"summit" poems - Hello Poetry

Butterflies turn to moths in the drapery of your stomach. They spread, And the feast begins on the fabric lining the masonry of your summit. Your satin sheets, The place you come to cradle dreams. Who knew, Were vulnerable to these wing'd beasts.

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Aug 3, 2018

Aug 3, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC

EphemeralLikeGold

Stone Fort

Butterflies turn to moths in the drapery of your stomach. They spread, And the feast begins on the fabric lining the masonry of your summit. Your satin sheets, The place you come to cradle dreams. Who knew, Were vulnerable to these wing'd beasts.

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i don’t want to be someone who writes in pencil and eats too slowly and walks with eyes that are glued to the sidewalk and tops of strangers’ feet i’ve been underwater for so long that i’ve forgotten lungs are meant to be filled with air; exhaling seems more like something found on the second star to the right, rather than a process that is meant to be done twenty-three thousand times a day i feel like an old woman who looks in the mirror and all she can see are wrinkles and white hair and tired eyes and the absence of who she used to be but i am not someone who turns away from sunsets and pretends that darkness is all i’ve ever known; someone who thinks the sun will never rise again because the sun will rise again— the words hiding inside of me will find their way out, because i cannot hold my breath forever i am not someone who writes in pencil and erases the bits that are too honest and too imperfect and too real to claim as thoughts of my own i cannot keep my lips pursed and hands tied behind my back, i cannot keep pretending i am a shadow of who i used to be my tomorrows hold suns much brighter than ones that have risen over horizons of my past; i have not reached the summit yet there is so much more me for me to become each day, i am new.

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC

madisen

i am not a shadow

i don’t want to be someone who writes in pencil and eats too slowly and walks with eyes that are glued to the sidewalk and tops of strangers’ feet i’ve been underwater for so long that i’ve forgotten lungs are meant to be filled with air; exhaling seems more like something found on the second star to the right, rather than a process that is meant to be done twenty-three thousand times a day i feel like an old woman who looks in the mirror and all she can see are wrinkles and white hair and tired eyes and the absence of who she used to be but i am not someone who turns away from sunsets and pretends that darkness is all i’ve ever known; someone who thinks the sun will never rise again because the sun will rise again— the words hiding inside of me will find their way out, because i cannot hold my breath forever i am not someone who writes in pencil and erases the bits that are too honest and too imperfect and too real to claim as thoughts of my own i cannot keep my lips pursed and hands tied behind my back, i cannot keep pretending i am a shadow of who i used to be my tomorrows hold suns much brighter than ones that have risen over horizons of my past; i have not reached the summit yet there is so much more me for me to become each day, i am new.

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We first sexed in a tumbling, fumbling manner; The time had come, it seemed to us, To consummate our ****** lust. The Valley was shakin' to The Rocks, A popular Irish band; We'd had our fill, I sparked the engine, And parked my bike on Techumseh Hill. The summit was dew damp; We spread wide our pants, Not knowing who should go for whom, So we relented to the crescent moon; I acquiesced to the shooting stars When my eyes Diverse moons have filled my nights, Long since the grassy knoll,

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Aug 13, 2019

Aug 13, 2019 at 8:31 AM UTC

francie-lynch

The Grassy Knoll

We first sexed in a tumbling, fumbling manner; The time had come, it seemed to us, To consummate our ****** lust. The Valley was shakin' to The Rocks, A popular Irish band; We'd had our fill, I sparked the engine, And parked my bike on Techumseh Hill. The summit was dew damp; We spread wide our pants, Not knowing who should go for whom, So we relented to the crescent moon; I acquiesced to the shooting stars When my eyes Diverse moons have filled my nights, Long since the grassy knoll,

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I wish to age like a wrap-around porch In a thunder storm, While generations tell tales, Sipping drinks. A porch of blinking stars, A shelter out of rain, With ascending and descending friends. I will age like a tree, Grow stronger in the wind; Give shade and shelter to all Beneath my ring-aged limbs. I wish to age as a river bends, Contiguous with all shores; Floating everyone I know On eternal waters, A current winding with no rest. I will age like a star, Burning bright, giving light, Something to reach for. I wish to age like a mountain, With secret caves and riches. And you can rock your soul Around, over or through, Solid, snow-capped summit, Beckoning you. I will age as the moon, In stages, full and new; Each night different, Unnoticeable fading, As all who age will do.

