morning Quintessensual Good Morning. May the thick, milky cobwebs, that clouded your mind's eye when you went down during the night, have been thrown off by the fluid of phantasms convulsing. May you have rolled away needing, reluctantly to release the soft grip, from your bosom by your side, to primp every crevice and surface nicely and dress as brightly as the sun when rising, undulled by weather in between. May your bread and jelly, and tea or coffee, with real cream, over the news of old, by the branch of still fresh lilacs between you and the other side of the nook, have set you afire. May you all day remain ablaze and the cobwebs stay aloof, when tonight at last you do go down again. Copr. 1999 991207 ... valis get some good coffee and do that sunrise thing once in awhile. you won't regret it. 991208 ... deb give me cappuccino and a yummy granola bar and ill run out to sit under a tree with you and even though my toes are cold my heart is warm because the sun came up today and i got to see it with you 991209 ... jennifer morning hates me in his own methodical way 991222 ... marjorie a yawn a stretch shaking your head the sun remains you feel dead the coffee juice strawberry red so tired you wish you'd stayed in bed 000520 ... silent bob I'm totally not a morning person but when the night crashed into the day, me and Alicia were there to watch it happen. We witness the transition as the sun rises and we know, yes we know that nothing can take it away from us. We make cute little voices to each other as absurd gnats swarm us, and huge fish catch them. 000616 ... erin your face was so soft and blank the light slanted lightly through the curtains and you slept i didn't want to wake you it seemed like if i held my breath and didn't move i could stop the change of morning into day but i climbed into your bed and broke the silence your face was jagged and tired and your breath smelled but i kissed you anyway i kissed you awake and sang morning songs softly to you half crying because my bags were stacked outside my door and the sun climbed slowly in the sky i sang that i didn't want to leave and that i would return i sang a whispered farewell until you closed your tired eyes again your breathing fell into a slow rhythm then i said i loved you and that was my goodbye 000627 ... noone that just so made me cry, erin 000704 ... Zoe the last time i saw you was in the morning. you were acting very strange, telling everyone how much you loved them. you even tried to tell us that you wouldn't be comming to school today. we all figured you were skipping agian (you did that a lot). you never were a morning person, but that day you were the happiest i've seen you in a long time. i remember thinking about that as we said goodbye in the starbux. i knew that i would see you agian the next morning as we completed the tradition of getting coffee and talking about our problems before heading off to school. you always helped me so much and you always told me that i helped you as well. Now i'm not so sure. u'll never forget you calling after me as i walked toward the bus stop, "i'm sorry about this, zoe." i didn't even think i heard you right. later on in the day i got called out of class and they told me about you slitting your wrists with the same knife that you had stolen from starbux that morning. i replayed the mornign over and over in my brain untill now, three years later, i can still remember what you were wearing (the light blue shirt and black pants that we bought together). i don't understant how i could have missed those obvious signs that morning, but all i saw was the same deppressed you, with those same horrible problems. 000719 ... kitty i hate to wake up early but can not fall asleep alone in the dark. gentle fingers across my cheek tickling sensations from your lips and travels magnified through your fingertips into my skin a tingling penetration escalating vibrations overlapping interfering waves of ecstasy radiating electricity overwhelming me shivering surrender had to be a dream my eyes start to shake when i've been up too long 000724 ... Brad Things are always different in the morning. People seem a different kind of pretty in the morning even though they've been sleeping on themselves for hours. 001007 ... Lindsey Morning is that fragile time between love and all the arguments that lie ahead. 010328 ... Rebecca Translucent lights shine softly through my morning window; waking me to a new day. 010412 ... rubydee my new flat is on "morning street" appropriately named as the early sun comes streaming in to all the windows facing the water white tipped sails gliding by i can see them from my bed an arm draped around the cats watching the birds watching them nighttime is dark here the lighthouse's beam the only comfort and reassurance that morning will return 010611 ... monadh birds are singing sweet sounds that fill the air fresh with rain need to rest my mind 010612 ... bloodjetpoetry used to be black. used to be a burden. used to be a task. ... is a blue jewel. 