i climbed to the top of the hill all i saw was green green trees green grass a small green pond it was beautiful i ran down the hill and jumped in the water letting the cool water rush over me cooling my warm skin it felt so great i swam till i was tired and layed on the beach to sleep.
charma
I stand at the bottom of the tree and think about how high it reaches, how tall it seems next to my slight frame. I wish I wasn’t so skinny – maybe then the boys would know I mean business, well at least play. I mean to play. I can climb this tree. I will climb this tree. I will show them I can play with the big boys, I can hold my own and have just as much fun as they. The wind blows, and I am terrified.
Jessica Galella
Climbing is hard work. I am a lazy man and I don’t care much for this climbing business. Fake rocks, make fake climbing is what my grandma always said, and that’s something I believe to this day. If you can’t find real rocks it’s not real climbing, and if you do find real rocks you should look at them and be awed by their size, majesty and age, not monkeying around on them like some kind of goofball.
Rory McNally
rope. The ladder that never ends, to the top of the mountain to find the garu. “where is the end?” you ask “near the beginning” climb the road walk the air, swim the clouds.
Tina Neiweem
You cannot fall off the floor. It’s not where you want to stay put. Elevate yourself. Transcend those
who want the safety of the floor. Climb. Keep climbing.
P Decker
i went higher and higher. it was harder as i moved closer to the summit. the pinnacle. the height. the sunlight crept over the pointed top like a little brother peeking at a scary television show. i couldn’t stop climbing till i scaled the mountain.
K.C.
I was climbing a ladder to success the other day, and I fell. Like I always do. I fell, but I wasn’t sad or disappointed about it like the others. In fact, I was glad.. glad because all that pressure was taken off of my shoulders.
ipshita
love. it is an amazing thing. i have the love of my life and can’t imagine life without him. Michael makes me the happiest i think i have ever been. without him i don’t know what i would do. he encourages me and pushes me to better myself. what more could you ask for? nothing. a man who loves you and would do anything for ya? That is love!
savannah
I am climbing the social ladder for some time now.
Gone through the intricacies of Chicago Social life.
Now in New Jersey… .I feel like I am climbing down.
Well… who cares…….up or down it feels good…
Issac Cheriyathu
I climb the building of life, searching for the red exit sign only finding that it doesn’t exist. I climb to reach the fate of my being, the future of my soul, the purpose of this.
kayce berke
the stairs in our old house were steep and the steps uneven. as a child I hated the climb down to our basement. There may be any sort of odd, scary thing down there. looking down it was very dark.
michaelb
on the top of the highest mountain. The air is getting thinner and i can feel the dry cold wind whip the static to my hair. Boulder is where ill be climbing next year.
elisa pigna
Again? Again?
I feel like I’ve been here before. Here, at least. And here. I have never been to the top, though. For that I’ll keep going. Though I’ve been here, and here. I know this. Here I am again. Again?
But there is top. Up there, there is top.
Man
to the top of the mountain
to the uppermost limits of our imaginations
go as far as one desires
Vanessa O'Dwyer
climbing in the park is fun. i like hands and feet working together. like a bear with big fat paws and claws and furry bits. being a bear for a day would be pretty darn cool. i bet i could get some people to pet me. yeah.
rachaelfaith
I climb higher than jacksonville’s very own sweltering and I climb for no reason but to be closer to everything else that is, or that I will be you see.
Ryan Luz
Way up high I go
Up and up
Where am I going?
I can’t see it
Maybe I should turn around.
Maybe I shouldn’t be looking down.
Corina
Climbing up the walls of my mind I can’t stand being trapped in here. He’s eating away at my thoughts and my brain, he’s making me crazy. How could he be so simple, so stupid, so insensitive to who I am as a human, let alone as a part of his life, his friend… his sexual toy. I suppose a sexual toy is all I am although I already know that I am that, I see that, I know that. I. Am. Okay. With that. He just sees my kindness for weakness, my affections for love. And in this his fears awaken and he draws back.
Julez
You have to climb your way out of the box to allow your imagination to fly free … otherwise you’re stuck in your old ways and little of interest comes to mind.
pocketpicker
i climb further and further along. some times it seems that there isnt even another prutruding rock for me to grab but somehow i always find a way.
