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AE Aug 2019
I float in the wind,
Bask in the glowing sun
And hope to meet the sky
But time becomes reality
And my dreams disappear
But before then you’ll save me
You’ll bring me to the clear
And the future, uncertain
Waits at the corner
With a letter from a lost one
And a message from my fears
Telling me to climb the mountains
The ones I walked around
To feel the air sharpen
As I get higher from the ground
And channel my past
Wait for you there
So you can turn back time
And I can reappear
Tara Marie Aug 2019
An overwhelming peace rests here.
Enough for me to summon tears,
all my wants, my trials and fears
evaporate completely.

A whisp of white above terrain,
the blue on green on rooted plains.
I cannot see sorrow or pain
this far above the ground.

The air is thin and stirring,
viewing the world turning.
Windy waves, recurring.
To be a bird above it all..

14,000 feet above
worries, sadness, hatred, love.
Or even so, the lack thereof,
all silenced by the the sight.

When I find these lofty places,
thoughts stop running restless races,
and I forget all of the faces
that come and go with time.

Here, I feel as if I'm free.
Could be a bird, a stream, a tree.
But of this mountain I must be.
Of the world below, I'm not.
Pike's Peak - Colorado Springs, CO - 8/4/2019
Somi Aug 2019
"Love me",
Your very existence seemed to whisper to me
Even though the words
never rolled off your tongue

You fixed my soul
You filled in my holes
That I didn't even know existed
You caressed
My darkest demons
and they willingly became your slaves.

How could I not then,
Become your prey
How could I not then
be the salt to your ocean?

Until one day, you decided
to be a lake, surrounded
by snow-capped mountains
and my salt was left on the sands
waiting for your waves
to come and sweep me in your arms

But you never came,
And I never rode with an ocean again.
Katrina Aug 2019
She carries this lethal weight on her shoulders
and carries on through the day.
Nobody sees the mountains that rise above her head
and almost crushes her with every step.
Her eyes have dried up
She doesn't contain anymore liquid
except when she runs to the corner store
and loads up on her fuel again.
She doesn't seem too notice the weight
when she's floating above the dance floor on a friday night.
Its only when she awakes
the burdens come crashing down
Its only when she awakes
the facade wears off
Its only when she has woken
that she wants to sleep forever.
Bhill Aug 2019
The hole to heaven is a place here on earth
It’s filled with color and all things of worth

To see it at all, you at least have to look
It’s right there in the front, not behind that old nook

Open up and imagine what it all seems to mean
If it's not quite in focus, is it really unseen

Birds, clouds, and rain could be the real hole
Mountains, cars and planes are a few more I’m sure

I believe it's important to try, try, and try
It's not a belief, or up in the sky

It's not what you see that makes up the hole
It's how you see it that creates the pure goal

Brian Hill - 2019 # 201
What and where is yours?
B D Caissie Aug 2019
I scale my mountain of scars and the view is spectacular.
Abdullah Ayyash Aug 2019
I'm not known for weaving dreams
I'm only a scream from a nightmare
I would settle for a peaceful moment
To dream of watching your beauty glare
If crossing seas will bring us closer
If climbing mountains will make us pair
Then mark my word that I'm coming
To win all battles and claim you there
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
August 6th, 2019

*Clare is just a metaphor
The tall mountains, never alone
Puffy clouds and placid lake
Whistling birds in the trees
Bustling village
Candy Floss man sings at the foothills

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samra fatima Jul 2019
I am sitting in the middle of sky ,
and adoring this beautiful morning
Mountains are standing like a wall in front of me
The whole place surrounded by the black clouds
and showering love by tiny raindrops

Birds are chirping behind the trees
seems they are also enjoying
this beautiful morning same as i
These pink and white flowers
spreading their smells in the air ,
and palm trees are swaying by the wind.

The whole place is feeling so quite
seems every piece of nature  complaining to the GOD
that nobodys here to adore us
hoomans killed animals ,cut trees,blasts mountains
For whom???
what they are taking from nature and what they are giving???

There are nobody on the stairs of mountain, and
the the temple on the top of hilll is empty .
Hibiscus and champa had fallen their flowers ,
but now nobody is here to take them
near to the statue of lord shiva

The waves of river is flowing in the same way as before
but now nobody is here to bath and for suryanamaskar..
what we've lost?
                                                                               -samra
M Solav Jul 2019
There is form. And there is force.
Lightning blazes the sky with frightening might
Which bursts and dissipates in arteries of light
How it animates the living,
With its thundering displays!
How it penetrates us with awe,
And fills darkness with stories
And that is what we call the Force.

There is form. And there is force.
Gushes of wind brush the once austere surface
Which rises and resonates in hills that interlace
How it fuels our imagination
With its frenetic waltz!
How hypnotic its furious motion
And the flow of its assaults
And that is what we call the Force.

There is form. And there is force.
Mountains spring from seas and glide down the coast
Which is where we have crawled and now thrive the most
How it shapes the current world
With us barely noticing!
How volatile all our endeavors
And at the mercy of its whim.
And that is what we call the Force.
Written in June 2019 - for an exhibition in Peking.


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