Mountains
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The wild waters of the Nalón
Cut through mountains over time
A separation of lovers
But now a river runs
Creating water for crops
My body is mountains disguised in flesh
Fields of grain waving in the breeze
My body is plateaus and canyons
And every hill you’ve ever climbed
Sit down with me,
There is something I want you to see
This empty canvas,
It look as if it will always be empty.
With the sound of my erratic screams,
It fills
Sometimes at night as the sun is setting,
Falling below the hills like an old balloon,
I see them. Mountains in the sky
Ominous mounds of magic or cloud
I lurk from the window,
To view a beautiful rainbow,
With its multiple colour seven,
And it looks just like heaven.
When the sun sinks in the west,
Stars with the moonlight,
Boots by Chloe Bernards
I had expected angst and nerves
And instead I got freedom
A trail winded me through
And the liberty of making a new one not yet created
What titan war
Erected such peaceful giants?
What earthly force pushed forth
The jagged piers that pierce my heart?
Without motive nor vision nor chisel,
I wake up in the shimmery light
Of the early sun’s sigh.
The rays pour in through the open blinds
Tiny crystals dance and flutter to and fro
Another morning in darling Arizona.
the mountains helped her breathe,
and become who she wanted to be.
they guided her on her way,
and watched over her night and day.
to her blooming heart,
the forest was a piece of art.
Treetops freckled the surrounding mountains
from the months of March through October.
The summer brought an art gallery of plants.
This part of Oregon is beautiful year-round.
Early in the morning I sacrificed my time and my sleep to climb this mountain.
While all was still dark and asleep, we were all awake. And so we began.
M: The snow on the twin peaks is starting to melt.
O: There is a hill so perfectly round, God must exist.
U: Once you go into that valley, there's no coming out.
N: A mountain and a half still stand, despite everything.
The girl who makes the stars explode
And the boy with a mountain for a soul
Oh to be the girl
Loved by both
Oh to be the girl
The uneven rocks give this hill character. Though storms may erode them they are still strong and beautiful. Etched into their being is lesson after lesson. Every curve tells a story. Ever changing. Ever growing.
i'm from
the top of the mountain
close to the sky
where the men don’t yell
and the kids don’t cry
where the clouds taste sweet
When times have me feeling weak and weary
I know just where to go.
To the mountains I travel to make my life a little more cheery.
I've gone around the world.
I've gone to seek,
the mountain peaks
To swim every lake
without any breaks
To climb the trees,
And overlook the seas
I''ve gone into the tunnels,
By: David Avery
The universe is full of magnificent things
And there is no way but journeying through the
World, and opening your mind, to see it.
Awe-some things like the sunset at night,
You and me
Climbed together on the mountains
To find peace but couldn’t find
You and me
Flew together up above the blue skies
To measure the height of nature
But could not measure
Get in the car. Drive for a little while. Among the dusty plains. It's a place I call home. Don't know anything else. Purple ringed skies. In the air carries no lies. I can breathe easy tonight. The radio is real loud. But it soothes the soul. A
Mountains and canyons beyond what eyes can see
The clay earth beneath is subliminally icy
Misty air follows me along the path
I savor its taste as it swirls in wrath
The sun cascades across my skin
like a golden wind and warms
the spirit of my soul.
I could walk its rugged path a thousand times
and always find something new to love:
a forgotten smell,
These mountains carve deep and break the surface of my skin
Press down on my fragile veins
They burst with ease and suddenly I am free.
A spectrum streams from my body
My skin begins to breathe
Wake up. 5am. Pack up the tent and put on the boots.
Wake up. 7am. Pack a lunch and put on the plaid skirt.
Scavenge. Good walking stick. Sturdy, smooth.
Scavenge. Solid breakfast. Fruity Pebbles, again.
There is fear and there is comfort,
But sometimes comfort is intertwined with fear
Challenges
Succeeding is the comfort of warm lavender bubbles enveloping your curves
The wood is cracked,
The paint chipped,
The gutters sprouting weeds.
Leaks and watermarks make up the walls,
Warped windowsills no one dares to heed.
Down the stairs cement hits your feet
At first it rained
and then it poured.
Lightning bore up to the sky
and the gods applause
resounded off the rigid mountains.
We danced,
and sang
and cried.
In the tears of Mother Earth
mountain high
valley low
orange leaves
earthy scent
sheer beauty
mother nature
wondrous creation
foggy sunrises
slanting sunlight
the edge of forever
gentle slope
I am
I am nothing but I can eventually be something
I am two eyes and heartbeat and mouth that is full of words
I am the heart that beats inside of me and the blood that pumps through my veins
Where do you go when you want to be alone?
There are a thousand places in the world i call home.
Some I have only been to in my mind.
Others are high rocks reached after a climb.
I'm Me for a few reasons
to be the one who loves all four seasons
I'm either in the mountains or in the flint hills
fishing or biking, whatever gives me the most thrills
I'm with my dad with a gun in my hands
The mountains surround me.
They hold my tears, pain and fears.
The mountains wrap around me.
They make me feel safe, happy and eager.
There are mountains we must move in life
To get to the hills we sit atop
To watch the sun rise and set.
I lag from a torn leg and a broken heart,
But the blisters on my feet tell me,
"It's okay to struggle."
Like fire cascading down the mountains .
Setting ablaze he trees.
With the last spot of light to be seen .
Enforcing a relaxed mood in the atmosphere.
After a hard days work
Reaching forward
An upward climb
Finding footing
On smooth walls
Cracking the unbreakable
Defeating the invinsible
The death of the immortal
The sight of the invisible
Up on a mountain peak
Sits a place where everyone wants to seek
But the journey to the top is hard and cold
Where challenges never cease to get old
Most people trip and stumble along the way
To use the antiquated metaphor of a paintbrush
stroking the sky creating brilliant hues, chiaroscuro,
the simplest form of beauty.
The heavens merely blanket the subtle art below.
you wore your underwear
under your swimsuit
by accident
wet feet gathering sand
running to the tent
from ice water
tall over the campsite
the brown mountain looms
‘Twas a cold and blistering Monday afternoon
Seventy nine miles of pavement separated us from our destination
The winter had came with full brute force
Snow drifts alongside the road completely covered the property fences