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Jul 8, 2017

Jul 8, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC

francie-lynch

I Will Age

I wish to age like a wrap-around porch In a thunder storm, While generations tell tales, Sipping drinks. A porch of blinking stars, A shelter out of rain, With ascending and descending friends. I will age like a tree, Grow stronger in the wind; Give shade and shelter to all Beneath my ring-aged limbs. I wish to age as a river bends, Contiguous with all shores; Floating everyone I know On eternal waters, A current winding with no rest. I will age like a star, Burning bright, giving light, Something to reach for. I wish to age like a mountain, With secret caves and riches. And you can rock your soul Around, over or through, Solid, snow-capped summit, Beckoning you. I will age as the moon, In stages, full and new; Each night different, Unnoticeable fading, As all who age will do.

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TO PUT the art and talent of Mindanaoan fashion design into the spotlight, Kagay’anon fashion designers put their hands together to organize the 5th Mindanao Fashion Summit at the Limketkai Center Rotunda from August 4 to 6, every 4 p.m. “Being a core event of the Higalaay festival, the opening salvo, the Mindanao Fashion Summit can really highlight fashion designers here in Cagayan de Oro and also in different points of Mindanao to let everyone see what they can do in the world of fashion design especially now that there are only so few opportunities for these designers to show off their works to the public. This is why we have the Mindanao fashion Summit because Kagay-anon designers believe that even if they join national fashion shows like the Philippine Fashion week, most of them still aren't getting the right encouragement as a fashion designer.” said Robbie Pamisa, the overall organizer of the event. The Fashion Summit is a three-day event composed of seven sub-categories such as the Mindanaoan collection, the Menswear collection, and the Ororama orange collection for the first day, the Guest Designers’ collection, the Fashion Institute of the Philippines collection and the Loop Lifestyle Fashion Show for the second day, and the Holiday Grand collection for the third day which will serve as the culmination of the fashion event. Mindanaoan Fashion designers from Cagayan de Oro as well as Davao, Butuan, Iligan, and Bukidnon have come to showcase their talents. Some of the fashion geniuses of the event include Alma Mae Roa, Angela Soriano, Ann Semblante, Benjie Manuel, Boogie Musni Rivera, Gil Macaibay III, John Mark Magellan’s, Joshua Guibone, Juniel Doring, Kiko Domo, Mark Christopher Yaranon, and Mavy Cooper de Leon. One of the highlights of the event is the Oro Fashion Designers’ Guild and the Designers Assembly featuring a collection of clothes using Mindanao material such as the Mindanao silk. Sponsors such as Ororama and The Loop Towers will also be showcasing their products in the fashion event. “Even student fashion designers from the Fashion Institute of the Philippines have been encouraged to participate so that they will be able to experience how a fashion show works. This is also a way for us to fulfill our mission to be another avenue for fashion designers to show what they have,” Paisa said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses

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Aug 6, 2016

Aug 6, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC

judy-smith

Mindanao Fashion Summit opens

TO PUT the art and talent of Mindanaoan fashion design into the spotlight, Kagay’anon fashion designers put their hands together to organize the 5th Mindanao Fashion Summit at the Limketkai Center Rotunda from August 4 to 6, every 4 p.m. “Being a core event of the Higalaay festival, the opening salvo, the Mindanao Fashion Summit can really highlight fashion designers here in Cagayan de Oro and also in different points of Mindanao to let everyone see what they can do in the world of fashion design especially now that there are only so few opportunities for these designers to show off their works to the public. This is why we have the Mindanao fashion Summit because Kagay-anon designers believe that even if they join national fashion shows like the Philippine Fashion week, most of them still aren't getting the right encouragement as a fashion designer.” said Robbie Pamisa, the overall organizer of the event. The Fashion Summit is a three-day event composed of seven sub-categories such as the Mindanaoan collection, the Menswear collection, and the Ororama orange collection for the first day, the Guest Designers’ collection, the Fashion Institute of the Philippines collection and the Loop Lifestyle Fashion Show for the second day, and the Holiday Grand collection for the third day which will serve as the culmination of the fashion event. Mindanaoan Fashion designers from Cagayan de Oro as well as Davao, Butuan, Iligan, and Bukidnon have come to showcase their talents. Some of the fashion geniuses of the event include Alma Mae Roa, Angela Soriano, Ann Semblante, Benjie Manuel, Boogie Musni Rivera, Gil Macaibay III, John Mark Magellan’s, Joshua Guibone, Juniel Doring, Kiko Domo, Mark Christopher Yaranon, and Mavy Cooper de Leon. One of the highlights of the event is the Oro Fashion Designers’ Guild and the Designers Assembly featuring a collection of clothes using Mindanao material such as the Mindanao silk. Sponsors such as Ororama and The Loop Towers will also be showcasing their products in the fashion event. “Even student fashion designers from the Fashion Institute of the Philippines have been encouraged to participate so that they will be able to experience how a fashion show works. This is also a way for us to fulfill our mission to be another avenue for fashion designers to show what they have,” Paisa said.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/short-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses

