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Stark Dec 2018
riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity

until

the minutiae of life
drag you down into the depths of despair

a pure loyalty like no other
hidden by a dramatized emotional facade

always there to bring you up,
simultaneously bringing themselves down
it's a slippery *****--
emotional support

Oh, to be Mercutio--
is to be the eye of a hurricane,
winding about a center
--that may not be
as stable as it seems
shakespearean bffs, pt 2
Elena Murphy Nov 2018
Everyone says they have the blues.
But no one has had them, like I have.
Its blue skies outside, but inside my mind is mad.
Sun Rays are shining on you, where there are dark clouds covering mine.
And it seems as if there has been a pause in time, I'm just trying to get by .
Jordan Ray Aug 2018
City lights, leaking at the seams,
Skyline hopes and Skyline dreams,
Robust carbon hearts dancing in moonbeams,
A caveat of careless silver screens

Late nights with hollow eyes,
A compilation of our greatest highs,
Played out to the group of hungry spies,
Elongated by my constant lies

Is there still magic in the midnight sun,
Or am I refusing to believe it's run,
Out of fire.

Is there still passion in the empty cup,
Or am I refusing to believe it's blown up,
Out of desire.
Amiso Pius Jun 2018
I've not lost yet!
Though Its seems I have.
Every letter spelt on the walls seem to say the same.
Even Truth has lost its true meaning.
Still,I've not lost yet.

Stopping Time from telling my story,
I tell it myself.
Grabbing the Same old tissue box for my tears
I mumble on and on without a pause.

Listen,
I've only started this walk so spare those words that judge my strides
I'm awake within my Senses,
Feeding life into dead souls,
Stopping time from telling my story,
I tell it myself.
With highs and lows between the lines
Causing life to exist in ink.
I've not lost yet!
Lifes horrors are created within the mind.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
does my bipolarity
strange-sounding word

does it affect my poetry?

sometimes my poems
are
a bit absurd

one up and cheery
next solemn and dreary
one bouncy and bubbly
another quite ugly

That's just who I am
I'm up, then I'm down
can't help what I'm feeling
can't help a melt down

but I get back on track
a new day
a smile and sunshine
can bring me back

though on meds
to keep me in tow
I still have highs
I still have lows

we all do, I think
sometimes we're not the best "us"

sometimes we're just out of sync
...or maybe the other way round
the world's out of sync
with us
adriana Apr 2018
in chlorine soaked clothes
we take our highs with our lows
you'll know when it shows
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Why is life so unfair and cruel?
Is there a reason I live with a graveyard in my head?
How come all my past mistakes haunt me?
Will I ever stop lying awake in my bed?

Do the sleepless nights ever come to an end?
When will I finally have relief?
What do these ghosts of regret and pain want?
How do I vanquish the undead thoughts and greif?

How do I change for the better?
Am I destined to stay who I am?
Can I defeat my inner darkness?
Will I ever be more than a flickering hologram?

Are there any signs of life in my smile?
Has the spark faded completely from my eyes?
Will I ever be more than a breathing puppet?
When will I stop living for these temporary highs?
More questions eating my brain..
Dom Bobek Feb 2018
What is this ?
Another week gone by ?
Through every low
and every high ?

Can I have a week,
just normal ?
Not start off in heaven
and end in hell ?
Or is this eternal ?

The rollercoaster of life,
never stopping.
Through joy and strife,
always rolling.

I've seen heaven
and I've seen hell.
Sadly, I'm stuck in this seat,
so finely tucked in..

I'll see it again,
week after week.
Always moving,
but stuck in one place.
Dom Bobek Feb 2018
No more order,
I've lost the reins,
losing control,
from all the pains.

External, internal,
it's all the same.
Doesn't matter on whom
you put the blame.

Giving in
to this madness,
'cause it feels
better than sadness.

Anger feels
better than pain.
Even if some
teeth have to rain...

Don't have a reason to live.
But don't have a reason to die.
Plus all these lows
Are making me high.
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