KBondo
up the hill and down fast
Douglas
mountains are the best to climb. in success ladder people always want to climb at any cost. Climbing without somebody’s help is the best thing one should aim at. climbing stairs is a pain for many people, so elevators
anirban
we climb trees where we live. climbing gives you confidence and strength.
Greg Jenkins
i like to climb when it dark your an idiot coz everytime i climb up i have to get down somehow and sometimes its scary. You look down and your high up and worried that you’ll injure yourseelf until you get to the ground
keighley
climbing up a mountain with a tree all scraggly probably a pine and heck why the heck would there be a vulture on it but it’s probably really cold too and. .um, it’s like those asian paintings of the nature where the people are really small but anyways looking back at the word there are also grappling hooks and all the climbing set gear, helmets, harness, special shoes… like in the cruise, that was the last time i’ve climbed a wall, and i did remember to look.
Shadance
every inch of this internet window. examined. idealized. slip one, maybe two. inside just for a moment. a taste. a glimpse. into a memory. the lust-ridden lies he built. to tempt me. to cage me. to keep me dripping off of his finger tips. his lips. my writing. it died in there. and i am left out here. waiting. wanting. desperate to go back to the time. when i could be so naive.
thatsjustnotlizzi
the mountain and achieve everything you want.
the stairs and reach the top
up
together
and produce a chime
to the tallest mountain and sing the songs i like to sing
Lavinia
Aspire, like drops of rain that fall. Rise to the occasion, take stock on the pace, don’t let one moment pass you by before you aspire to anything less than every fiber in you has to give. You have it all, give it all.
scott lindsley
i want to climb your body. climb to the top. climb all over and fall asleep in the crevices of your armpits as you bring me in close and closer into you . so close i can feel your heart beat within mine. so close that you reach over and grab my leg and bring it over you so that you can so easily fall asleep as i continue to climb that body of yours.
esther
climb the tallest tree sit and think about the world that you you are looking down upon. all the people you see and all the lifes they must lead. the lies they have told the people they have betrayed and the things they have done. climb the tallest mountain and cry because you are completley alone and unaware
joshua
to get high to move up to be above where you previously were to ascend to be more to exist to be to try to exert to succeed to move closer to a goal to seek to
Raja Sharma
Climb high, climb until your legs ache and your chest heaves and little wisps of cloud swirl in the valley below, mingle with your breath, loud in your chest with the flapping prayer flags in the Himalayan dawn.
Tim Patterson
While growing up in a small town, I used to spend my summers climbing the oak tree deep in the far end of my parents’ back yard. I would climb all day, every day. I created pockets throughout the large tree to store snacks and stuff. climbing was my life.
Cooper Watt
Yes. More than that reaching for you and them please make it easy for me I need this can’t stop now too much at stake too much left to do.
T-Bolt
i went to climb a hill once, and couldn’t quite figure out where to begin. either the slope was too steep at the base, or it wasn’t steep enough to be sure it was a hill. i couldn’t very well say i had climbed a hill, when in fact, i had only walked up a gentle slope. Neither could i climb the slippery muddy part i was facing.
Gideon
Climbing high. Climbing low. I climb and climb. Climb some more. Can you reach unreached heights? I bet you can’t. Neither can I. Climbing means reaching higher but never reaching the top. What else to say? Climb!
Ragnarok
climning steadily around mountains and people and places and thing so ongoing that it is sickening to the extent of vertigo. Down down down i tumble merrily as i fall slightlley waving like a flghtless blurred in a cloud of smog than i hit the floor and shatter like glass into a thousand pieces.
James Lyndon
moutains are so tall. I don’t understand what people’s obsessions are about them. Why climb something to get a high when you can just smoke. But then why smoke when you can jump off a cliff. Why risk that when you can have a bungee cord tied to you. That’s where the real fun is at. Climbing is worthless.
Stacey Miller
i went to school today and decided to climb a tree, when i got to the top of the tree i found out that it took no time at all to climb. Therefore, i started to think that maybe i could be part monkey. After all, if its true that humans did evolve, than being part monkey isn’t that far-fetched anyways.