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Its all just words No faces No looks, no clothes, no smell A simple connection It could have been anybody But it wasn’t It started off as a hobby Something to keep boredom at bay By now you’re junior olympics... At least It can be as flawless as beach glass Or jagged and farspread like the trees still dieing I never know what to expect Excitement Misunderstanding Seriousness Interest Laughter Understanding Awkwardness Distracted An idea ... Clearly I could continue It’s like my little escape hole A therapist that Actually understands and wants to We just click Alined by the sun Some would say But I dunno if that’s true All I know is what I feel Should I not feel what I feel? Do I feel what I feel? Is what I feel real? Or is it fake Is it a lie? Or should I make it one I don’t know what’s best How can I I’m new at this remember All I know are the words of the known Who are unknown to me in one world And an empty chair in the next I sit down and wait patiently Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers Its smooth silky surface The wine stain down the middle the dots that resemble a smile in the corner You don’t forget what you know so well You open up your palm A baby snake inside He doesn't take it He doesn't **** it on the spot He doesn't grimace with disgust He doesn't burst out in laughter He picks it up and cradles it in his hands And sets it free Back into the world where it belongs And then he gives you a dalia You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired He blushes He needs you too Maybe But its real Almost too real So you push it away It’s impossible It might not even be close to what you think it might be Forget And stay silent Hey We start again A haha here A smiley face too Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before The chance of falling high But you like the chase And for now It’s enough You don’t really care if you summit anyway A possible “when” always dangling Inside the clouds

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Aug 27, 2012

Aug 27, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC

sofia-von

Sharing is caring... Or is it really?

Its all just words No faces No looks, no clothes, no smell A simple connection It could have been anybody But it wasn’t It started off as a hobby Something to keep boredom at bay By now you’re junior olympics... At least It can be as flawless as beach glass Or jagged and farspread like the trees still dieing I never know what to expect Excitement Misunderstanding Seriousness Interest Laughter Understanding Awkwardness Distracted An idea ... Clearly I could continue It’s like my little escape hole A therapist that Actually understands and wants to We just click Alined by the sun Some would say But I dunno if that’s true All I know is what I feel Should I not feel what I feel? Do I feel what I feel? Is what I feel real? Or is it fake Is it a lie? Or should I make it one I don’t know what’s best How can I I’m new at this remember All I know are the words of the known Who are unknown to me in one world And an empty chair in the next I sit down and wait patiently Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers Its smooth silky surface The wine stain down the middle the dots that resemble a smile in the corner You don’t forget what you know so well You open up your palm A baby snake inside He doesn't take it He doesn't **** it on the spot He doesn't grimace with disgust He doesn't burst out in laughter He picks it up and cradles it in his hands And sets it free Back into the world where it belongs And then he gives you a dalia You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired He blushes He needs you too Maybe But its real Almost too real So you push it away It’s impossible It might not even be close to what you think it might be Forget And stay silent Hey We start again A haha here A smiley face too Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before The chance of falling high But you like the chase And for now It’s enough You don’t really care if you summit anyway A possible “when” always dangling Inside the clouds

