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Poetic T Dec 2018
When we where young,
           we would climb trees.
And now where older and
            we never climb anything.


We reached so far beyond our grasp.
               But then we grew wiser,
beyond our years.
              

But then we fell in days,
            we gained the wisdom
that trees grow and we shouldn't.


But this is where the acorn fell,
          never growing to there potential.
All acorns grow and fall a length.

I could climb higher than my height,
        never letting others say that I shouldn't.

Climb higher than the length of your growth..

Always climb higher,
              as we may fall...
              But we will always climb higher
                           than when we fell before.
Myrka Nov 2018
They say don’t be scared
It’s all okay
But in the end they don’t really want to hear what I have to say

They ***** me out
Squeeze me tight and turn me inside out
Paper cut me through and through till I’m purple and blue

So I close my eyes
Blink twice
And suddenly they’re gone

Nowhere near me they’re now inside
Big mosquitoes that make me itch and flutter at every sign of light
Creating holes inside my brain to be filled by small dark flies

They buzz around spreading lies that so profoundly deceive me
I try to hide inside my mind but these thoughts they just won’t leave me
Nothing hurts more than not hating yourself but hating the feelings you feel

So I close my eyes
Blink twice
And never wake up again

Running in circles there was no way out  
I saw a crater up ahead
I dove right in, raised a gun to my head and never climbed back up again
mils Oct 2018
luck
I'm running out
starstruck
in this point in time
Being walked over
Talked over
I am not a mime
Lady luck, make me a route
Out of this pit, help me climb
I built these walls in
The shape of mountains
With rivers on the inside
Settled with gardens, lush
That I dug and watered
Myself - climb, hike it thus
And you'll be surprised
That it's a much better trek
Than wrecking foundation
Destroying battlements,
These walls were not made
To keep out but to see
Who wishes to peek in
And find and know and
Maybe even care for and
Love me, so much more
Of what's within is just a
Town willing to be lived in
A heart just afraid to be
Stepped on but willing still
To be held, beat for and
In time, bloom and build
And climb some more,
It's just here, I'm just here
Waiting for any curious hiker
Waiting for a mountain high thrill
Of a kind of love affair, or -
I'm not picky at all -
A great kind of friendship true
Maybe though see what's within?
Floki Singedalot Oct 2018
Who is there, my friend, can climb to the sky?
Only the gods dwell forever in sunlight.
As for man, his days are numbered,
whatever he may do, it is but wind.

Tablet III of the Old-Babylonian version
Tablet III of the Old-Babylonian version
Alyssa Gaul Sep 2018
It's hard to say if the climb was worth it

I know they push and press convincingly that
the climb is always worth it, but is it really?
I am left scraped up and battered
from all the boulders
and the wolves
and all the **** thorns
and left wondering if I really made it out better on the other side

There's always another mountain

And is it worth it?
To what end do we climb?
To what purpose do we trudge tirelessly up the mountainside,
wondering when we will reach the top?
I have reached the top many times
And there is always another **** mountain to climb
on the other side

So it's hard to say if the climb was worth it

And that is not to say I am done climbing
Though I question, my body falls back into the rhythm of the climb
ignores the scrapes and bruises
ignores the way the wolves nip at my heels
because I too always feel there is victory at the top
believe the nicks come with the climb
believe that if I just reach the top, then I can be free

But there's always another mountain

And what did I gain more than experience?
More than scars, and disappointment
Does it even matter that I have beaten the mountain
if nothing ever changes but my own weariness?
It is insanity, the very climb we repeat
over and over
as if there will ever be a different outcome

It's hard to say if the climb was worth it
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
I'm falling, feeling, spinning,
Just out of arm's reach,
The sharp abyss seems to muffle
My frightened dismal screech.

Don't jump down for me,
I am not worthy to save,
For what else is as shallow
As my predestined grave?

Don't present me with a chance,
It is almost too late,
Please leave me with my thoughts,
I can handle fate.

Don't even try to fix me,
I am not worth your time,
The pit I am descending is
A long way back up to climb.
I wish everyone would stay away so they dont get hurt
JAC Aug 2018
They said you'll go places, kid
I heard it so often I believed it

I could be this shining spark
hope for a fire from nowhere

but like nearly every other spark
I crashed lightly into the grass

flared up once
and flickered out
into the darkness.
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