the rock climber climb the cliff’s edge. he reach the top and shouted with glee… haha yipee… whats going on the clouds covered the sun it begins to rain.
i climb your limbs and your mouth climbs my limbs.
i love the way you climb the tree’s sweet peaceful graceful pieces
i climb to the wind and the wind climbs on my back. i wish you would stop climbing my back.
He reached up towards the summit, his hands shaking violently from the cold. How long had it been? Three, four hours? At this altitude he knew his mind wasn’t reliable.
I wish that I could climb a mountain and feel the cool breeze on my face and see the world beneith me. I wish that I had enough muscle to be able to climb along the intricate facets of a sheer cliff. Climbing is a way to discover.
Climbing a mountain in the Columbia River Gorge, or perhaps not a mountain, but bluffs covered in green, fragrant trees, is something I need to make a priority. Other things get in the way, being too busy or too tired, too full of stress and preoccupation. A climb or hike like that would be healing and renewing to me.
climbing higher and higher
the air is thin
lightheaded and free
the breeze comes in
feeling the sky upon my face
seeing the clouds around me
holding onto myself with grace
enjoying the climb, but I have to pee
I can climb up any tree you point out to me. Some trees have very thin and tenuous branches, but nonetheless I will go out on them. Do not climb on public statuary, as did the tramp. He was laughing, but was in a bad spot. Climbing is mostly for kids. There are some animals that specialize in it.
bugun iyi yada kotu ne ypapacaz bilmiyorum hic ama simdilik fena gitmiyr dogrusu kendini toparlamanin verdigi rahatlik hic bi yerde yok kesinlikle bu yuzden kendme ve ilerime bakarak elimden gelen ne ise ilerde yapcaklarimin arkasinda olacaklarimda onlar olmasi dllegiyle hersey yerinde ve olagan gitsin lutfen allaha sukurler olsunnn
When I was a child, I loved to climb trees. As an adult, I’m afraid to climb trees. Very sad. Climbing trees is good for your soul (and your perspective). Go climb a tree.
i climbed a really excellent mountain once, it was called great northern. i used to be really good at hinkin, i guess i still am, because it’s not really a skill, bu i’m defintiely out of shpae. my friend kristina want’s me to go hiking with her this summer, but i don’t know if i’ll really be ale to keep up with ehr. sh’es still iving in montana so she’s probably in better hiing shape than i am.
mountains are there to climb – you get a sense of achievement when you have scrambled up three thousand feet, up to the snow level, among the rocks and the dust devils, the world is clean and new and primitive, and you can see for miles and miles and miles. You can tell mountaineers – they are silent, they talk very little, and their eyes have a distant, dreamy look.
Already they are dreaming of their next cold bride….
you go up, there is a risk of falling. you can’t help it, you do it for the thrill of the possible. the higher you climb, the greater the thrill. seeing the ground drift away makes this happen.
I liked climbing trees with my brothers when I was little, I like climbing into the back of my ambulance to take care of someone ill, I like climbing into bed at the end of the day, I like it when my children climb all over me, I like climbing the stairs to see what my daughters doing as she holds herself up in her room all afternoon.
he climbed as fast as he could, fingernails tearing at the sandstone…they were close, dangerously close, their acid breath peeling the skin from his calves. a nail broke, than another, he was slowing up. he felt his fingers bending, breaking, snapping and he fell.
people climb all of their lives they are just unaware of what they are climbing to. some climb faster some slower but generally all in the same direction
When I first fell in love it was with a climber. This was my gateway into climbing. She was different from all the other girls. Her attitude and her intelligence were her best allies.
up the clif in ireland. the water is coming in all around! you can see the foam hitton the base on the bottom. the grass you are clinging onto feels incredibly weak. You don’t think that you can make it. Slowly, ever so slowly you are approaching the top.
Up. to the sky. the clear beautiful sky. on a summer day. there is no where to go but up. climb a mountain, climb the ladder at work, climb anything. just try to achieve. don’t stay in the ground. do your best.