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The tallest mountain Once lay dormant Confined between Tectonic plates Tremors and upheavals Jolted it from slumber Broke away from the shackles Of solitary confinement And oppression Grazed and razed with every move Now reaches the summit To kiss the soft clouds In silent meditation for ages Mighty and tall, towers above all Revered by many

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Feb 16, 2015

Feb 16, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC

amitav

The Mountain

The tallest mountain Once lay dormant Confined between Tectonic plates Tremors and upheavals Jolted it from slumber Broke away from the shackles Of solitary confinement And oppression Grazed and razed with every move Now reaches the summit To kiss the soft clouds In silent meditation for ages Mighty and tall, towers above all Revered by many

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it was on a hill of a clever neighborhood the errant flow well guised beneath the clay upon reach of the summit she is all that can be held her pull far too magnetic her skin, akin to milk poured by Luna her hair is the black of midnight on the eve of the new moon she sits facing inquiry with her injured one facing her on a rounded copper colored chair placed curbside Sophia speaks then a monotone misgiving that pours out as a sly pompous indifference

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Apr 2, 2015

Apr 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC

dawn-king

Sophia

it was on a hill of a clever neighborhood the errant flow well guised beneath the clay upon reach of the summit she is all that can be held her pull far too magnetic her skin, akin to milk poured by Luna her hair is the black of midnight on the eve of the new moon she sits facing inquiry with her injured one facing her on a rounded copper colored chair placed curbside Sophia speaks then a monotone misgiving that pours out as a sly pompous indifference

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Just reached the summit The adrenaline building up for the plummet Strap in to start the cruise Headphones in, listening to my tunes Now scanning the powdery terrain I’m flying like a jet engine plane Take off on the jump My knees take the big thump, Up ahead, there’s the rail The momentum gives me the power to sail Almost busting I gain my stability Now I got my mobility Carving back and forth Now at dusk I see my guide north My ride ending to a near I get excited for that frosty beer

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Aug 9, 2015

Aug 9, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

brandon-amberger

The cruise

Just reached the summit The adrenaline building up for the plummet Strap in to start the cruise Headphones in, listening to my tunes Now scanning the powdery terrain I’m flying like a jet engine plane Take off on the jump My knees take the big thump, Up ahead, there’s the rail The momentum gives me the power to sail Almost busting I gain my stability Now I got my mobility Carving back and forth Now at dusk I see my guide north My ride ending to a near I get excited for that frosty beer

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I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly: __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore, you shall remain mine and mine alone.__

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Feb 10, 2024

Feb 10, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

My belongings

I'll ravage your flesh with a ferocious hunger, devoid of any restraint or inhibition, as I immerse myself in the pursuit of satiating my most primal desires. With every inhale, the intoxicating scent of your flower captivates my senses, leaving me lusting for the delectable sweetness that lies within. It's a flavor that seduces like a symphony playing upon my taste buds, awakening an insatiable craving that consumes me from within. So, my love, settle upon my tongue and allow yourself to indulge in the enchanting sensations that await you there. Feel the heat of my breath mingling with your essence, teasing and coaxing, guiding you towards the pinnacle of pleasure. As the strands of your hair intertwine with my grasp, I will shape our movements with unwavering confidence, leading you through the tumultuous symphony of our desire. In my presence, the strength of our connection will resonate through every fiber of your being. Your legs will surrender to their trembling under the weight of our intense union, while your heart and soul collide with a force so powerful it leaves no doubts or hesitation in your mind. You will know, without the shadow of a doubt, that you belong to me and me alone. And allow me to confess, my darling, that my words possess a hypnotic quality that penetrates your very core. Even before my teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, my lips will grace its surface, ascending its contours like a mountaineer seeking the highest summit. With every touch, every caress, the walls within you will yield gradually and willingly, testaments to the profound pleasure I offer and the ecstasy we create together. As our passionate encounter reaches its zenith, I want you to revel in the knowledge that every moment has been a sensational surrender to the depths of desire. My whispers, soft as silk against your ear, will affirm the undeniable truth that our connection is beyond question or doubt. It is a truth that we share, etched upon our very beings, binding us together in an unbreakable bond. In the end, my love, there is no room for uncertainty. Your complete and utter enjoyment of our encounters is not a mere fleeting possibility but an irrefutable reality that we both embrace. In the whispers of our ecstasy, in the echoes of our connection, the affirmation resounds loudly and clearly: __You belong to me, my love... and forevermore, you shall remain mine and mine alone.__

