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 .
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.
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.
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.
does my bipolarity
does it affect my poetry?
sometimes my poems
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
in chlorine soaked clothes
we take our highs with our lows
you'll know when it shows
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..
"To go high, you must first go low".
An element of truth is captured in this phrase,
For a man who walks a steady path,
shall experience neither pleasure nor grief,
But a man who sinks,
then proceeds to swim,
He is a man,
who will truly win,
the game of happiness,
in which we all play,
to feel elation,
until it all frays.
A subversive take on happiness
Quick, blockbuster ride,
Drive in food and fries
A café coffee with whipped, white lines
Around around we go now,
Riding a caffeine’s high-strung periphery
Sight and a strong sensory flight,
Going where the wind goes: free kites
Open window, downstream upstream shifts
And we’re riding next to other highway street shining glyphs.
A call is never enough to stop our rides
A high so high we see no downs
Here on our feet riding on tops of cars
With our hair wild, topping our heads like windy crowns
We know our bass booms and sounds rounds
But you may not hear it long
For this freeway has endless bounds
Where we play these booming sounds
With no end in sight
On an endless night-
Boundless air flight
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,
Through joy and strife,
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.
but stuck in one place.
No more order,
I've lost the reins,
from all the pains.
it's all the same.
Doesn't matter on whom
you put the blame.
to this madness,
'cause it feels
better than sadness.
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.