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six_in_the_morning
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birdmad
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ominous hours
dangerous hours
desperate hours
memory cells
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ClairE
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I can hear my dad moving around. I'd better hang up.
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cube
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Best time of the day. Coffee at hand, corresponding before the demands of the day replace the clarity of the moment...
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Teenage Jesus
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Here here. BEST time of the day, with the possible exception of 5am. While others sleep (or go to bed,) I've got a pot of coffee down and am up and running before the sun. It's the only time I ever get to be alone. It's wonderful.
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CheapVodka
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Sometimes my morning time
when i first see day
Others
i just fall asleep
and drift too dreams
that usually start my screams
in...out
of my head
6 am
scary times for me
day/night?
i'm just tired of dreaming of you
and waking up
and there's no more you
and your smell is even gone
and i'm empty
and i'm tired
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daxle
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when the freaks in the living room getting it on leave
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daxle
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not that I'm unsympathetic with cheap vodka, cause I am (it's troubling thoughts that have me up at this hour too)
this is the problem with blather being a dialogue
people can't just say what comes to mind
it's always a conversation of sorts
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unhinged
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years ago she left me
at six_in_the_morning
the little vietnamese priest came
in the middle of the night
to read her last_rites
and her soul left on the sunrise
i couldn't know til weeks later
and didn't cry
but i've been crying ever since
oh grandma
sometimes i wish you never left
and this little miracle appeared
when memories of her seemed far away and obscure
this little breathing bundle of life
arielle
came at six_in_the_morning
coincidence
i think not
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optic discretion
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The loss of a grandmother is ever so painful ... the one who always cared for you and slipped you the snacks and allowances. The one who never raised a voice ... at least she is in a better place ...
But tell me, is it better to have been close to a grandparent and suffer great sorrow with their death or to never have been close to one and feel more indifference than sorrow?
I wish I could have met my grandfathers ...
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bzzmel
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the beginning of of my day.
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unhinged
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knowing all four of my grandparents and having both feelings when my mom's mom died and my dad's dad died i have to say the sorrow was much better than the indifference. i wasn't sorrowful til years later either because my grandmother suffered a lot for 13 months before she died and unwittingly seeing her the day before she died, i knew she was ready to leave. the sorrow comes now because i just miss her so much. the more days that go by, the more far away she seems in some respects. my grandfather's house and holidays gave grow quite accustomed to her not being around. but to this day whenever we all try to plan a visit to the cemetery, it rains cats and dogs.
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ClairE
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I_miss_you. For once you're asleep and I'm not.
If we could just stay in your bed forever, I wouldn't have to cry, and you wouldn't be puzzled.
Maybe it's the phone and the computer that takes all the good things and somehow converts them to pecking and complaining. Transmuted.
Give me your tongue. Don't ever let me go.
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carne de metal
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the point of no return.
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020206
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optic discretion
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when i get up and look at the clock and think "Already?!" another start to a fun filled edumakating day at skool ...
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020206
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ClairE
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It's already light out. Blather and loneliness and cups of applesauce and music and new e-mails are in a horse race to push me to a new bedtime.
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031028
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nomatter
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might as well stay up all night
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Witchesrequiem
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it's dawn already ...Damn!
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oldephebe
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i dunno..whenever i see or hear the phrase "six in the morning" i'm reminded of a rapper by the name of slick rick..part of the get fresh crew from hip hop antiquity..any way he had this really lilting insouciant style..kind of musical..and there was this soliloquy of his..um..here goes.."Part hardy we like to party we don't mess around and we don't botha noobody..from six in the mornin'.."
that's the general gist of it..
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relentless inner critic
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That's party harty chief!!
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031030
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three words
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keyboard six_in_the_morning i_am_missing_something
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050323
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han
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is when i get up to see if you've emailed me to say you're still alive.
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061103
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birdmad
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that blue half light of impending dawn
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061103
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beulahry
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recently the only time i feel content. sobered up and bike riding along the river
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061103
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when darkness falls
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is when i used to go to bed a few years ago. now i stay up till 3, very soon it'll be 11 and then i'll be one of those morning people.
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jane
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six in the morning, and i'm sitting in his car in my pajamas, smoking one of his camels (i forgot my cloves in the house). we're a block away from where i live, under trees, watching the sky change from night to morning. he holds my hand and tells me things about his life, his job - and i keep asking questions, because i can't get enough.
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past
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radio two shakes me from sleep, the hazel sky, masked in bare branches and the reddening of the night, waits for the sun.
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090418
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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