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Cattails in the morning dew Gently swaying in the wind Glistening in the sunrise Stretching toward its warmth Butterflies spread their wings Landing in unison with its motion Perched upon its summit Clinging on in the cool breeze Still glistening in the morning dew

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Apr 21, 2014

Apr 21, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC

prttybrd

Edgewater

Cattails in the morning dew Gently swaying in the wind Glistening in the sunrise Stretching toward its warmth Butterflies spread their wings Landing in unison with its motion Perched upon its summit Clinging on in the cool breeze Still glistening in the morning dew

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Spectrous aberrations of youth Surround him, embrace him Leaving him disoriented, dismayed Amidst sultry belongings He’s tethered to that pole of vicissitude Draped by disfavor Postmarked Valhalla Addressed to Folkvangr Teased by irreverent lovers In pursuit of contentment His chronicles restart In an unpublished testament Bound by leather, cows unfettered One lifeless body stationary Crimson streams part chalk-dry lips As love’s guillotined victim drips His future’s fortune forsaken Willingness to triumph in battle Leaks from this dimension With each fluxing discharge Of her stream’s outgoing apathy And his fluid permeates alluvium In streambeds near life’s summit

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Mar 26, 2010

Mar 26, 2010 at 11:12 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Confinement

Spectrous aberrations of youth Surround him, embrace him Leaving him disoriented, dismayed Amidst sultry belongings He’s tethered to that pole of vicissitude Draped by disfavor Postmarked Valhalla Addressed to Folkvangr Teased by irreverent lovers In pursuit of contentment His chronicles restart In an unpublished testament Bound by leather, cows unfettered One lifeless body stationary Crimson streams part chalk-dry lips As love’s guillotined victim drips His future’s fortune forsaken Willingness to triumph in battle Leaks from this dimension With each fluxing discharge Of her stream’s outgoing apathy And his fluid permeates alluvium In streambeds near life’s summit

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The shadows have their seasons, too. The feathery web the budding maples cast down upon the sullen lawn bears but a faint relation to high summer's umbrageous weight and tunnellike continuum- black leached from green, deep pools wherein a globe of gnats revolves as airy as an astrolabe. The thinning shade of autumn is an inherited Oriental, red worn to pink, nap worn to thread. Shadows on snow look blue. The skier, exultant at the summit, sees his poles elongate toward the valley: thus each blade of grass projects another opposite the sun, and in marshes the mesh is infinite, as the winged eclipse an eagle in flight drags across the desert floor is infinitesimal. And shadows on water!- the beech bough bent to the speckled lake where silt motes flicker gold, or the steel dock underslung with a submarine that trembles, its ladder stiffened by air. And loveliest, because least looked-for, gray on gray, the stripes the pearl-white winter sun hung low beneath the leafless wood draws out from trunk to trunk across the road like a stairway that does not rise.

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John Updike

Penumbrae

The shadows have their seasons, too. The feathery web the budding maples cast down upon the sullen lawn bears but a faint relation to high summer's umbrageous weight and tunnellike continuum- black leached from green, deep pools wherein a globe of gnats revolves as airy as an astrolabe. The thinning shade of autumn is an inherited Oriental, red worn to pink, nap worn to thread. Shadows on snow look blue. The skier, exultant at the summit, sees his poles elongate toward the valley: thus each blade of grass projects another opposite the sun, and in marshes the mesh is infinite, as the winged eclipse an eagle in flight drags across the desert floor is infinitesimal. And shadows on water!- the beech bough bent to the speckled lake where silt motes flicker gold, or the steel dock underslung with a submarine that trembles, its ladder stiffened by air. And loveliest, because least looked-for, gray on gray, the stripes the pearl-white winter sun hung low beneath the leafless wood draws out from trunk to trunk across the road like a stairway that does not rise.

