#waking
Awakened steps at dawn
Returning to self,
Sunrises amused,
Crystal morning dew dancing
For sight,
A return from dreams,
Unremember the sleep across
Living waters,
Reconstruction of connection:
The walk to begin in forgetful
Grace adrift in recollection,
Steps rising from pulsing memory
Conceivable perception engraving,
Eager to recollect rhythms anticipated
From hopeful beginnings,
Root of the world sculpting
The resonance of self.
A calm body in space freely
Creating future momentum,
Drifting through motions,
Leaving the dark setting fire
To the the day,
A repetition of burn;
Clarity of flames framing
Embers of time.
Entanglement,
Binary stars facing eachother,
Light intertwined born in connection,
Silence speaks loudest
When meeting lumens greet
First light,
Clarity written on a world
From first fruits of many a dusk,
Connecting the night.
Connecting the day.
The first fruits of morning
Connection woven
And here it is all born.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
You take my hand without a word and lead me somewhere safe
somewhere that only exists because I'm aware.
There, you become honest.
You say the things you will never say to me my dearest.
And I fall in love with someone who disappears at wake.
You give me everything in a dream and nothing in the ninght gleam.
Monday morning finds me empty, how can it be this cruel for me
happening, repeating the same routine, the same longing.
I don't know if dreams can ever be real, but waking up hurts more than I can ever feel.
Kowing the only place you choose me to keep is somewhere I only reach in my sleep.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
fumbled with tittering fears
i woke early
opened in the red light room
my child’s room red by his voice
lit like emergency in a nuclear submarine
and submerged by an allegiance of dreams
open the curtain and it's tarnished cold
first cold autumn play of light bites back
that otherly world
pray mother take over
begin my day
and i'll drop
my unnecessary churn
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
upon waking
worlds fume into breath
perverted by alarm
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC
. .
pinhole eyes
observe over your kindled lie
the spread of your inedible pattern
doctoring against the indelible darkness
quilted climate of mediation forms over your bed
wiring out your unfiltered horrors with gentle fluence
(the rental of ebb and the menial of flow)
tapping metal musician on the raw triggers
that fore-reign your vital psychology
the inks the rigs the tinkers the shallows
the shadows and score that wink to us all
from the blue night
observed
pinhole eyes
. .
blue screen onto the window of the night
stalked by the lonely boy
you widowed it all away
vagranted and volunteered away all your daylight
gave up the tokens of family
schooling features and few friends
remaining ; an intelligence to pool fear
you take on the scientists
popping your dreams
to see if they spasm and scream
gutting their symmetry blazing a ****
recovering only more symmetry
rummaging away with their simplicity
extending the corridor without sympathy
searching out the temple of it all
a deeper darker origin to answer to it all
. .
shakedown plug right through the eyes
you were riding it for ecstatic life
made a corpse of it now
naked to the nerve your teeth grown in
invited to savage your way out
venture through the gaper glass
information salvaged wreckage retrieved
your markers picked up the importance received
up to you/ the message : "exist, if you please"
. .
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
She wakes up at 3:17 every morning.
The hallway lights flicker on, the cockroaches crawl back to their spots.
Floors creak, glass shatters, and the scares are unleashed when she starts to trot.
In the distance, she listens for something there, or maybe not.
Creating a flickering mess, she’ll leave everything to rot
Continuing to explore, she stumbles on a heater, noting it's red-hot.
Why? She doesn’t know. How? She doesn’t know. Where? She doesn’t know.
Beneath the floors, a creeping plot.
There is a dragging sound, perhaps a rusted knot.
Dangerous beings hiding below, their faces all distraught.
She breathes heavily and groans as the shadows take her spot.
Something takes her, screams, fighting a battle she already fought.
Why? She doesn’t know. How? She doesn’t know. Where? She doesn’t know.
Maybe it was the medicines, the traumas, or the sudden drop
From the roof down to the floors, no way she could have been caught.
If only it were the help that she sought.
She searched for a meaning, but always forgot.
A lifetime in silence and twisted thought, it looks like time has stopped.
No joy, no light, and certainly no second shot.
It was she who gave herself to that final spot.
Why? She didn’t know. How? She didn’t know. Where? She didn’t know.
She woke up at 3:17 every morning.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 8:17 PM UTC
I was in my bed
feeling some dread
of not finding any friends.
I woke up, I slept again
and I felt the chain of my internal disdain.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
Peaceful sleep washes
over my consciousness,
I shroud myself
in the warmth of a duvet
and close my eyes.
Time passes in waves
washing the day away.
Colours spiral and blend,
as logic bends,
and I float weightlessly
through memories
that have never happened,
as I can only imagine.
The moon guards my secrets,
in a language
that I almost understand,
while I am everywhere
and nowhere,
dreaming through
seas of starlight
in my dreamland.
Then, my eyes snap open,
and reality crashes over me
like a wave of cold water,
leaving an emptiness
of something once profound,
and scenes that I
can no longer recall.