Joe Del Busso
I once was climbing a mountain with a friend who started talking about the future and how we were climbing a mountain in two senses of the word.
In one we were conquering nature, climbing a mountain and in the other we were overcoming life.
i climbed to the top of the hill all i saw was green green trees green grass a small green pond it was beautiful i ran down the hill and jumped in the water letting the cool water rush over me cooling my warm skin it felt so great i swam till i was tired and layed on the beach to sleep.
I stand at the bottom of the tree and think about how high it reaches, how tall it seems next to my slight frame. I wish I wasn’t so skinny – maybe then the boys would know I mean business, well at least play. I mean to play. I can climb this tree. I will climb this tree. I will show them I can play with the big boys, I can hold my own and have just as much fun as they. The wind blows, and I am terrified.
Climbing is hard work. I am a lazy man and I don’t care much for this climbing business. Fake rocks, make fake climbing is what my grandma always said, and that’s something I believe to this day. If you can’t find real rocks it’s not real climbing, and if you do find real rocks you should look at them and be awed by their size, majesty and age, not monkeying around on them like some kind of goofball.
rope. The ladder that never ends, to the top of the mountain to find the garu. “where is the end?” you ask “near the beginning” climb the road walk the air, swim the clouds.
You cannot fall off the floor. It’s not where you want to stay put. Elevate yourself. Transcend those
who want the safety of the floor. Climb. Keep climbing.
i went higher and higher. it was harder as i moved closer to the summit. the pinnacle. the height. the sunlight crept over the pointed top like a little brother peeking at a scary television show. i couldn’t stop climbing till i scaled the mountain.
I was climbing a ladder to success the other day, and I fell. Like I always do. I fell, but I wasn’t sad or disappointed about it like the others. In fact, I was glad.. glad because all that pressure was taken off of my shoulders.
love. it is an amazing thing. i have the love of my life and can’t imagine life without him. Michael makes me the happiest i think i have ever been. without him i don’t know what i would do. he encourages me and pushes me to better myself. what more could you ask for? nothing. a man who loves you and would do anything for ya? That is love!
I am climbing the social ladder for some time now.
Gone through the intricacies of Chicago Social life.
Now in New Jersey… .I feel like I am climbing down.
Well… who cares…….up or down it feels good…
I climb the building of life, searching for the red exit sign only finding that it doesn’t exist. I climb to reach the fate of my being, the future of my soul, the purpose of this.
the stairs in our old house were steep and the steps uneven. as a child I hated the climb down to our basement. There may be any sort of odd, scary thing down there. looking down it was very dark.
on the top of the highest mountain. The air is getting thinner and i can feel the dry cold wind whip the static to my hair. Boulder is where ill be climbing next year.
Again? Again?
I feel like I’ve been here before. Here, at least. And here. I have never been to the top, though. For that I’ll keep going. Though I’ve been here, and here. I know this. Here I am again. Again?
But there is top. Up there, there is top.
to the top of the mountain
to the uppermost limits of our imaginations
go as far as one desires
climbing in the park is fun. i like hands and feet working together. like a bear with big fat paws and claws and furry bits. being a bear for a day would be pretty darn cool. i bet i could get some people to pet me. yeah.
I climb higher than jacksonville’s very own sweltering and I climb for no reason but to be closer to everything else that is, or that I will be you see.
Way up high I go
Up and up
Where am I going?
I can’t see it
Maybe I should turn around.
Maybe I shouldn’t be looking down.
Climbing up the walls of my mind I can’t stand being trapped in here. He’s eating away at my thoughts and my brain, he’s making me crazy. How could he be so simple, so stupid, so insensitive to who I am as a human, let alone as a part of his life, his friend… his sexual toy. I suppose a sexual toy is all I am although I already know that I am that, I see that, I know that. I. Am. Okay. With that. He just sees my kindness for weakness, my affections for love. And in this his fears awaken and he draws back.
You have to climb your way out of the box to allow your imagination to fly free … otherwise you’re stuck in your old ways and little of interest comes to mind.
i climb further and further along. some times it seems that there isnt even another prutruding rock for me to grab but somehow i always find a way.
up the hill and down fast
mountains are the best to climb. in success ladder people always want to climb at any cost. Climbing without somebody’s help is the best thing one should aim at. climbing stairs is a pain for many people, so elevators
we climb trees where we live. climbing gives you confidence and strength.
i like to climb when it dark your an idiot coz everytime i climb up i have to get down somehow and sometimes its scary. You look down and your high up and worried that you’ll injure yourseelf until you get to the ground
climbing up a mountain with a tree all scraggly probably a pine and heck why the heck would there be a vulture on it but it’s probably really cold too and. .um, it’s like those asian paintings of the nature where the people are really small but anyways looking back at the word there are also grappling hooks and all the climbing set gear, helmets, harness, special shoes… like in the cruise, that was the last time i’ve climbed a wall, and i did remember to look.
every inch of this internet window. examined. idealized. slip one, maybe two. inside just for a moment. a taste. a glimpse. into a memory. the lust-ridden lies he built. to tempt me. to cage me. to keep me dripping off of his finger tips. his lips. my writing. it died in there. and i am left out here. waiting. wanting. desperate to go back to the time. when i could be so naive.
the mountain and achieve everything you want.
the stairs and reach the top
up
together
and produce a chime
to the tallest mountain and sing the songs i like to sing
Aspire, like drops of rain that fall. Rise to the occasion, take stock on the pace, don’t let one moment pass you by before you aspire to anything less than every fiber in you has to give. You have it all, give it all.
i want to climb your body. climb to the top. climb all over and fall asleep in the crevices of your armpits as you bring me in close and closer into you . so close i can feel your heart beat within mine. so close that you reach over and grab my leg and bring it over you so that you can so easily fall asleep as i continue to climb that body of yours.
climb the tallest tree sit and think about the world that you you are looking down upon. all the people you see and all the lifes they must lead. the lies they have told the people they have betrayed and the things they have done. climb the tallest mountain and cry because you are completley alone and unaware
to get high to move up to be above where you previously were to ascend to be more to exist to be to try to exert to succeed to move closer to a goal to seek to
Climb high, climb until your legs ache and your chest heaves and little wisps of cloud swirl in the valley below, mingle with your breath, loud in your chest with the flapping prayer flags in the Himalayan dawn.
While growing up in a small town, I used to spend my summers climbing the oak tree deep in the far end of my parents’ back yard. I would climb all day, every day. I created pockets throughout the large tree to store snacks and stuff. climbing was my life.
Yes. More than that reaching for you and them please make it easy for me I need this can’t stop now too much at stake too much left to do.
i went to climb a hill once, and couldn’t quite figure out where to begin. either the slope was too steep at the base, or it wasn’t steep enough to be sure it was a hill. i couldn’t very well say i had climbed a hill, when in fact, i had only walked up a gentle slope. Neither could i climb the slippery muddy part i was facing.
Climbing high. Climbing low. I climb and climb. Climb some more. Can you reach unreached heights? I bet you can’t. Neither can I. Climbing means reaching higher but never reaching the top. What else to say? Climb!
climning steadily around mountains and people and places and thing so ongoing that it is sickening to the extent of vertigo. Down down down i tumble merrily as i fall slightlley waving like a flghtless blurred in a cloud of smog than i hit the floor and shatter like glass into a thousand pieces.
moutains are so tall. I don’t understand what people’s obsessions are about them. Why climb something to get a high when you can just smoke. But then why smoke when you can jump off a cliff. Why risk that when you can have a bungee cord tied to you. That’s where the real fun is at. Climbing is worthless.
i went to school today and decided to climb a tree, when i got to the top of the tree i found out that it took no time at all to climb. Therefore, i started to think that maybe i could be part monkey. After all, if its true that humans did evolve, than being part monkey isn’t that far-fetched anyways.
I once was climbing a mountain with a friend who started talking about the future and how we were climbing a mountain in two senses of the word.
In one we were conquering nature, climbing a mountain and in the other we were overcoming life.