#wakingup
there is a moment,
in the morning, where
consciousness is confused
dreamscapes collide, intermingle
with daily landscapes, pressing
upon eye & skin
Wherewithal
presence places pieces
assembling, stitching
worlds from opposite ends
this morning moment, meeting place
crossroads, transitioning
from one to another
Exiting eternal depths,
Entering dark recesses of mind
Overlapping visions
Lives lived slowly, entwined
Am I
Am I
Am I
I
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
Blissful mornings I pray would come
where my days are no longer short
and my hours are no longer numbered
where I forget the melody of the ticking clock.
One day the sun will rise
and I will wake to the auburn of the rays
and not the heaving of the alarm
For now I blink and its been a decade
for now I sleep and yesterday did not exist
I wish to look upon the present
and be wishful of tomorrow instead.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
When the morning sings through the shades of my window,
A cascade of soft illumination dances around like a few of the flowers,
When the morning sings, I hear the birds of song,
Dancing in the wind, a wilt of the rose,
When the morning sings, it’s a scientist to wake up from our dreams,
When the morning sings
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
I wake up, the day
shines through the hotel curtains --
and begins with you.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
Waking up, lightly
balancing between repose --
and my brand new day.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 3:19 AM UTC
Half awake I am
floating in my consciousness --
and in my body.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 4:57 AM UTC
I hate four o’clock in the morning.
When the sky barely starts choking up colors for the new day;
when the foxes preach their screeching sermons to the dew-strewn grass;
when I can’t bear to face the day
again
and
again
and
again.
I hate four o’clock in the morning
because it reminds me that nothing will be patient enough
for my weary bones to gather once more.
It reminds me that,
like all things,
time will march on-
and I am not yet brave enough
to follow its battle cry.
I hate four o’clock in the morning,
and I haven’t gotten enough sleep
because I have given everything
to something that will barely give me back half.
But that’s the way of things, no?
We give
and give
and give
for what?
I think I forgot.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 7:22 PM UTC
I wake up. But hey!
How many hours did I sleep? --
Where am I? And when?
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 3:45 AM UTC
I am just floating
around and almost ready --
to wake up slowly.
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 3:49 AM UTC
Something is at hand,
so I better find a way --
out of my slumber.
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 3:46 AM UTC
The landscape awakes
in hesitant morning light --
still breathing silence.
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 4:16 AM UTC
The whites are missing from your eyes, darling, and there's nothing
I can do to bring your body back to life.
And my darling, you know that I love you, but you love your demons
more than you could ever love me.
Found poem from lyrics in "Demons" by Social Repose and "Waking Up" by PVRIS.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
He’s like that last bit of sunlight that everyone tries to savor during the final days of summer. He’s the light that manages to fill the bleakest of rooms. Even in the loneliest of nights I still feel the light he brings. He is the bearer of joy not just to me, but whomever he me crosses paths with. He brings joy to the miserable, youth to the old, and even love to the loveless. Spending time with you is like living what poetry is.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 6:07 PM UTC
shaking off unconsciousness
stretching those aching joints
and lifting your eyelids to light
as sunlight begins to stream in
you pull the soft covers down
your sluggish mind begins to wake
as you slip from the bed to the floor
reaching over a kiss to my head
you whisper good morning
then I role over again to sleep
as you leave me in the dawn
to begin the daily drawl
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
I don't have to be sorry
Not at all
My conscience will fall
And let me alone
I will not regret
Not one thing
Not one
I will feel
Instead of fearing
I will see
Instead of hiding
I will go there
Meet it
Face to face
I will not let myself die in disgrace
I will fight for what I want
I will go there, fall, get up again.
I'll be strong
And stronger
Than I have ever been
I will be golden
Rock solid,
Deep with every emotion within.
I will fight, I will fall, and get up.
I will know how to call myself up.
To be able to look it in the eye
No matter how scary,
No matter how much I denied everything before.
Now and forever more
I will be who I truly really am
I will be myself, honestly
I will be and be and be and I will BE
Fierce and fiery and unapologetically ME.
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
half-feigning a convenient drowsiness,
half-closed eyes and half words shot at
a bedroom wall illuminated by early sunshine,
and it happens to be quite bright.
happened again, redoing, recurring,
an ordinary oration, a silent sermon
the same words again, a slightly different version
every morning, inside out in eversion
the wrong things again, waking up
getting out of bed, out of my head, growing up,
getting old, aging fast, coming to terms with the fact that
one’s life is only as long as one’s past
all this future-talk’s got it feeling a lot longer
And vacancy is at least not my mistake
Filling in a bubble blindly of multiple choices
Splaying multiple regrets for something’s sake.
I will wake up and grow up
But if childhood is living in the sun’s light
then what’s staying up all night to watch its rise?
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 3:47 AM UTC
We all have something
to hide
Accept it
Feel it out
Learn how to break
the disguise
Laugh at it
make it feel warm
Sit and watch how others deal
with their problems
Focus
Do they lie?
and if bad at hiding it
make them laugh
Try to make them feel warm
It’s so easy to get
cold and locked up
We don’t need anymore soulless meat
walking around on this cold
and frigid world
Warm up
Break out of the disguise
Hold on to something
that matters and run with it
Try and find
your heat wave
to happiness
10-14-19
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
Eye Shoot Open
Look around scared
Rush to find my phone to check the time
Heart beating fast, "Am I late?"
"Do I have time to get ready?"
6:40 am the clock states
Time to get up and start the day
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Before the finch sings or the rooster crows,
before eyelids raise or the sunrise glows,
before the sky transforms from midnight blue,
I’ve already begun my thoughts of you.
Before the alarm’s ring has hit my ears,
before the fog of sleep in my head clears,
before the grass is soaked with morning dew,
the day has started with my thoughts of you.
Before I extricate myself from dreams,
before the birds bathe in the dawn’s sunbeams,
before the coffee calls for me to brew,
my heart and soul begin to call for you.
Before I can arise from where I lay,
before everything that starts my day,
before anything else I have to do,
my day’s begun with loving thoughts of you.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
Quivering, my hands try to hold
the thing most beyond man’s control.
My bloodshot eyes cannot behold
the weariness I can’t console.
My achy bones refuse to move
to encounter the vague unseen,
to meet what latent dreams disprove
in the fog of the in between.
I’ve not adjusted to the light.
I tried but my eyes weren’t prepared.
I want the end to be in sight—
the insight of which I am scared.
When will at last I be awake?
Is this the day I understand?
I stumble out into daybreak
to hold the future in my hand.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC