i lie till dozens play dirty circles round my pillow. i never used to talk like this. the swears i mean now, life it seems, like my language is vulgar pulp around the edges of waking i dream walk like i never knew i could.
I am awake but I am not sure I want to be here. Sometimes I wish that being alive meant you did not have to be awake to live it. Dreams would be better if they were reality.
Sunlight drifts in through the blinds waking me to the brand new day, a fresh start. Stumbling out of bed, feet smack the floor. Memories of dreams from my latest slumber flood my mind. And then I am aware again of you, my dream when I’m not sleeping. You begin to rush and run through my mind a million miles per hour. Ah, morning time. Clean slate and new beginning to the rest of your life.
I need to wake up. I am very tired right now. I am mostly tired of being ignored by Nathan. I know I am right for this fella. I hate when people are scared of me. I am honest. and tired of being so honest. I wish he would do the right thing.
I wake to the sound of pitter-patters–tiny footsteps on the hardwood floor. Their muffled by the thick concrete walls as they grow distant, sounds swallowed by the wallpaper. I lie in bed,
The morning sun rose above the mountain tops to sprinkle my face with its touch.
I’d never felt so alive… and so tired at the same time.
Rolling over to see him sleeping, without this rush of rude awakening…
I’d never been so alone… and together. Alive.
i woke up and tried so hard to remember my dream. but was it really a dream? or was it reality and my life is a dream. is falling asleep really waking up and waking up isn’t real at all?
you could ask yourself these questions a thousand times and it’ll only make you think deeper and deeper until you dont know what to believe anymore. but maybe when you start to believe your dream is real, and feel like its reality, that is when you truly wake up.
I attended my great grandmothers wake, when I was about 13 years old. I was terrified to see a dead person, but she looked the most beautiful I had ever seen her. She appeared to be relaxed. She was not worried about HSN or the weather man. Truly at peace.
i don’t want to wake tomorrow to the cold everything, put on freezing jeans that make my leg stubble red and painful, stubble because it’s so cold i want the extra warmth of hair. I don’t want to wake and be a day closer to you leaving. i dont want to wake and go to school. terrible place.
I wake to the same familiarity.
No alarm clock ringing, no lovers, no friends.
Alleyways and emptiness.
These streets will be the only one I ever awake to.
before I wake what happens? usually some pleasant dream, well maybe pleasant is the wrong word. odd thats more like it. odd but lovely. lovely in a way that only a dream can be, wish i could live there just a little bit longer.
Why do I constantly wake? I dont know, perhaps its because I am a modern college student, the kind who puts of deadlines in exchange for the rush of pushing things through last minute, often through till dawn.
It’s time to wake. It’s time to leave the dead behind, to lose that which weighs me down. It is time to move, to stretch the sleep from my limbs, to let hibernation disappear into memory. It is time to let the sun warm my face and for my feet to follow the road before them. It is time to wake.
As the light streamed into my room through the tiny slits left between the blinds, there was no consideration as to whether or not to wake me. I was awake.
when i wake up in the morning, i don’t. i close my eyes and make the world dissapear back into darkness and dreams. What awaits me cannot possibly be as good as the warmth of the sheets covering my body.
Up to the dawn. Bright bladed call of the fucking rooster. Aptly named bird. I groaned and wiped my eyes. Smiling at the thought of what I was going to do to that feathered fiend.
I dread waking up i the morning..
there is nothing worst than waking up from a dream
dreams are wonderful.
I wonder if things that we desire are actually portrayed in our dreams if that is the case then that explains some of the questions I ask in the morning when my dreams ends.
At first he wasn’t sure he was really awake. He wanted to sleep longer but he knew he needed to wake. He was going on a job interview today and he needed to do well. It had been so long since he had money coming in
As my best friend lay dying in my arms, I did everything possible to deny death as the inevitable outcome of his lifeblood pouring out of him, soaking me and seeping into the ground. The train that hit him was long gone, the engineer and conductor unaware that they had even taken a life. But what pained me more than holding my dying friend was his deathbed request for a wake instead of a funeral. I didn’t think it possible to rejoice at his passing.
Wake up. Seee what’s surrounding you. Open your eyes. Stop being so damn naive. Maybe if you would just wake up and take a look around you would be different. Allow yourself to be woken up, to be changed.
