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CRASHING DOWN

by Nathan Smith


When you go crashing down

I'll be there to lift you from the ground

carry you on my back

put you back on track

I'll be there till my final breath

When you're in need my friend

Never give up

I'll lend out a helping hand

I'll offer my words

and all my support

for when you are down

I'll do what I can

to reverse your frown

Into the gleaming smile

You had as a carefree child

Just remember I am here

I will help you

overcome any fear

When you come crashing down

I'll be there to lift you from the ground

Those Random Online People

by ☼Serena☼


All of you have read those writings about.. Oh, meeting all these random people is bad, stupid, this that and the other, but it isn't so horrible! I have met so many amazing people here.

I met so many random people through Goodreads, and some of them have turned out to be great friends. I don't have a problem adding random people who didn't write any message!

Messages or not, I add most everybody who wants to be my friend. I believe in giving everyone a chance. Then later, if I figure out that they are not good people, they get removed from my friends list. But at least I gave them a shot!

And you know, it's good to have a few online friends sometimes. Some of them even turn out to be great, life-long, awesome friends you can depend on and trust. I have met quite a few through Goodreads. Goodreads is great for books, but can you imagine just hoe boring it would be without friends?

All I can say is that, I am thankful I received that invite to Goodreads that one summer's day, and that I joined at all.

And I am thankful for all my friends Goodreads has brought me.

And I am happy.

Foothills in the Rockies

I awake and look outside.
I stand aghast at the
rising of the sun.
Nature is giving quite a show.
The colors are brilliant.
There are reds, oranges,
yellows, pinks, blues,
and purples riding in
the highway to the sky.

The mountaintops are beautiful.
I couldn't ask for a better picture.
From a distance, they look
like a series of peaks and valleys.
The peaks are pointing upwards
while the valleys are pointing down.
They really do appear to be purple.
They are snow-capped, which they
are pretty much all of the time.

As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.

The greenery is beautiful the
closer we get to the alps,
the nearer we get to the foliage
of the slopes. The aroma will
take your breath away.
The odor of pines is all over
the eminence of the acclivity
of the peaks. They look like
fur trees (pines). They have green
pine needles all over them.
They also have a lot of
pine cones in addition.

As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.

We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.

Randi

Hi Randi I had the pleasure of reading this one a while ago. I like much of it and can only suggest that you you try to be more metaphorical. Your sentiments take me along on this ride.

Thank you, Randi & A.rhubarb.

Randi, you depict the background vividly. The last stanza is a mystery ... The place is beautiful and being with your sister is a lovely blast ... but ...

I am like sand, totally made up of millions of molecules, poured out of the hand of God at His Will...so I write to show my heart is lost in His. Some of my poetry that I blog:

http://poetryofhappyblogger.blogspot....

Kind Regards,
Charissa

Hello Charissa,

Thank you for sharing. The name of your website is beautiful.

Revision of Foothills in the Rockies


Every morning,
I am awestruck
by the palette of colors
from the rising of the sun.
They are brilliant and bold,
yet soft and gentle
at the same time.
There are reds,oranges,blues,
yellows, pinks, and purples
sweeping across the sky.

The mountain peaks
are of a purplish color.
The mountains stand there
majestically daring anything,
except astral objects
in the sky,
to be higher than them.
The peaks stand with
a snowy layer that lasts most of the year.

As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.

As we go further and further
up the mountain,
we see a beautiful green covering of trees.
Pine trees abound,
with their sharp, little green needles
in a swirling pattern around the trees.
There are also the pine cones
with tan layers upon dark brown undercoats
in a somewhat triangular shape.
The aroma will make your sense of smell purr.
These trees go higher and higher
up the mountain,
but they are not near the peaks.

As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.

We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale
from higher elevation,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.

Randi

Thank you, Randi.