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Elle Vee Apr 2020
The wall was up high
No one dared to cross
But we both tried
I got stucked in the middle
Saw only darkness
You fiddled
A wail from me
a scuffle from you
I already knew
One thought to understand
One ought I'd understood
I slowly sank
I quickly grabbed
A rabbit above
Lilies, my favorite, at the top
Scratches
Bruises
A brokenheart
One hand held me up
Struggled for breathe
Forced me to go forward
Now I look at the sunrise
Alongside him onwards.
No one Apr 2020
The silence engulfs me,

the quiet sound that fills the Earth,

An ambient hymn covers each inch of snow

Never noticed, but always there.

All white; devoid of color...

but maybe it's okay to not yearn for green.

The lights in the sky dancing over the sky;

so strong you hear the static crackles within the air.

The stars that go on forever

but seem like they're only yours.

The grass covered in polished quartz,

the moon illuminating it;

making it shine brighter than the stars.

A covered sky, glazing over the stars.

The clouds whisk away the light,

claiming it their own.

Only then to pour over with more soft speckles.

You look up; breathe in the frigid zephyr.

The mountains that tower over you,

threatening to consume you without effort.

They block out the light;

the monoliths create a void,

one that is darker than your mind.
Dez Apr 2020
Let me go to the mountains where the air fresh as the babbling spring. Where the night sky is unpolluted by man’s neon light. Where the moon shines in her glory her pail face looking over the rumpled face of the old mount. Where the wind blows gently through the trees whispering her secrets in the trees. She loves those who chase her and laughs at though who stand to face her. For she is a love of mine and she has her moods as lovers do. Sometimes she scares the travelers wailing in the night through the mount’s many wrinkles. At other times she gently runs her fingers across the face and through the hair of a stranger as she passes them by. Take me where they are. Take me to the brook where I may lye down and rest and when I awake with the mornin is kissing me with the morning dew. I may drink deep from natures well. Let me be with my friends for it is they who listen at all times. It is in them I confined my secrets. Oh, let me go to the mountains.
LC Apr 2020
she stops at a plateau.
everywhere she looks, she sees
distinct memories from her past.
to the left are cotton candy skies,
fields of rainbow gumdrops.
straight ahead are the ruins,
ash and tar darkening the land.
to the right are serene clouds
paired with flashes of lightning.
she's not sure if there are
mountains or valleys ahead,
but after seeing her past,
and who she is now,
she's ready to continue her journey.
#escapril day 5!
Taibhsear Apr 2020
Mountains,
roiling across,
just as sea tempests toss'd.
Frost'd froth on brackish peaks churn
the sky.
eb Apr 2020
The mountains are shy.
Though they never shrink or walk away,
and will display their beauty openly,
Sitting tall across the lake.
But you will know their meekness,
When your pictures aren’t clear
For the moment they’re caught in your lens,
The mountains seem to disappear.

These peaks will not be captured,
They refuse to show themselves
To any who aren’t willing
To get out and look themself.
Daniel Apr 2020
Tall and shadowed is the man from behind
We'd follow the prints of his footsteps in kind

Through bramble and briar to our chest, to his knees
The brown and suede boots we would follow under trees

Guitar bags and candles and his things around the house
Strange metal trinkets which made strange metal sounds

The kisses with my mother before they never kissed again
And his father too,
whom I met in the street and awkwardly embraced
Love comes in lulls and in spates
Douglas Balmain Mar 2020
The Death of one world
is the Birth of another.

Listen to the Mountains
speak and they'll tell you
stories of the Ocean.
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