When the five of them did wake up in a cave, Winterfeld asked the others if they remembered how they got there. Cooper said, “no, were we drunk?” Bradley said, “Maybe we were abducted by space aliens?” Hollenbeck turned to a human skeleton and said, “If that’s Potter next to that truck full of gold, then I think we were in suspended animation.”
A breath of chill before the heat, the dew coated grass resting peacefully as the first light draws crystal brilliance from their face. Birds chirping, but the world still, a sense of calm emptiness for just a few instants as you wake.
Wake and shake, be fearful of the day ahead. In your dream you were flying or loving, or maybe just having sex with your English Professor. The real one won’t be as nice to you today…
i woke up today very upset, for it was the day that I had to start going to my college classes. and really, i wouldn’t have minded so much if my first one wasn’t at 9 AM. REALLY??? NINE AM???
Anyway. I like this lavender color. I should go to bed, so that I can be awake tomorrow for another obnoxious claass period.
Wake; wake was a term that Robert did not understand. For years, it seemed, Robert had been trapped in the depths of his dim and slow mind, unable to escape. And there was no need for escape; Robert did not know of “wake.”
The last time you’ll ever see this mind; the last time youll ever be within vicinity of this body. Its the acceptance of saying goodbye, the last time to be in the presence of a connection that once was. Its moving on, living life, accepting defeat, death, and conflict. Its the last image you have, of the greatest wonder of the world…life.
Where would i wake up if i had not woken up here. Out in this dark alley way, i was lucky. The darkness surrounds me and stray cats stare at me, making eye contact.
Wake and see the people.
they don’t see you.
wake them, wake them.
make them live.
wake them to walk and move and feel.
too much to be done
to sit and drift
through wasteful sleep.
wake, wake, become.
i lie till dozens play dirty circles round my pillow. i never used to talk like this. the swears i mean now, life it seems, like my language is vulgar pulp around the edges of waking i dream walk like i never knew i could.
I am awake but I am not sure I want to be here. Sometimes I wish that being alive meant you did not have to be awake to live it. Dreams would be better if they were reality.
wake, the waves that greet your sweet departure with such lackadaisical mirth only to ebb and flow out from beneath your endless journey.
Sunlight drifts in through the blinds waking me to the brand new day, a fresh start. Stumbling out of bed, feet smack the floor. Memories of dreams from my latest slumber flood my mind. And then I am aware again of you, my dream when I’m not sleeping. You begin to rush and run through my mind a million miles per hour. Ah, morning time. Clean slate and new beginning to the rest of your life.
Three wakes I have attended;
Two suicides and one murder.
Tell me, when do I awake to something better?
I need to wake up. I am very tired right now. I am mostly tired of being ignored by Nathan. I know I am right for this fella. I hate when people are scared of me. I am honest. and tired of being so honest. I wish he would do the right thing.
I wake to the sound of pitter-patters–tiny footsteps on the hardwood floor. Their muffled by the thick concrete walls as they grow distant, sounds swallowed by the wallpaper. I lie in bed,
The morning sun rose above the mountain tops to sprinkle my face with its touch.
I’d never felt so alive… and so tired at the same time.
Rolling over to see him sleeping, without this rush of rude awakening…
I’d never been so alone… and together. Alive.
I hate waking up.
every morning you wake up, but what does it all mean? it’s an interesting concept that waking up has the ability for a person to start anew.
i woke up and tried so hard to remember my dream. but was it really a dream? or was it reality and my life is a dream. is falling asleep really waking up and waking up isn’t real at all?
you could ask yourself these questions a thousand times and it’ll only make you think deeper and deeper until you dont know what to believe anymore. but maybe when you start to believe your dream is real, and feel like its reality, that is when you truly wake up.
I attended my great grandmothers wake, when I was about 13 years old. I was terrified to see a dead person, but she looked the most beautiful I had ever seen her. She appeared to be relaxed. She was not worried about HSN or the weather man. Truly at peace.
i don’t want to wake tomorrow to the cold everything, put on freezing jeans that make my leg stubble red and painful, stubble because it’s so cold i want the extra warmth of hair. I don’t want to wake and be a day closer to you leaving. i dont want to wake and go to school. terrible place.
I wake to the same familiarity.
No alarm clock ringing, no lovers, no friends.
Alleyways and emptiness.
These streets will be the only one I ever awake to.