I can only hope
that it was a beautiful dream.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
the sun in my eyes
sometimes it's a welcome pain
we are awaken
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 4:21 AM UTC
5am,
snuffed between the fingers of the day
slumming stars and a night not fully broken,
the waking world, its petals still to open
is filled with silent promises unspoken
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
- for patty m(mombo)
who will be laughing
out loud, spilling her sippin’ coffee~
after she reads this~
woke up o f f c i a l l y “fully rested”
per the devices that monitor the body,
hoping
that’s all they do, unless they are
writing this?
don’t think but can’t be sure,
cause the poems planted here,
were seedlings elsewhere, and
the Gatherers, my senses, be working
overtime
as we (me & them) trapse
through life picking up the discards,
of songs. tv pundits, (see title!)
overheard snippets of street
conversations,
your poems & comments,
(as I walk among you)
almost everywhere,
anytime
anyhow,
to add
days to
my life span
because
the poem notions
hit me so fast,
hanging fruitfully
needy
for picking, need
more time to love
them so fulsomely
so maybe one or two
are Rem insertions by
my Apple watch, but
not many cause I write
in a funny style!
my son asked AI to write
poems in the manner of
his dad, and it replied,
“can’t help, his poems are
too weird, not reproduceable,
borderline crazy(!!!!);”
give us someone easier
like Whitman or Plath
or Leonard C., no problem
doing dat”
so this poem was an off chance remak,
heard in passing by my digesting ears,
and like Noah’s Ark,
loaded up with alphabets 2 x 2,
set sail to your receptors to bark at ya
awake baby
with hopes
that you rise and read this,
laugh way
out loud,
and suddenly you tutu,
feeling well-reset, rested and very
a very,
moderate modicum more
appreciated enuf
nml
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
.
i launch from within
the critical business of sleep and dreamwork
and into the pre-furnished day
mucus skin
like the first gobbed up evolver to get turfed up on the beaches
i let go the veils of those true solving agents
the motions those treasurable scenes
of bloom and swoon tidal theatre
they disperse
and i tough out a self applied
measured and subservient routine
a hasty and unrewarding approach to 'productive' business
it brings me distaste
but cements me in shared society
passer bys throw up their greetings
and i heave 'hellos' in return
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 10:05 PM UTC
scupper the dawn
with curtains redrawn
a self made mourning
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 11:28 PM UTC
a twisted stomach
chemical nervousness
this city heave dawning
Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 1:40 PM UTC
Early morning fingers
clutching at the sill
as I lay quiet, warm and still
half awake yet wrapped in night
not ready for the coming light
which filters softly through the blind
to **** my peaceful state of mind
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
I cherish the days
I get out of bed
Without thinking twice
About it.
Walk to the bathroom
Brush my teeth,
Feel the water upon my face.
I cherish the days
I can go
Up and down
The stairs.
Go to the kitchen
And make something
To eat.
I cherish the days
everything
has the scent
Of coconut and vanilla.
The sun rises
from the east
And sets
in the west
I cherish the days
I realize I want to live.
Aug 8, 2023
Aug 8, 2023 at 10:44 AM UTC
tended
in dreams i am flossed at sea
only to be
muttered and lost
once upon awakening
un-present and tense
Jun 15, 2023
Jun 15, 2023 at 10:26 AM UTC
its these winter mornings
where any thought
of greeting
the dawning day
with warm thoughts
hopeful exuberance
and a positive outlook
will quickly be silenced
along with
the birdsong of
that overly optimistic alarm
that melody
so carefully selected
to ease consciousness
into a brightened state
of motivation
of joy
despised within seconds
immediately cut short
and resented for
its mindless persistence
the first excuse
a need for another
ten minutes
of warmth and comfort
to prepare
for the day
for life in general
perhaps
the second
a negotiated concession
that there was
no real reason
to get up
early anyway
finally
uncertain whether
in victory
or defeat
the alarm will be
cancelled completely
along with the rest
of the day
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 6:52 AM UTC
Get that window open!
Go on, do it!
Feel the fat rotation of the planet
throwing a little spring our way
to poke our amygdala
and rattle our dormancy
and sure, we know at the back of minds
a bare faced bait and switch is in play
which means our twitching fingers
will seek to put the big coats in the loft
only with dismay to find the grey frost
return to bite our ***** mid-March
but we can dream and show some ankle
can’t we?
We hold out for this spring
harder than a man who’s lost nine digits
to frostbite
so we can point to where it hurts,
be heard,
aware that we’re linked,
a swarm of warmer hands
that need to hold, to cling, to brace
against this lingering, malingering pain
We’re ready to emerge,
but only together
and while inclement, duplicitous weather
still rages
we’re better, sadly,
caved
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 7:40 AM UTC
And then I open my eyes
yet another misty morning,
half a year has passed by
but my heart is still yearning,
with the passing of each night
there's always a fairytale dream,
never will it make me vulnerable
even the bravest yearn,
silently we all make a wish
to the moonbeam
for nothing's ever enough.
It's hard to put into words
a dream that doesn't change,
just that it's always a different place
yet a part of it tends to stay,
from your tiny black eyelash
to the enormous warmth
of your being,
in the thick of it all is me
standing there looking at you
what else can I say,
And then I open my eyes
yet another misty morning,
half a year has passed by
but my heart is still yearning.
- diljeev
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
And then you woke up, you felt the soft drip of sweat on your furrowed brow. Trailing down your face in thin streams. Your clothes were soaked, and your bed lay damp. Your breathing was heavy as your forlorn gaze drifted off into the night sky.
And then you woke up, you felt the fright from a previous dream cling to your mind, dulling your senses. Cloaking your ears from all previous sounds that might’ve existed. Your hands lay there trembling, uncontrollable in every way, messy hair in all directions.
And as you lay there breathing, you woke up. The erratic thumping of your heart, beating loud into the night. A soft wail from your mouth, encircling the terrible symphony of despair. Grating thoughts, that never seem to go away. It won’t stop, it won't go away . . .
And then you woke up
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC