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Just because the climb
is insufferable and taxing,
does not mean
the summit is bountiful
and rich.
Sometimes the summit
is just the peak
of realization,
that there are many more challenges to scale.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
You and your engine
deep in your chest, walk strange paths
and hope for the best.
TheModernHippie Sep 2017
Hi

It seems like you no longer need me

That's okay, I know I no longer fit. You've outgrown me, worn me out, and I do look tired.

We've gone on many adventures you see, to places we thought we'd never reach, heights we'd never climb, views that were only sublime

Were you tired along the way? I bet you were. Tell me, don't be shy. We've come a very long way, you and I

But don't worry about me if you'd like a change. Another may carry you longer, and even farther, you may even feel you've grown stronger.

You'd go many paths and crossroads, rivers and seas, upon many paths right through the trees

And that's okay, because I've served my purpose after all, when you jumped and stomped and walked and ran, i took the fall

But if you want to go on adventures again, I'll be there, in all the places you'd expect me to be. They won't be the same, you may not feel the originality

You may feel bored with it,
And all it would be is familiar
Never feeling the same kind of free

But look, see, I have no holes in me,
I look tired but there's still durability
If you fuss and twitch, i may still mold to your feet

Because you were meant to go the distance
And i was meant to adjust
But that's just the way it is
And can never be the way it was.
For S
Collins Sep 2017
You gave me your hand,
I gave you my heart,

Together we wander
Hand in hand

Through Valleys,
Across Rivers,
Over Mountains.

Hand in hand.

But then you went somewhere I could not follow.

Through the parting veil you slipped.

Beyond my sight.

To a place where only my heart can cling to you,

And though my path is shrouded,
There's a single thought that gives me light,

I'll love you with every beat of my Phantom heart.
Bexly Sep 2017
Fears Tears regrets and gloom,
The fog rolls in under
The two horse moon.

I've two ways to go, with a choice of three,
The fourth swallows everything as she whispers "follow me.

Laughter through the lies now fill the room,
All now shines bright under the two horse moon.

Hold me back, two is now one
Hold me steady until the wild one comes.
What lies beneath you can not see,
For I will take your everything and whisper" follow me.

Laid apon my soulful side,
Empty transparent and consumed.
"Stand me up, refill this life!
screams the man on the two horse moon.
Carlyy Aug 2017
take a walk down this lonely road
tell me where your mind goes
don't look back to see if they followed
this is the way you chose

be strong in all that you do
trust me when I say I know it is hard
don't expect a hero's rescue
without being scarred


                            
                                        «c.h.b.»
Maybe be your own hero
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
As life passes,
and time goes on,
There comes a period
where we sit and reflect on
how our journeys have
been.
Memories, happy and
sad.
Old and new come back in mind
like the dance of a butterfly,
shimmering.
We all make mistakes, yes.
But still,
We all should go through life
without the worry or need
of regrets.
Believing that all we did, do, and will do is right.
We all dig up the past, to try and understand it.
We also put bricks and cement in place for our futures...
Rai Aug 2017
Does the time make us fools or simply were we always so to begin with .
Sketches faded now remain a ghost that haunts only the artist and nobody else.
The clock strikes midnight, but time stands still in this illusion of borrowed hours
Will there be a moments peace within the turmoil which ever lingers upon this day
The hours are toxic to a idle mind.
Falling in a routine and a favorite vice the blade still glimmers even after all its use.
We always find misery easily where others just themselves

Voices speak to me of freedom
But freedom is not something I desire
I beg and plead with you
But hell
what do you care
I'm lost
But don't treat me like a fool
A fools freedom in your smile
Is not freedom at all

As I walk now past empty gardens that once knew life of summers embrace .

Winters chill is a empty ended promise .
Now simply scorched is the earth that does remain.

The clock upon the wall simply keeps time we only hold memories and nothing more

Life has been a listless game of joys and sorrows  
I've spent my joys too quickly and they nowadays spread themselves thin upon the stage which is my life
Sorrowful me that lingers on the edge of reason
May reason be the saving of my sanity and not its end
Well I did it my first co-write with one of my favourite poets and friends.
Thank you John, friends always ~Rai
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