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. ( ( growing gray cloud of smoke and ash ) ) ( ( expanding mass of poisonous gas ) ) ( ( billowing upwards into the air ) ) a ( ( dark omen of ) ) s ( ( despair ) ) h ( \\ // ) ( \\ // ) g ( \\ // ) e \\\\\ ///// n \\\\\///// t the l peak's top y exploding right off glacial snows melting down f lava flows heading for the town a terror! destruction! fright erupting out l extinct beast awakens, roaring primal shout l mountain trembling, earth shaking, people quaking s in fear and wonder, transfixed by summit torn asunder fire and fury blend with the sky as we flee and ponder why we await this rage from the earth but the beauty makes it worth all the deadly risks we know we face in living at this volcano's base

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Aug 5, 2018

Aug 5, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

MicMag

Volcano

. ( ( growing gray cloud of smoke and ash ) ) ( ( expanding mass of poisonous gas ) ) ( ( billowing upwards into the air ) ) a ( ( dark omen of ) ) s ( ( despair ) ) h ( \\ // ) ( \\ // ) g ( \\ // ) e \\\\\ ///// n \\\\\///// t the l peak's top y exploding right off glacial snows melting down f lava flows heading for the town a terror! destruction! fright erupting out l extinct beast awakens, roaring primal shout l mountain trembling, earth shaking, people quaking s in fear and wonder, transfixed by summit torn asunder fire and fury blend with the sky as we flee and ponder why we await this rage from the earth but the beauty makes it worth all the deadly risks we know we face in living at this volcano's base

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pale clouds at the summit water color sky cattle guard at wood bridge creek bed running dry split log fence downtrodden razor back in wire sinkhole on the wild plain grouse fields under fire pine bug and a lone wolf clear cut on the trail stump lake on the open range kettle valley rail raven on the hatheume slash and burn and scar blasted church in a tired sun wild rose under char thistle in the hollow quails nest sitting high carriage house at lone rock curtains of july smoke jaw in the canyon percolator dream silver sage in chapel schneider's requiem stockmen on the wrangle big horn antler chase table top at sunset deacon creek in grace quarry in a furry lines of tinted red spurs and blades and columns patchwork of the dead past the bow hill junction cattle ropes are black indian amphitheater saddle on the rack sun is at a high bake sedimentary stone three days on the morphine skeleton and bone cold water road is lonely corrals are cut and paste gone but not forgotten the dust filled aftertaste

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Jun 3, 2017

Jun 3, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC

ck-baker

Road to Hatheume

pale clouds at the summit water color sky cattle guard at wood bridge creek bed running dry split log fence downtrodden razor back in wire sinkhole on the wild plain grouse fields under fire pine bug and a lone wolf clear cut on the trail stump lake on the open range kettle valley rail raven on the hatheume slash and burn and scar blasted church in a tired sun wild rose under char thistle in the hollow quails nest sitting high carriage house at lone rock curtains of july smoke jaw in the canyon percolator dream silver sage in chapel schneider's requiem stockmen on the wrangle big horn antler chase table top at sunset deacon creek in grace quarry in a furry lines of tinted red spurs and blades and columns patchwork of the dead past the bow hill junction cattle ropes are black indian amphitheater saddle on the rack sun is at a high bake sedimentary stone three days on the morphine skeleton and bone cold water road is lonely corrals are cut and paste gone but not forgotten the dust filled aftertaste

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As I scale the slope I note the melody of the wind With its sweeping symphonic shifts My nails grind against granite Before flaking and falling into the abyss Yet I persist Upward along the lone path Where the air recedes like tides And frost forms fellowship upon my eyes Before seeking to turn my sore limbs, frigid Icily assuring each ache is anchored in anxiety Which stems from the worn clothes of society Yet as I climb, the fabric is discarded Like old styles of yesteryear Now basking in all my naturalness I finally summit, my thoughts thankfully descend My heart lifts up its scepter and then my chin Beating with Brilliance it grins Furls up it sleeves and wordlessly begins The work of healing from within

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Aug 4, 2018

Aug 4, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC

Mavsage

Inner Mt. Everest

As I scale the slope I note the melody of the wind With its sweeping symphonic shifts My nails grind against granite Before flaking and falling into the abyss Yet I persist Upward along the lone path Where the air recedes like tides And frost forms fellowship upon my eyes Before seeking to turn my sore limbs, frigid Icily assuring each ache is anchored in anxiety Which stems from the worn clothes of society Yet as I climb, the fabric is discarded Like old styles of yesteryear Now basking in all my naturalness I finally summit, my thoughts thankfully descend My heart lifts up its scepter and then my chin Beating with Brilliance it grins Furls up it sleeves and wordlessly begins The work of healing from within