Don’t want to wake up
before I wake what happens? usually some pleasant dream, well maybe pleasant is the wrong word. odd thats more like it. odd but lovely. lovely in a way that only a dream can be, wish i could live there just a little bit longer.
Why do I constantly wake? I dont know, perhaps its because I am a modern college student, the kind who puts of deadlines in exchange for the rush of pushing things through last minute, often through till dawn.
It’s time to wake. It’s time to leave the dead behind, to lose that which weighs me down. It is time to move, to stretch the sleep from my limbs, to let hibernation disappear into memory. It is time to let the sun warm my face and for my feet to follow the road before them. It is time to wake.
As the light streamed into my room through the tiny slits left between the blinds, there was no consideration as to whether or not to wake me. I was awake.
when i wake up in the morning, i don’t. i close my eyes and make the world dissapear back into darkness and dreams. What awaits me cannot possibly be as good as the warmth of the sheets covering my body.
Awaking in the morning. The funeral ceremony.
i wake up in the morning and see a bird fly in my room. I think this is just a dream.
Up to the dawn. Bright bladed call of the fucking rooster. Aptly named bird. I groaned and wiped my eyes. Smiling at the thought of what I was going to do to that feathered fiend.
to the sound of a beautiful horizon setting like a smile on a new day.
I dread waking up i the morning..
there is nothing worst than waking up from a dream
dreams are wonderful.
I wonder if things that we desire are actually portrayed in our dreams if that is the case then that explains some of the questions I ask in the morning when my dreams ends.
to see
the illusion of no longer dreaming
clear, bright, perhaps sharpness or clarity
a point from which to move
feel, and experience
control
At first he wasn’t sure he was really awake. He wanted to sleep longer but he knew he needed to wake. He was going on a job interview today and he needed to do well. It had been so long since he had money coming in
There is a divide between the 3rd and 4th dimension and I am caught in the wake between the two.
As my best friend lay dying in my arms, I did everything possible to deny death as the inevitable outcome of his lifeblood pouring out of him, soaking me and seeping into the ground. The train that hit him was long gone, the engineer and conductor unaware that they had even taken a life. But what pained me more than holding my dying friend was his deathbed request for a wake instead of a funeral. I didn’t think it possible to rejoice at his passing.
Wake up. Seee what’s surrounding you. Open your eyes. Stop being so damn naive. Maybe if you would just wake up and take a look around you would be different. Allow yourself to be woken up, to be changed.
I don’t wake, I regain consciousness…
i have awaken. from high school. from society. from my life. i have awaken from all that was clouding my life. it is all clear.
When the five of them did wake up in a cave, Winterfeld asked the others if they remembered how they got there. Cooper said, “no, were we drunk?” Bradley said, “Maybe we were abducted by space aliens?” Hollenbeck turned to a human skeleton and said, “If that’s Potter next to that truck full of gold, then I think we were in suspended animation.”
a wake UP THEN aLONG wITH aLL THE OTHERS, I TAke A DRINK OF LOFTY TEA :)
A breath of chill before the heat, the dew coated grass resting peacefully as the first light draws crystal brilliance from their face. Birds chirping, but the world still, a sense of calm emptiness for just a few instants as you wake.
Wake and shake, be fearful of the day ahead. In your dream you were flying or loving, or maybe just having sex with your English Professor. The real one won’t be as nice to you today…
i woke up today very upset, for it was the day that I had to start going to my college classes. and really, i wouldn’t have minded so much if my first one wasn’t at 9 AM. REALLY??? NINE AM???
Anyway. I like this lavender color. I should go to bed, so that I can be awake tomorrow for another obnoxious claass period.
Wake; wake was a term that Robert did not understand. For years, it seemed, Robert had been trapped in the depths of his dim and slow mind, unable to escape. And there was no need for escape; Robert did not know of “wake.”
The last time you’ll ever see this mind; the last time youll ever be within vicinity of this body. Its the acceptance of saying goodbye, the last time to be in the presence of a connection that once was. Its moving on, living life, accepting defeat, death, and conflict. Its the last image you have, of the greatest wonder of the world…life.
Where would i wake up if i had not woken up here. Out in this dark alley way, i was lucky. The darkness surrounds me and stray cats stare at me, making eye contact.
Wake and see the people.
they don’t see you.
wake them, wake them.
make them live.
wake them to walk and move and feel.
too much to be done
to sit and drift
through wasteful sleep.
wake, wake, become.