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M Eastman Dec 2014
follow skinny white legs up
that slipshod hill
of cascading pebbles

sun filtering down on your hair
i wish i could run my fingers through it
and smell its flowers

my chest tightens when i peek over the edge
but you aren't afraid at all
balancing when you lean over an edge dropped rock

Ah! to see the flash of your eyes again
in our youth
when i close my own
I got gapingly stare at her face
Admiring her boldness
And her grace

With the Summer Sun beaming down
I would love to reach your crown
The destination
Is just the journey's reflection

Of the slopes I have climbed
Of the views I saw go by
Of the flowers sent so sweet
Of the icy, snow 3 feet deep

And this uphill battle I will not stop
Until I have reached the very top
Not until I could see

All that could have been
For those of you who don't know; Anne (Mount Staint Anne) is a mountain in Quebec.
There was a typo... I fixed it.
Comment if I missed anything else.
Bad Luck Dec 2014
You led me down the mountain just like a raging river
My soul had no path, no less a nomad than a drifter.
You carried me as if there were no other way
No slow pace down the mountain – in your current, I will stay.
We’ve built an interdependency, your water begets life
But be gentle, my dear— water cuts just like a knife.
You maintain and sustain, bringing life within the rain.
Carving rivers into rock, your blood pumps through my veins.
Body to blood, and earth unto water
Propelling each other, we’ll make us stronger.
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horseloversmyth Dec 2014
Hug the earth close
as the moon goes around.
We all have lights
some greater, some lesser.
The sun is so generous
it doesn’t need to shine all the time.
It leaves room for the moon's turn,
and the moon turns the sun into time.
In waves it comes
gradually, as an evening ends,
as a child matures.
The child matures
as it grows dark many times over.
Is the child still afraid of the dark?
Or does darkness just mean stopping
laying down, listening without moving?
It is so still tonight.
The moon is just beginning.
Once again, just beginning.
The stillness is like the darkness
it makes the earth closer,
the mountain the unclasped hand
hugging me closer
sheltering my little light.
I went up to the mountain,
because you asked me to,
up over the clouds,
to where the sky was blue.
I could see all around me,
everywhere.
I could see all around me,
everywhere.

Sometimes I feel like,
I've never been nothing but tired,
and I'll be walking
til the day I expire.
Sometimes I lay down,
no more can I do,
but then I go on again
because you ask me to.

Some days I look down,
afraid I will fall,
and though the sun shines,
I see nothing at all.
Then I hear your sweet voice, oh
Oh, come and then go,
come and then go,
telling me softly
you love me so.
Some days, this is just how I feel, and it gets me up to a mountain to get that sweet air. A very old but beautiful song. I heard the Kelly Clarkson version. Love it!
Anonymous Nov 2014
It pierces my soul
This cold mountain air
It makes me feel whole
Like I can breathe again
Im high with the trees
They smoke and burn anew
The drops of morning air
They bring me to back to you
Those angry Sunday mornings
When iv fought all I can fight
I finally let go
And on this mountain
I take flight
Steele Nov 2014
I will fall down upon the mat, my breathing coming in ragged gasps.
I will fail to reach the peak, and I will lay me down in drained defeat.
Yet what a clamorous, shouting climb it was that heralded my fall.
Tomorrow my voice will rise a second time in another raucous, screaming call.

I will fail once more today, just as I did yesterday.
My muscles will contort and strain, yet my sigh but reports the first refrain.
Greater is the joy of having fought, far more so than losing's sorrow.
Isn't it a beautiful failure I've wrought that lets me get up again tomorrow?
Get up Eight.
Sylvie Barton Nov 2014
"speak quietly"

ah, but how would the people
living on the scraggly edge
of the mountain cliff
ever hear us if we did?
hmm
Darkness feeds on light
That speckle of warmth and white
that flushes out your blood
And you are left with the warmth of your first kiss
Lying in a pond on a warm summer day while cold rain nips at your skin

So I looked for you in the night
And you were laying on mountains
Trying to soften the shivering ridges

I traveled the world
Looking for a mountain high enough to reach the stars
And I lay atop you
Tossing stars aside
To make wishes come true
While the cool grass tickled at the most sensitive part of my arms and feet
You gently blew my hair
and it whipped around me

I sold my bus pass to a traveler
to find the edges of your lips
And I jumped and bounced into the softness of your skin
I grabbed ahold onto the roots of your hair
And swung myself
Into the sea of stars
A force so strong it knocked the wind out of my lungs
So I took a big breath
And was rewarded with clouds of daisies swimming through the galaxy like me

Ah, my love
You're physical form is no longer with me
but I feel you in everything
I must say, this could use some editing but writing it made me feel a lot less sadness about my boyfriend I lost about a month ago. Please enjoy my words about my loved one and let me know what you think!  I also hope that someone else might find solace here.
Kenshō Nov 2014
Moments pass empty,
Lest I sit forever.

Calling ritual,
Tied to the mountain.

Empty home,
Smudge with smoke.

For between it all,
I envision the Gods.

Translating the language
Is difficult enough..
It's the sound of my heart.
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