#rocky
Help me!!!!!,
I have fallen, and
I can't get up!!!,
these burdens are
heavy, and I have just
had enough,
things have gotten
hectic, and things
are getting tough,
these rugged
mountains are rocky,
climbing on
them is getting rough,
I feel like I am Falling,
please catch me if you can,
lift my soul and my spirits, and
please help me to stand,
feed me some knowledge, and
please Help me to Understand,
give me some Inspiration,
so that I can Comprehend,
I have fallen to the ground,
So please lend me your hand!!!
B.R.
Date: 4/17/2025
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
their fingers twist around strings
that are tethered to firm balloons.
whenever we see them,
they fly above everyone else,
their taunts trailing behind them.
but when their balloons deflate,
they crash into the rocky earth,
and their taunts are buried.
air always escapes.
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
Mountains,
roiling across,
just as sea tempests toss'd.
Frost'd froth on brackish peaks churn
the sky.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
Boris and Natasha's minds were awhirl
As the Russia probe facts did unfurl
Let's end the confusion
There was no collusion
Was fake news of moose and of squirrel
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Rocky squirrel flew through the air
Safely landing precisely where
He wished.
Caught glimpse as Shirley squirrel
(Herself in front of car did hurl)
Was nearly squished.
Rocky had warned Shirley before
Admonition Shirley chose to ignore-
Cars can smite
Such events reveal it's not merely heuristic
Fatalities by car is greater statistic
Than fatalities by flight
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:24 PM UTC
We've been rocky
like scissors and paper
fire and water
two opposites craving one thing.
The withered rose on my bed
caresses my feet
The petals remind me of a love
that used to be.
Your touch tattoed
in the back of my mind
Your smell imprinted and
laugh carved on my skin.
We've been rocky.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
Now you’ve told me
The implications of love
I started to fall
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Fold you up like unwanted fat
cook you into a rocky stew
placed beneath a mantle of ice
far enough away to be misconstrued
You are old laminated time
And pillowed rock of incomprehensible
Earlier than any lime
Or sand, or sediment, or any kind
You are the grandfather rock
of mine
When I step with my inconsequential feet
living but transiently
I cannot help but be erased
that even you hath but one resting place
All the plants
and sands
and ever since the very first
we have always been ******
to this earth
walking upon your bones
I am sorry we cannot do more
but you know your creator
Speak in the same language
in amalgamators
of which we have forgot
and for that I can say
we are envious; are we naught?
Build softly, and carry us upon your thick
crust like pizza dough, cooking
and you let it sit
Let us win, set us up
drift us apart, leave us crushed
build us,
make us,
break us,
fill us
I want to be restored into your
stony belt and be redeemed
I want to become my own atomic fossil
to connect with the universe through long-lost
plotholes
and once again
hear the story
as a young lad
the way it was meant to be told
I want to eat dinner with my grandfather again
my real sweet stony-chiseled cheeked
father again
to be loved a boy
and a girl
and the whole world
a soul touched back into the deep
left unshackled
by a ***** or a queen
please,
take me back soon
rather than let me turn into
Laurentia
or Baltica
or Gondwana
alack
smacked into new rock to form
Urals
and Tetons
and Moher
back
Carbonate or Silicate,
and the end its the same
It won't be the end
for that fate rearranged
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Fate in oblique wisdom gave,
A lonely soul a gentle heart.
Lost, he sought a love to save
What hope life had torn apart.
In time he saw her facade cave,
And felt her tenderly impart
A meaning to him that would pave
His path to glory; A legend's start.
A champion, proud, saw just a knave;
A tool to use, then take apart.
Into the ring, Creed swaggered brave;
What lay in wait was Rocky's heart.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
Stone walls like office buildings on a starry night,
Standing at attention, they salute to the masters of the world,
Tiny faces embedded in the grooves of each sector,
Playing stiff, as the wind pushes roughly through the evergreen seaway,
Wheels spinning continuously as you pass through communities; never ending hamlets of pine,
A silent coastline of towering majesty,
Like a segmented train, stretching miles long and dancing like a caterpillar,
Every bushel peaking over the other, knowing their role,
Waiting patiently like the caged animal, welcoming adventure with the twist of a ****
The largest hammock of an ecosystem crying out for you to bare witness,
Whispering softly in the breeze,
Come play.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
To love and to hold ........ till death do us part
Were words they said up on the altar
Right before the drive into the sunsert
But first a detour they took
To the place down the hill
Where it all began
Two strangers
Rock-paper-scissors
For the last rocky road dessert
In the glass.
©Belema.S.Ekine
(belemascribbles)
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Give 'em the old
Razzle dazzle,
Frizzle frazzle.
Hair big enough to reach
The clouds,
Ambition strong enough
To sail through the
Massive, roaring crowds.
The lights - they feel
good.
The adrenaline - heart's pumping
The way it should.
Sing, dream - the way
You please.
Give 'em the old
Razzle dazzle,
Frizzle frazzle
To-night.
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Colorado We Hear Your Call
Through Her Eyes The Centennial Stands Tall
Rocky Mountains Ruling Us All
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
As I have gone alone in there
And with my treasures bold,
I can keep my secret where,
And hint of riches new and old.
Begin it where warm waters halt
And take it in the canyon down,
Not far, but too far to walk.
Put in below the home of Brown.
From there it's no place for the meek,
The end is ever drawing nigh;
There'll be no paddle up your creek,
Just heavy loads and water high.
If you've been wise and found the blaze,
Look quickly down, your quest to cease,
But tarry scant with marvel gaze,
Just take the chest and go in peace.
So why is it that I must go
And leave my trove for all to seek?
The answer I already know,
I've done it tired, and now I'm weak.
So hear me all and listen good,
Your effort will be worth the cold.
If you are brave and in the wood
I give you title to the GOLD.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
This is where I sat, beside you on the bedside.
Looking from here, everything seems to be right.
We laughed, danced and chatted all night.
Taking pictures together, we try to project happiness in our minds.
Bright environment and happy faces.
The weirdest gestures and silly comments.
Those memories that seems to happen just yesterday,
We were merry and all of a sudden, it all goes away.
Laughing, singing then conversing.
Just one funny argument is what's needed to ruin the the whole thing.
Just a remark that's not well thought of is what's left.
An act of unlovingness is what comes next.
**We fight, scream and throw things together.
This bond we share is what we called "disgust for each other."
Compromising, forgiving and forgetting the act of another.
That's what we do whenever we fight with one another.**
Give it a day, a week, a month or two.
And I'll be finding myself bonding again with you.
The process repeats itself and it's never ending.
We must have miss something from the beginning.
Try, try, try and try, we must.
We'll change, change and change, once more.
Nothing's really happening, my love.
Should we give up trying now?
The change did not made us any wiser.
And the efforts we've put to this thing is what fires up the urge to let go of each other.
Standing from my point of view, a cliff is what awaits us, two.
So we'll try and change again till we're somebody new.
This, us, is going nowhere.
We, on the other hand, should start to focus elsewhere.
We should stop trying now...
We'll just be spinning around and around, not going anywhere.
Compromising, forgiving and forgetting.
Let's just compromise and agree that we're both right.
Forgive each other and ourselves for trying and not being enough, all right?
Forget all that has happened including us and our story.
Take baby steps towards moving on and away from immaturity.
"First, we have to move away from each other, honey.
*I don't know if we could ever be...
lest be willing, again, to consider that possibility."*
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC