waking up
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Sleep muffles me, it’s like thinking through cotton
The air fills with burning gold, the ruddy sky blooming
“Why must I do this?” I think as I hit the snooze button
One day she thought she had the strength to proceed,One day she encouraged those who couldn’t believe,One day she lead a march for those who thought the possibilities where extinct,One day she chose to be the leader for those who she inspired,One
i run through the field as the tulips brush my coarse fingertips
the air is warm on my cheeks as the cool breeze runs with me
i reach the cliff and gaze off into the spectacular scene of the saintly sea
my feet urge
The Shorter Days
Sitting in a classroom,
Staring at the clock;
Why does the day feel
So long?
This is a found poem from page 261 of Laurie Halse Anderson's 'Wintergirls':
I find silence
In a single shadow
I wake up
I'm dreaming
The flickering shadows
Open my eyes
I wake to the song of a thundering call
A summons to a world just beyond
Lost long ago in the grimoire of time
An empire forged by rune and sword
The far away lands of spires and lore
Somehow,I manage to get out of bed each and every day.I get up, get ready, and get to work.
Surprisingly,People look at me with admiration for this feat."How are you so motivated?" they ask.
My alarm clock goes off, time to wake up.
Before, waking up was difficult but, now its time to wake up.
Words drift into
Oblivion
The night stretches into
Morning
Alarm rings into
Irritation
Dawn breaks into
Life is joy and joy’s in life,
but joy’s a waiting game.
and without joy there is no life,
they mix, they interchange.
learn to love and love to learn
of all the eye can see.
When my mom tells me to wake up in the morning, I already dread the day.
Then, as the day goes on I love being with my friends.
This makes me want the day to never end.
Dawn has never been my muse
Though my spring to her may disagree
A slumber sweet and succulent
Brings unwanted tendencies
To wake I must for day has come
A friend or foe she be
A melody played on the wind
Tangles itself amongst the smoke
Air crisp with cedar pine
Still cold while the sun has broke
A gentle lull of a new day
Rousing all from slumbers full
Determination,the future, and the light all invigorators
Laziness,doubt, and sleep all deterents;
As the clock hits 6, the factory makes a decision
The decision to start the production of a grand future
It is time to begin my day
the sun is out and says "Hooray!"
I drag myself out of bed
I yawn and scratch my head.
Then I can hear the oven humming
and down the stairs I come running.
I french kiss the morning,
And open my eyes,
The sun is smiling; the clouds are high,
I jump out of bed, and grab my book,
Then search in earnest for a quiet nook,
I finish my story and hike the trail,
Eyes open. Eyes close. Eyes open.
Sit up. Lay down. Sit up.
Open. Close. Open.
Up. Down. Up.
Then roll off the bed,
Still tangled up in blankets and dreams.
What's the point?
I traveled down the calidascope
Until my head was heliotrope
But it was never more
than I could cope
with
I bit down on the wistirium
and laughed with lungs
full of helium
In a second
In a second
In a second
In a second
I will leave you
but never because I want to
only because there is a world outside
a world where delusions like you might
My heart is disguised
this time only one person will lie
but we will never know who until we awaken
A child weak, soft like youth
Is a lion of eye and tooth
In dreams that trickle down like sand,
Down a clock, tick-tock the hand,
And whisper sweet litanies upon the head
Waking up
Weary and teary eyed
Wearing his cologne unwilling
Wanting to escape his grasp
Willing myself to move on
Wanting to escape the memories
Wearing my own name
Weary from my fight
Waking up feels so good
Wanna do it everyday, I think I would
A dream becomes reality
I hope I'm right
I'm blessed that I'm waking up because people really can't
Waking up is all I need
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
“Stir yourself! Awake! Arise!
Blissful slumbers, fall away!
Cast old Nocturne from your eyes,
‘Tis the brink of glorious Day!”
This is what my Mother speaks,
The curtains softly sway with the windPeacefully embracing a new dayEverything comes to focus, glazed in golden incandescenceSunlight caught on your eyelashes
I've never been afraid of the dark,
you see I embraced it always,
never wanting to wait to close my eyes.
Night was when I'd visit my friends,
night was when I'd go home to them,
Walking in the black mist,
I feel an impending sense of doom.
I see nature on either side of me,
But I feel all alone.
