but that’s what makes it a journey right? Lets wake up and let it be another day.
“in the wake of your current opinion,i see no reason to continue this debate,”spoke ricky rejection.jessie felt the grip of the arm around her squeeze a little more snuggly.thousands of tiny needles seemed to be pricking into her all at once,”your low view of the human condtion convinced me.perhaps,you’ll enjoy the metal of this steel flesh after all.
Every morning when I wake up I hear the sweet ‘peep peep’ sounds coming from those tiny little birds. So colourful, so bouncy, and so, so sweet, they make my day to hear them ‘peep peep’ when I awake.
wake up, hear the sounds. you smell the bacon and the toast in the kitchen, you see the sun coming through the window. your partner walks in, giving you an amazing feeling in your stomach and in your heart. You realize, you’re in love.
Wake.
Breathe in. Eyes crack open. Light. Blinding. Breathing. Alive.
Wipe the dirt from your face, climb out of your hole. Keep going. Another day. Crack the frost on the ground, brush the leaves from your path. Keep going. Another day.
Leave them in your wake.
Already did it. I waked the shit out of this. It’s the one about hitting wakes on boats with beers. Sober or not sober, I love wakes. Again, Everybody knows.
wake up. move, i cant move. i cant breathe, i need to wake up, move, its all im thinking. trapped here, bc my eyes will not open. suffocating, can’t i just, move?
To be awake is so wonderful and at the end of the day, you want to be awake some more but then your eyes shut, and eight hours later, the idea of waking loses its allure and all we want to do is sleep some more.
That wake on the lake is huge. Someday I’ll be able to surf it behind the boat with no rope. Hopefully not just sober but drunk. Who isn’t drunk on the boat on the lake. Isn’t that what lakes are for. Everybody knows.
I stood there and looked at her. She didn’t look back.
She never wore makeup. She looked like a doll. I wanted to lean over the casket and smear that stupid lipstick off of her lips, but even if I was allowed to, I don’t think I’d actually do it. Her lips would probably be very cold.
And she was never cold.
wake up. dont think, just wake up and go. no direction, no thinking,no worrying about your hair, your teeth, breakfust. wake up, and run. run as fast as you can, run as if your life depends on it. youre shaking, why? youre awake, youre alive, feel it, embrace it
wake up! it’s time to wake up and smell the coffee. if i die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take. Wake-y, wake-y! i don’t like having to wake up so early in the morning to go to a job I hate.
“Wake,” Peter whispered, and Wendy and the boys rose, and they followed him out the window, and Wendy looked back, and she did not know if she would return, if she would ever be sleeping again, like the adults in the room next door. And as she flew she cried, because she was between two worlds and she did not know the one in which she would awake.
When you wake up in the middle of the night sit up and write out your dreams as well as you can remember them.Draw a picture if you need to do that..
Sleep ire ally like to sleep but I like to get up early too. Makes me think of working out in the summer.
I do not like to wake up…though if i didn’t it would mean i was dead. A wake is also where you go to see dead people before an actual funeral. I think they’re stupid and boring…the dead person don’t care if you show up to the wake and the funeral. blah blah blah blah this is stupid….
I’m standing in the wake of destruction he left behind, the broken hearts and the shattered lives and the broken limbs. I don’tknow how any of it will ever be put back together – nothing’s strong enough, not super-glue, nnot some miraculous form of adhesive.
It’s forever broken.
Thankful for another day it is a gift! coffee please
The taste of peppermint on her tongue, eyes bright, pupils dilated, every bit of white showing, lips parted, sucking in greedily, muscles tensed for movement.
Are we ever really awake. why is awake more valid than a dream? both effect us as much
we can learn and grow just as much. For some dreams can be real and reality a dream
I will wake in the morning, wondering what I’m going to do. I wake up, brush my teeth, and get ready for the day. However, I still wish I was in bed, wrapped up in my covers. I’m comfortable and safe there. No one will bother me there.
Every day I feel like sleeping. It doesn’t matter how much I slept the night before, my body and mind are always tired. Sometimes I wish I could go into a magical sleep like Sleeping Beauty and quiet my mind before I wake.
i got up this morning in the wake of princess dianas death, woke up and smoked a blunt, then i called my slampiece up who was also just waking up, i told her that maybe later we would hang out. i called my indian friend and went to play basketball in wake of lebron james’ and kobe bry
When i wake up I want to be happy. Sleep is such a beautiful thing. But waking up in a good mood is one of the best things a person can feel. Starting your day off right. It’s kind of cool actually, how one action can really effect your day. Of course, you have control over the rest. But how you wake up plays a big role in the first few seconds of a tomorrow that was not promised yesterday.
The snow falling outside the window is difficult to see unless you look at it flurrying in front of the yellow street lights. Time to wake up for the first time all day and go.
I wake up in the morning, with the lah lah lah alaha askdhdf. That’s a song. I don’t really know what the lyrics are, but I remember it. For some reason, I reminds me of when I was little and on the way to the beach. But I know that isn’t the same song. My little brother used to sing it. I twas like.., What if God was one of us… Lah lah lah. I don’t remember.
wake
to branded music new
choose the notes
we’ll right our dreams
on lofty parchment
the rhythm
will find its way
in lucid means
wake up.. the dream is over. its time to live the so called reality. but this reality is just a holographic chamber. an illusion. this is death disguised as life.
sleep bed lying dreams alive restless happy dreamy tired coffee sunrise birth death spring funeral bake realize understand rise see clearly stretch yawn
I wake up with my mouth feeling like cotton on a summer afternoon. My eyes stuck together. I am groggy. Tired. This is my average morning.
But when will I really wake up?
When I really SEE?
Feel.
Live.
What will it take to wake me up from the average, the daily, the MONOTONY?
Tossed and turned in bed. The sound of my alarm ringing loudly in the background. I rolled over and decided I could sleep a few more minutes. This is when I realized I had set my alarm for a specific reason. This morning I was going out on the lake. To ride behind a boat. Wake boarding.