I begin to look up the chain. There are 176 links in this chain, and I think, somehow, that I can make my way, loop by loop, to the top of the chain. I strain, pulling myself higher, gently rising, staggered, until little wisps of cloud surround my head, and I reach the point where my beads of sweat instantly freeze.
several years ago i dislocated my elbow at escalade gym. i tried to play tennis the other day. and frisbee the next. i feel like my arm/elbow is being ripped apart. why do i love climbing so much
there seem to be too many mountains in my life lately. although i wouldnt mind having a picnic on a few. im definitely tired of all these mountains i have to keep climbing over
I like to climb, its good fun and is a great way to let off steam. Did you know that exercise such as climbing assists you with your mood, it causes your body to release the same chemicals as anti-depresants do!
up the mountain. sometimes i wonder what im going to do when i get there. climbing, up a tree, through life, up a ladder, jump. jump when we fly away, and fall through stars on your way up the vine of life. through life we climb away, falling through the stars.
Reaching for the stars is a lot more difficult than I ever expected it to be, becoming the person that I want to be is not an easy path, my timing sucks and I still get lost every day, but one day I will get to where I want to be and the climb will be over.
To climb is to branch out. To scale upward in a sprawling wind tunnel of scratch trees and sharp edges. To fall is to let go. Once you’re reached a certain high you’ll plummet back to the earth. Some people don’t come back until they’ve reached the top.
She ran up the stairs, desperate to tell him the news. The stairs had never seemed so high and she feared there was no way she could possibly reach the top, not with this news feeling as if it would burst out of her at any moment. Not just any news, this news! The news they had been waiting to hear.
Up the rocks we went, getting ever so higher and higher. The sun god smiled upon us as we rose to meet him in his lair above the clouds. Happy, tears streaming down our faces, we reveled in the sunshine and the end of our existence.
climbclimbclimbclimbclimb oh tell me how shall i climb. how far shall i climb. or here shall i climb…. am i mr.climb? so shall i climb and plunge to my death….
climb as high as you can i promise i won’t let you fall well i might. You nver know you can never be sure and i’m sorry because i know it’s happened before. i do love you but I’ve always been afraid to climb anything taller than me I always like to have my feet on the ground. I really am sorry. I don’t know how to reach as high as you can with your head in the clouds.
the best days begin when you climb out of bed and you walk into the bathroom actually looking forward to brushing your teeth. and then climbing into the shower you realize you couldn’t be happier with the sun shining in, illuminating everything so that you can see clear–into the day you climb into through time.
i climb for housrs on end, just throwing emotion out the3 window of my bedroom. I seat, teat muscles, and yell in pain. I see no life outside. Why you ask? simply because I love what I do. After all the higher one climbs the further they fall.
climb to the highest reaches of heaven. the tallest trees you can see, and to the highest level imaginable. climb so that you see everything below as never before, climb till you can climb no more
i climbed so high. i felt like i was free. free from the bonds that held me to my earthen cathedral. why am i climbing? why does anyone long to be free? to be complete? to be holy?
i climb to realize my dreams. for without the fight, i can have no success and no freedom. freedom is the goal of humanity. to be free is gods great gift to man. the everlasting struggle which not only defines our life, but enhances it.
He quickly climbed up the rough rock face, stumbling only when a thin shale outcrop crumbled beneath his toes. The sweat trickled down his face and the salty drops beaded around his mouth.
Climb every mountain. Very cliche, but the word brings me to the SOund of Music, hiking up a mountain (although hiking is not really my thing), but truely reveling in the outdoors, the vastness of God’s creatio
i love to go rock climbing. At first I was terrified, but then I began to embrace the anxiety as a form of release. I became braver. I climbed higher. I took bigger steps. And I trusted my belayer. When I got to the top, it was like euphoria.
i used to climb up on my roof when i was younger, now i afraid ill fall throught. we used to sit up there for hours watching the moon wax and wane across the sky. it was peaceful in a melodramtic sort of way.
i climb i climb i climb i dont know why. it is in pursuit of the american dream … stufff, why do i need stuff what the hell do i need a car for a huge house a pool a wife with a boob job? fuck that im gonna be normal and average middle class. no more climbing.
the rock climber climb the cliff’s edge. he reach the top and shouted with glee… haha yipee… whats going on the clouds covered the sun it begins to rain.
i climb your limbs and your mouth climbs my limbs.
i love the way you climb the tree’s sweet peaceful graceful pieces
i climb to the wind and the wind climbs on my back. i wish you would stop climbing my back.