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Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet But, baby, I'm scared to like Messin your perfect face, displacing Your innocence and makin Our blankets wet I said I don't wanna blast But you got the controller Got that hold and doin it right Got my ***** **** my Xbone On lock on this *** throne Pop your mouth a minute girl Base to the tip that **** Is rocket sauce Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet Maybe this night is the best Night of my life I lick my ***** off your skin, sleep Tight, tomorrow I'll breathe ***** breath

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May 14, 2017

May 14, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC

ZeroNine

Closing Chapters: "Guilty as Charged"

Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet But, baby, I'm scared to like Messin your perfect face, displacing Your innocence and makin Our blankets wet I said I don't wanna blast But you got the controller Got that hold and doin it right Got my ***** **** my Xbone On lock on this *** throne Pop your mouth a minute girl Base to the tip that **** Is rocket sauce Blast off the powder keg One-two with the punches Rope over your shoulder Like I wanna reach the summit Maybe you let loose before But, honey, I ain't seen it yet Maybe this night is the best Night of my life I lick my ***** off your skin, sleep Tight, tomorrow I'll breathe ***** breath

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Unburden me my wiley friend from all my mundane woes Release the threads that bind me here, submit me to your throes Happily you blur the lines and change the days perspective Mollify me with your lies and kindly dope objective. It’s pleasant here, I have no care to change this altered state Inhibitions lose their power to taunt me and berate I perform well, I entertain, I please so easily Popular I find myself within your potency But soon I find the last drops have now dried up in the glass Your soothing draft has poured its fill, your best has come to pass And in its wake you leave for me a tender raw emotion That carries me upon a wave of heady dissolution The tears they stream, I am a mess, back down to earth I plummet All former worries amplify now you have reached your summit I was misled, you’re not my friend, a pariah in disguise You sought to trick and confuse me put beer goggles on my eyes So now into my bed I crawl to rest with bland submission The toilet has already shared with me your vile emissions I close my eyes I pray for sleep, my head already throbbing I enter sleep in throes of self-absorbed, repentant sobbing

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC

laura-turner

DRUNK

Unburden me my wiley friend from all my mundane woes Release the threads that bind me here, submit me to your throes Happily you blur the lines and change the days perspective Mollify me with your lies and kindly dope objective. It’s pleasant here, I have no care to change this altered state Inhibitions lose their power to taunt me and berate I perform well, I entertain, I please so easily Popular I find myself within your potency But soon I find the last drops have now dried up in the glass Your soothing draft has poured its fill, your best has come to pass And in its wake you leave for me a tender raw emotion That carries me upon a wave of heady dissolution The tears they stream, I am a mess, back down to earth I plummet All former worries amplify now you have reached your summit I was misled, you’re not my friend, a pariah in disguise You sought to trick and confuse me put beer goggles on my eyes So now into my bed I crawl to rest with bland submission The toilet has already shared with me your vile emissions I close my eyes I pray for sleep, my head already throbbing I enter sleep in throes of self-absorbed, repentant sobbing

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To everyone and someone climbing a mountain, you and I - you carry the spark we need, you forgot you have - you need the tinder I carry, the fuel - we need each other at the summit, warming the glow of the fire we build, laughing like children - while thoughts drift away as snow covering battlefields we forgot - we won

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Sep 26, 2014

Sep 26, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC

bianchiblue

Climbing

To everyone and someone climbing a mountain, you and I - you carry the spark we need, you forgot you have - you need the tinder I carry, the fuel - we need each other at the summit, warming the glow of the fire we build, laughing like children - while thoughts drift away as snow covering battlefields we forgot - we won

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When the Sun is at its brightest It casts the harshest shadow Behind each gain, there must be a loss Each summit, a downhill So a skilled photographer should know When to take a rest or take a shot

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Feb 27, 2016

Feb 27, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC

megan-zhao

A Photographer

When the Sun is at its brightest It casts the harshest shadow Behind each gain, there must be a loss Each summit, a downhill So a skilled photographer should know When to take a rest or take a shot

