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Snehith Kumbla Feb 2018
once again I
stumble on the
road eternal,

a friend stirs
my embers, I
light up again,

a distant presence
of youth, balance,
calm, possibilities

dance a riotous
rollick within,
hollering, hollering

adventure
Nick Moser Feb 2018
I must have super strength.

Because I’m carrying around these
     mountains on my shoulders,

When I know I should be climbing them instead.

But for some reason,

I’ve always been better at carrying pain,
     Than overcoming it.

I guess I just don’t have the strength for that.
Not strong enough
Samantha Symonds Jan 2018
And you're still there
The boy in the sky
I love a bit of you
In everyone I meet
Find you in the milk of their thighs
In the soles of my feet

You're still there
The fly on the wall
Though I can't see you
Your smell spills on the clouds
In the light that burns my eyes
I know you're just behind

Somehow you're still here
In the curves of the rocks
The hollows where my hand fits
And our fingers lock
Diana Garcia Nov 2017
Written by Diana Garcia**
This is a craving I didn't know I had
Filling voids of which made me so sad
Mad, hateful, spiteful and jealous..
You've given me what I struggled to give
Leading by example
Giving people a will to live.
Compassion, empathy, enlightenement
Ambition, fruition
Readying for my next exhibition

Beautiful little being
What is it that you are not seeing
Chin up my love
For we have life
Our reason to smile.
Take my hand
I want to share with you my discovery
Where many things are to be taught
Where all is hope and you
Can see the sky for miles.
Watch the clouds or dream
Of reaching the stars
Or of climbing the tallest mountains
Each step with care
Remembering the strength we all share..
?
Mari Carrasco Nov 2017
it is few that seek for color,
when the world leaves them grey.

it is few that climb mountains,
when only plains come their way.
AtMidCode Nov 2017
with the raging wind
as our enemy
you threw the rope
down at me
i clung to it
tightening my grip

up

up

up

i climb


midway through the ascent
confusion washed over me
for i expected you to continue
pulling me up

gently and hesitantly
i tugged at the rope
to call your attention

'continue?'

you never bothered to look down
and I never
ever bothered
to hold onto anything else
beside the rope
our rope

it was too late to see that I was falling
and broken bones
are just one
of my many shattered pieces

only after i was ashes
did I understand
why the highest soar
has the most painful drop

-i can still remember how both my skull and heart crack open
The year gets later,
The air grows colder,
The pack gets heavier,
The trails grow longer,
The hours get earlier,
The elevation gets higher,
The minutes pass faster,
The friendships grow powerful.
My heart grows stronger
With each summit.
10/27 Inktober prompt: Climb
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