He reached up towards the summit, his hands shaking violently from the cold. How long had it been? Three, four hours? At this altitude he knew his mind wasn’t reliable.
I wish that I could climb a mountain and feel the cool breeze on my face and see the world beneith me. I wish that I had enough muscle to be able to climb along the intricate facets of a sheer cliff. Climbing is a way to discover.
Climbing a mountain in the Columbia River Gorge, or perhaps not a mountain, but bluffs covered in green, fragrant trees, is something I need to make a priority. Other things get in the way, being too busy or too tired, too full of stress and preoccupation. A climb or hike like that would be healing and renewing to me.
climbing higher and higher
the air is thin
lightheaded and free
the breeze comes in
feeling the sky upon my face
seeing the clouds around me
holding onto myself with grace
enjoying the climb, but I have to pee
I can climb up any tree you point out to me. Some trees have very thin and tenuous branches, but nonetheless I will go out on them. Do not climb on public statuary, as did the tramp. He was laughing, but was in a bad spot. Climbing is mostly for kids. There are some animals that specialize in it.
bugun iyi yada kotu ne ypapacaz bilmiyorum hic ama simdilik fena gitmiyr dogrusu kendini toparlamanin verdigi rahatlik hic bi yerde yok kesinlikle bu yuzden kendme ve ilerime bakarak elimden gelen ne ise ilerde yapcaklarimin arkasinda olacaklarimda onlar olmasi dllegiyle hersey yerinde ve olagan gitsin lutfen allaha sukurler olsunnn
When I was a child, I loved to climb trees. As an adult, I’m afraid to climb trees. Very sad. Climbing trees is good for your soul (and your perspective). Go climb a tree.
i climbed a really excellent mountain once, it was called great northern. i used to be really good at hinkin, i guess i still am, because it’s not really a skill, bu i’m defintiely out of shpae. my friend kristina want’s me to go hiking with her this summer, but i don’t know if i’ll really be ale to keep up with ehr. sh’es still iving in montana so she’s probably in better hiing shape than i am.
mountains are there to climb – you get a sense of achievement when you have scrambled up three thousand feet, up to the snow level, among the rocks and the dust devils, the world is clean and new and primitive, and you can see for miles and miles and miles. You can tell mountaineers – they are silent, they talk very little, and their eyes have a distant, dreamy look.
Already they are dreaming of their next cold bride….
i love to climb. i can touch the stars when i climb. it makes me feel as though i am not in my own body anymore.
you go up, there is a risk of falling. you can’t help it, you do it for the thrill of the possible. the higher you climb, the greater the thrill. seeing the ground drift away makes this happen.
I liked climbing trees with my brothers when I was little, I like climbing into the back of my ambulance to take care of someone ill, I like climbing into bed at the end of the day, I like it when my children climb all over me, I like climbing the stairs to see what my daughters doing as she holds herself up in her room all afternoon.
he climbed as fast as he could, fingernails tearing at the sandstone…they were close, dangerously close, their acid breath peeling the skin from his calves. a nail broke, than another, he was slowing up. he felt his fingers bending, breaking, snapping and he fell.
to scale someting
people climb all of their lives they are just unaware of what they are climbing to. some climb faster some slower but generally all in the same direction
When I first fell in love it was with a climber. This was my gateway into climbing. She was different from all the other girls. Her attitude and her intelligence were her best allies.
up the clif in ireland. the water is coming in all around! you can see the foam hitton the base on the bottom. the grass you are clinging onto feels incredibly weak. You don’t think that you can make it. Slowly, ever so slowly you are approaching the top.
Up. to the sky. the clear beautiful sky. on a summer day. there is no where to go but up. climb a mountain, climb the ladder at work, climb anything. just try to achieve. don’t stay in the ground. do your best.
