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Stay in the middle.
You will fall down again.
Then you'll climbing back to hill from ****!
Gemma Feb 5
I can see you there,
hiding behind your wall.
well I’ll climb right over it,
I’m not afraid to fall.
Besides, I can always start climbing again,
what’s a few bruises and scrapes between friends?!
I’ll find you where you are hiding
and I’ll try to help you see,
How much I really care for you
and how much you mean to me.
I understand it’s been easier,
to build your wall instead of getting hurt,
so I won’t come along and smash it down,
instead I’ll sit with you in the dirt.
I’ll help you to install a gate
so sometimes I can come through,
I’ll try to help repair the cracks,
using love and kindness for the glue.
I’ll fill some gaps with flowers,
to bring some colour to your life,
their beauty keeping you hopeful,
when your mind is in trouble and strife.
One Day you’ll be strong enough
to come out from where you hide
and it won’t be so scary
for you to allow me to see inside.
But until that day I’ll keep scaling your wall,
and planting my flowers in the gaps,
hopefully they will help you to see
there’s beauty within the cracks.
For I refuse to leave you hiding alone,
So I’ll keep climbing, stone by stone.
Sometimes, all you need is someone who wants to try.
Kat Jan 14
I never knew 
I was so afraid of depression 
Until my anxiety 
And my medical problems 
And my memories
Made me feel
Like I have lost control 
Again; 
Made me feel 
Like I am falling
Once more,
Plummeting towards a pit 
Of doubts and despair,
Grasping at what I can,
Trying to climb back up.
It is so much easier to fall 
Than to climb.

At least 
I am doing better 
Than before.
Cause before,
I grasped at self-hatred and solitude,
Silence and simulated serenity,
But they left gashes on my arms,
Bruises on my legs,
Scars on my skin.
They did not leave me 
Unharmed,
And they slowly 
Gave way 
As I careened 
Down.

At least now 
I grasp at the hands 
That reach to catch me,
To help me back up.
I tell myself 
That this is better;
At least if I fall 
Someone will see me 
And know 
How much I tried 
To save myself,
To scale these cliffs 
That seem to grow higher 
Every day.
Cause I never knew 
How much effort it took 
Just to stay happy;
Just to stay on the top of this ravine
Without slipping 
And finding myself 
Where I once was.

But I hope 
That now 
My body is stronger.
I can pull myself back up.
I do not have to do it 
Alone.
And maybe one day 
I will find myself again 
Staring back down into this pit,
Gaping black and bottomless
With defeat and broken dreams.
I will think,
How could I ever have let myself 
Fall so far?
And I will know 
That I climbed up once;
If I ever 
Find myself falling,
I can do it 
Again.
Cause it is so much easier to fall 
Than to climb,
But I am a better climber 
Than I could ever know.
Louise Dec 2018
Climbing a mountain on a rainy day
inspires you to embrace
the light showers that comes your way
and humbles you to appreciate
walking in the city streets on a sunny day
King Nov 2018
Deathly hollow eyes staring black
Pupils dilated in the abyss
Autopilot is all that’s left
Thoughts flooded of final bliss

Overdosed on emotions
Versatile and utterly unnecessary
My heart is empty but not broken
This feeling is so familiarly scary

This is what I felt in the absence of you
The disappearance of first love
My walls surrounded me, deathly blue
And all was drained from above

Panic and fear is all that’s missing
Manic is the replacement now
My heart wont stop cooing and singing
For the final leap, the last bow

Living in the moment is fright
Terrifying, my soul shivers and breaks
To even imagine going through the night
Without the hope of climbing free

This feeling is what was left,
Its sneaked back into my heart
Unwanted its slowly tearing me apart
And I hope I survive the climb back
The climb back is me
The absence of you,
The realization is what brings
Back me from the absence of me

From being cast to the dark
Torn apart, and nonexistent
From all you left I spark
The climb is what I live through
روبرت Nov 2018
Chalk flakes from callused hands
Eyes squint; lucid dream; solution clear
Inverted two handed start
Left, then right
Feet jitters, ****
Breath; check your feet; flag left
Crimp; bump right; match
Check feet; heel; stick it
Breath grace in breath grace out
Dart right; swipe left; switch feet
Nailed it
Life is like climbing. You analyze it. Plan it. Execute it. Fail. Try again. Maybe again. Your soul aches from it’s pain but when you get it right. Exuberation!
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
Even in the dark hours this gal is gone.
Where could she have gone?
Tempting me to bite off more than I can chew.
She leaves me vacant and blue.

Many saints have joined the cause like the huddled masses.
Buckle down all that moves just as you fasten in the molasses.
They laugh just to avoid a disaster.
Like wind from a ghetto blaster.

For on this night she seeks something great.
Something that grows mold and takes up the plate.
But where has she gone today?
Come and gone like the summer rain.

Has she taken it that far again?
For all the years I spent.
She is out there living it up in the sunny sky.
While me and the others sit idly by.

She is also living those nights great.
If she wants to make this date do not be late.
Here is a secret only the closest would know.
They will deliver the decisive blow.

She will bask as a social pro.
Climbing and climbing until she gets to the top.
One day she will be talking so much her head will pop!
Bullet Sep 2018
I've gathered information
From the graveyards
I hope you can read
Whats set on the stones
All these dead memories
Who else is going to remember
Life lives then it dies
Your stories turn to tombstones
Medusa meditated enough energy
Too leave me feeling a little empty
I'm missing formations for the info
I have divided for a divine story
But the acts have switched its parts
I'm shooting to enlighten
But what if I empty the clip
N' let the darkness eclipse
Telling dead stories from certain levels
I'm trying to build myself while we are
All slowly dying
I wont let these coffins suffocate
I wont let this world suffer
Until I let this soil solidate around my body
I will be giving hope to the ones that
Sees the ways of the ropes is the right way out
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
****, I’ve been high since,
I was a kid,

I get lofty and light,
With the rest of them,

Granted my high was that due to elevation
And not escapism,

The Beech is the best place to go on a summer’s day

The weather like a warm blanket begs you to stay outside,

The branches crisscross across the sky,
Saving me from any toss,
Letting me think thoughts,
Of rushing from aerie heights,

I bend with The Beech,
And its soft coarse bows,
Match the gentle Maternal caress of the sweet summer breeze,
Beckon me into natural,
Seats, grown just for me,
As I have grown to be worthy of it

The clouds
Gentle behemoths
Meander beyond boundaries,
But never lose their lackadaisical luxuriousness

They’ve informed me
Today,
Today is the day for,
A climb,

I spider up the trunk and branches,
More mother’s ladder to father’s rays,
Even at the slight height,
I feel his tender gaze,
And embrace,
Protecting me from the ludicrous idea of failing,
Falling
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