Sometimes before the sun comes up,
I like to disappear.
You won't catch me sleeping peacefully in a bed beside a boy I love,
because I simply can't.
I sink myself into the mountains before the dew even sets on the ground.
As I go higher up, I know I will eventually disappear into the fog.
If you are looking for me, you will not find me
because i am learning the art of

how to disappear c o m p l e t e l y

there's a place
i know

it's on top of
a hill

there's a tower
and a field
and a view
to die for

whenever i am
sad
or lonely
or upset
in any way
the tower
the view
the field
all comfort me
relax me
remind me
how to breathe

i come to my
special place
and look out at my
favorite view
and i can see
everything
and nothing
all at once

i see everything

i can see
the entire
valley

i see nothing

because
a valley
is all i see

this valley
is full of
thousands of people
and lives that
i don't really
want to know

i get bored
so bored of
meeting the same
people and seeing
the same things

i come to the Tower
and as i look out
at the view
the farthest thing
i can see is
the mountains

on every side of me
everywhere i turn
there they are:
the mountains
trapping me
keeping me here
in this place
holding me captive
in this valley

but not for long

someday
i will be
free

i will travel
the world
and see more
than the mountains
i will climb them
tear them down
and overcome
all of my fears

someday
i will leave
this valley

and my special place
will be nothing more
than a memory
a reminder of
who i used to be

Ran the world's belt to step outside
And breathe crisp air so fine,
To mount the seas of emerald green
And kiss soils poured with wine.

Stepped upon a thousand grains of sand
Buried deep within the crystal snow,
To find some clarity in a looking glass
But where it lies I'll never know.

Treaded on rocks to touch the sun
And stroke the moon's white face,
To pray for time and not for sin
And bask in silence's grace.

Past the icy peaks and tumbling rocks
Where avalanches bring news today,
It's hard to keep spinning with the world
When there's no path to walk the way.

Too much has come and passed before,
Yet too little has been seen
On riverbeds and meadows of green
And mountaintops with lustrous sheen.

In canyon creeks I'll lay my head
To rest through this quiet night.
Though the wild is dark to open eyes,
The songs it sings will bathe me in light;

It whispers,
Carry me up these stairs
Hold me against your arms
Let me down on the ground made of clouds
In the way marked up above.

The snow shivered in the heat
Tears fell from crystalline eyes
so white . . .
. . . the mountain gathered them up
and let them roll down his back to
the river . . .
. . . the river said ,"I'm overpool but I will make room for one more . . . or thousands  . . .
The crystalline tears mingled with the red mud and became blood brothers . . . and they flowed to the mighty sea . . .
. . .  "Welcome to my domain my little one's . I knew your forefathers and mothers from long ago . Here you will do my bidding as long as you stay . Here my windy friends will make froth out of you . And my big brother Sun will bake you and my sister Moon will entice you with dreams that can never be . All are here to test you , burn you , pull you apart , toss you around until you are ready to follow in your parents footprints . . .
. . . so the Sun scorched and the wind blew hurricanes in the east and typhoons in the west and the moon by night gave false hope in the way of impossible dreams and the ancient Sea watched all without saying a word . . . .
. . . then came the day the Sea was satisfied and said ,"Leap up my little ones , your day has come , ride the clouds to your new home . Some to the north , some go to the south , the rest go east and west . Take your precious gift to the land who is dying for your taste ." And one by one the tears lept into the clouds and ladened it's burdens and the winds cartied them away to the Plains and Forest and Valleys and to the Mountain Top . There the tears fell and froze and collected on the north face of the
mountain and the mountan was was glad .
"Welcome home my lost little one's . I'm so happy I could cry ." . . .  and he did .

Trying again is an option
For focusing
To be able to try again
However trying and focusing is two
Keys we needed to handle for
Getting that achievement today.

But as we try, try , try
Our goal is going to be better than
It was before
Stepping higher than the mountains
Infront of us
To earn a star shining like an
Imagination stars above our head
While being graduted to be bright
Kid ,
We will try, try ,try to make tomorrow a day of trying.

                  By K-mari ©2016

I've never been so uncertain. I've never known
Myself this life. Where I love you more than me times two, and I'd do anything to see you live more happily than any other bride. I'm a shoreman with the arms of an eagle, my digital mouth wants to eject my digital disk. Let's get lost in the wilderness, smoke a joint, and then make a tree home where we can sit and kiss.

from the void
the mountain speaks
the beat goes on
in these desolate peaks

moss covered stacks
of sea floor and mantle
embrace and fold
in metamorphic tangle

stunted fir clings
graying roots exposed
a rocky, barren life
is all this sapling knows

snowcapped elderberry
scale the crevice
where bear and wind
make raucous passage

avalanche chutes
gracefully recline
in verdant shades
to the waterline

lie in the meadow
to calm the chatter
make still the noise
to blunt the clatter

upon the coming
of soft night
undress this silence
angel mine



*I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

-Jack Kerouac