I begin to look up the chain. There are 176 links in this chain, and I think, somehow, that I can make my way, loop by loop, to the top of the chain. I strain, pulling myself higher, gently rising, staggered, until little wisps of cloud surround my head, and I reach the point where my beads of sweat instantly freeze.
several years ago i dislocated my elbow at escalade gym. i tried to play tennis the other day. and frisbee the next. i feel like my arm/elbow is being ripped apart. why do i love climbing so much
there seem to be too many mountains in my life lately. although i wouldnt mind having a picnic on a few. im definitely tired of all these mountains i have to keep climbing over
I like to climb, its good fun and is a great way to let off steam. Did you know that exercise such as climbing assists you with your mood, it causes your body to release the same chemicals as anti-depresants do!
up the mountain. sometimes i wonder what im going to do when i get there. climbing, up a tree, through life, up a ladder, jump. jump when we fly away, and fall through stars on your way up the vine of life. through life we climb away, falling through the stars.
Reaching for the stars is a lot more difficult than I ever expected it to be, becoming the person that I want to be is not an easy path, my timing sucks and I still get lost every day, but one day I will get to where I want to be and the climb will be over.
To climb is to branch out. To scale upward in a sprawling wind tunnel of scratch trees and sharp edges. To fall is to let go. Once you’re reached a certain high you’ll plummet back to the earth. Some people don’t come back until they’ve reached the top.
She ran up the stairs, desperate to tell him the news. The stairs had never seemed so high and she feared there was no way she could possibly reach the top, not with this news feeling as if it would burst out of her at any moment. Not just any news, this news! The news they had been waiting to hear.
Up the rocks we went, getting ever so higher and higher. The sun god smiled upon us as we rose to meet him in his lair above the clouds. Happy, tears streaming down our faces, we reveled in the sunshine and the end of our existence.
climbclimbclimbclimbclimb oh tell me how shall i climb. how far shall i climb. or here shall i climb…. am i mr.climb? so shall i climb and plunge to my death….
climb as high as you can i promise i won’t let you fall well i might. You nver know you can never be sure and i’m sorry because i know it’s happened before. i do love you but I’ve always been afraid to climb anything taller than me I always like to have my feet on the ground. I really am sorry. I don’t know how to reach as high as you can with your head in the clouds.
the best days begin when you climb out of bed and you walk into the bathroom actually looking forward to brushing your teeth. and then climbing into the shower you realize you couldn’t be happier with the sun shining in, illuminating everything so that you can see clear–into the day you climb into through time.
i climb for housrs on end, just throwing emotion out the3 window of my bedroom. I seat, teat muscles, and yell in pain. I see no life outside. Why you ask? simply because I love what I do. After all the higher one climbs the further they fall.
climb to the highest reaches of heaven. the tallest trees you can see, and to the highest level imaginable. climb so that you see everything below as never before, climb till you can climb no more
i climbed so high. i felt like i was free. free from the bonds that held me to my earthen cathedral. why am i climbing? why does anyone long to be free? to be complete? to be holy?
i climb to realize my dreams. for without the fight, i can have no success and no freedom. freedom is the goal of humanity. to be free is gods great gift to man. the everlasting struggle which not only defines our life, but enhances it.
He quickly climbed up the rough rock face, stumbling only when a thin shale outcrop crumbled beneath his toes. The sweat trickled down his face and the salty drops beaded around his mouth.
Climb every mountain. Very cliche, but the word brings me to the SOund of Music, hiking up a mountain (although hiking is not really my thing), but truely reveling in the outdoors, the vastness of God’s creatio
i love to go rock climbing. At first I was terrified, but then I began to embrace the anxiety as a form of release. I became braver. I climbed higher. I took bigger steps. And I trusted my belayer. When I got to the top, it was like euphoria.
i used to climb up on my roof when i was younger, now i afraid ill fall throught. we used to sit up there for hours watching the moon wax and wane across the sky. it was peaceful in a melodramtic sort of way.
i climb i climb i climb i dont know why. it is in pursuit of the american dream … stufff, why do i need stuff what the hell do i need a car for a huge house a pool a wife with a boob job? fuck that im gonna be normal and average middle class. no more climbing.