011119 ... pralines&cream says you and him and everybody else, smiling with your lips, and crying, screaming, hating with your eyes. 011119 ... Grievance is the most beautiful when you bypass all your prejudiced perspectives torward the horrid earliness, by staying up all night to bring in the day. I did that on my birthday. It was a welcoming sun waiting there for me. And I felt myself oh so clever as I stood there, as i think most people do in similar situations. Yet, you don't want to share the moment with anyone who knows you, but you want people to know that it existed. And that night, I had some ciggarettes, even though I had quit. So I felt like my sin was suspending me as the sun hung there glowing for that one moment in time. and oh, my, what a typical artistic voice I am turning into. Back to the previous creation, the one that was unique and full of truth to myself. and the sun still hung there brightly. -now i think it moved a bit. 011120 ... Annie111 So I am still in love with you, even this morning. Morning, which is supposed to whiewash emotions, has let the sun hit a seed Which I can't stop from growing It's grown thick arms like branches And those motherfucking leaves have swallowed my heart The wind today is subtel enough that it can lift the flag next door, papery and vast, so the stripes slide over the aire in red and white. God, it's Sunday, What the hell am I going to do about this mess I've made? 011216 ... Reverend Lough don't talk to me until i've had my coffee. 021215 ... me and there she is, again! 030107 ... Ant - The Best Time Of Day 030404 ... Friedjack I just woke up. It feels good to be alive. 030521 ... meehall water glistens like little jewels on leaves in the morning 030803 ... cheetah now. 031223 ... Death of a Rose is passing me in the fast lane. 031223 ... young pretender is always rudely interrupted by my alarm 040308 ... trixie y'know, they say that the time in the morning is when one is most clear-headed and able the think straight. Why, then, do I feel so tired in the morning? I looked at the weather report and it looks like it'll be shitty with a bit of crappy thrown in around noon. If only I could get off my ass or stop obsessing over various comments I've heard lately which are making me feel like a dazed princess. Sure, it's all my own personal neurosis, but sometimes honesty is not always the best policy. Also, I can expect to have no money between yesterday and the day I move in to this apartment. I also kind of hope that the one on C falls through so that fate makes the decision for us, because even though it's beautiful and blah blah- C is a fucking treck to the subway. Shitty with a side of yucky on the side. 040402 ... chloeNtheSUN i am that lovable annoying morning person who wakes up with the sun and jumps out of bed. 040622 ... Syrope so much to blather, so much to create...gahhh i spent all of my first class today drawing...morbid things that i was surprised came from me. maybe i should have paid attention. maybe i should pay attention to what my mind is trying to say. i have to sleep, or i won't make it to class in the morning, but my mind isn't ready... 041012 ... p.s. I LOVE YOU 041013 ... sirflaccid I actually woke up early this morning and had a real breakfast. It was good not to drink another one of those shakes. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy the shakes. They do get me going. But it was nice to eat some good ol' biscuts and gravy. Today is a good day that started off as a good night. This is it. I can feel it turning around. 050127 ... The Olio Academy I got up in the morning and I called you on the phone and you were still an octopus and I was still transforming. 050617 ... beorn the best sex is in the morning 051209 ... violet strangt morning is only beautiful to me if i am not takin gup early to see it. it is always better through an insomniac daze. 060726 ... In_Bloom I have passed into it, pretty much unscathed Abrading and bumping against my own self but not so bad this time Whispering to a darkness to please cut me some slack and forgive me for walking away in fear Thanking static light coming through awful plastic blinds that I returned 090829 ... Jurisprudence It comes gently even if I don't Another gift to look around and make something count for everything "I believe in life with you" Those words have struck with me, they've resonated and I've adopted them to share and pass on I believe in you 091030 ... past moments in moments. the sun rises after i get to work, and they took my window away. with you on the far side of the country, it's hard to get motivated before the sun, sometimes. 091030 ... unhinged your alarm went off the first time around 6am you pushed snooze like you always do i turned over and pulled you close you mumbled about how you didn't want to go to work 'i won't go; i won't call. maybe they'll fire me' i kicked your ass out of bed and you took us home we walked to the co_op in the rain it was one of those rare warm rains perfect for walking in we had breakfast at the co_op went back to his house watched some crazy movie and looked at people we used to know on facebook all before noon crazy used to not be a morning person 091030 ... gelfling Another morning ushered in by dreams of a past last, or a life passed, where my baby cradles me and we run though the mysterious corridors of ancient places that we never saw together. His soft lips tease mine and his come hither stare pulls me deeper into my dreams. Fourth morning in a row. When will my dreams stop taunting me. 100523 ... Rabekah In the deepest hours of morning I pour a cup of dreams Sipping on hints Of black pepper and velvet cream Peering thru the blinds In anticipation of sunbright A state of sky transformation To feel the purpose of my feet Sinking into the sidewalk Uncovered from it's invisibility Starring at a door More comfortable than a blanket Crossing the bridge Between black and blue The warm star has arrived 141015 what's it to you? who go blather from