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365Nectar #60 Devour Me Fri. November 22, 2013 9:18 P.M. Devour me... A provocative passionate pouring of pillaging and plundering... A pleasing prowling of a piercing plunderer... A lovely, limp nymph laid upon a sizzling alter... Smoldering... Awakening all the senses a choking of lust unleashes exhilarating and envelops you... Effortlessly evoking ethereal... a sinister seduction seductively seduces and hungry hips breakdance with hysterical Stimulating a surreal surge of a sweet seeping... waiting... impatiently... For you to chisel an unimaginable devouring... S slow steady climb to the summit of the ultimate ****** Time- Time- Time... a tool to employ flamboyantly... immediately... eargerly... Expose my conquered heart that leaks of streams of cream of succulent sensation... Expose my tamed moistness that whispery whines as you build a legacy of torturous licking.... Seductively... Slithering in spicy spirals of stirring screams from stormy shivers of steamy anticipation of your redefining touch... Suddenly... drowning in the sticky sensation of all that is us... A tender luscious love liquefying flesh and penetrating souls... We blend in blazing bliss tapping taboo for titillating thrills you rock a rowdy ravishing inside me... I whisper wet whimpers and beg for bitten breast... Our wrestling hips hug, ***** and groan a hungry growling... Pounded into saturated submission I linger in lubricating dreams for you- to... devour me.

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC

bronx-peach

Devour Me

365Nectar #60 Devour Me Fri. November 22, 2013 9:18 P.M. Devour me... A provocative passionate pouring of pillaging and plundering... A pleasing prowling of a piercing plunderer... A lovely, limp nymph laid upon a sizzling alter... Smoldering... Awakening all the senses a choking of lust unleashes exhilarating and envelops you... Effortlessly evoking ethereal... a sinister seduction seductively seduces and hungry hips breakdance with hysterical Stimulating a surreal surge of a sweet seeping... waiting... impatiently... For you to chisel an unimaginable devouring... S slow steady climb to the summit of the ultimate ****** Time- Time- Time... a tool to employ flamboyantly... immediately... eargerly... Expose my conquered heart that leaks of streams of cream of succulent sensation... Expose my tamed moistness that whispery whines as you build a legacy of torturous licking.... Seductively... Slithering in spicy spirals of stirring screams from stormy shivers of steamy anticipation of your redefining touch... Suddenly... drowning in the sticky sensation of all that is us... A tender luscious love liquefying flesh and penetrating souls... We blend in blazing bliss tapping taboo for titillating thrills you rock a rowdy ravishing inside me... I whisper wet whimpers and beg for bitten breast... Our wrestling hips hug, ***** and groan a hungry growling... Pounded into saturated submission I linger in lubricating dreams for you- to... devour me.

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Her tattoos turn me on, Her body refreshing like the dawn, To her intimacy I am drawn, Engulfed in her love I am her pawn, Touching her as she likes her body sings a song, My time is for her I will spend it long, Her skin softer than fur I am what she has on, Meeting at the summit, In her feminine embrace I submit.

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC

Tru1ownssky

Drift

Her tattoos turn me on, Her body refreshing like the dawn, To her intimacy I am drawn, Engulfed in her love I am her pawn, Touching her as she likes her body sings a song, My time is for her I will spend it long, Her skin softer than fur I am what she has on, Meeting at the summit, In her feminine embrace I submit.

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Meron akong nakita Dalwang taong masaya Sa tuktok ng bundok, magkahawak-kamay pa Tanong sa sarili, ito ba'y pag-ibig? Dahil hindi na maitago ang kilig. Ngunit biglang ginising ng lamig Pagmulat ng mata Kasama'y hanap na Ang nakitang dalawa Ang totoo ay mag-isa.

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC

krimoligario

Panaginip sa Summit

Meron akong nakita Dalwang taong masaya Sa tuktok ng bundok, magkahawak-kamay pa Tanong sa sarili, ito ba'y pag-ibig? Dahil hindi na maitago ang kilig. Ngunit biglang ginising ng lamig Pagmulat ng mata Kasama'y hanap na Ang nakitang dalawa Ang totoo ay mag-isa.

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