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Diksha Prashar Aug 2021
Love I seeked
Love I got an eventful bliss
Lies are sweet
james nordlund Jun 2020
Living hell escaped with vroom,
until the wheels stopped spinning 'round.

Dodged that bullet, a year too young for Vietnam.
Lived homeless to stop from growing that extra 4,

stop the shot-maker from throwing down,
down, down to the ground, nothing to be found.

Instead of Princeton, Columbia, 2 years minimum wage,
soul ripe for rage, but none could ground,

studies, between heaven, Earth, lost became find,
life's eternal river, Dharma's wheel run.

Spun though, life's circle's stymied spin done,
not a sip of backslider's wine.
Much like the words God, love, etc., hope is bally-hooed so much, yet, if we study it it’s simplicity of life in motion itself.  Does a toddler not have, or have hope?  No, they simply do their best, one foot following the other; especially with caring through to loving parent or rents.  If we choose to make believe we know instead of discerning we have to study anew, begin again, what is that; certainly not hope- no?  In our technocracies sociological programming of us to replace our humanity with exigency, etc., being the norm, we forget each word is a path of study; which serves to evolve us-  off by a millimeter, soon off by a mile.  Of course ‘departmentalization’ of life, out of us, etc.,  as well as all other machinations of convolutionaries, etc..  I know I say it a lot, yet, still, the intellect can't lead, for the life doesn't follow.  When we choose the life must follow our intellect's it's to our life's disadvantage, and, of course our intellect's as well.  "...We(e),...", succeeded to do our best last moment, latest hour and day, that's experiential knowledge that we'll do it again in the next moment, hour, day; call it hope or whatever, yet, it's experience- of the life, not the intellect.  We forget the elements, ‘let a smile be your ambassador’, etc.; luckily trees don’t forget how to be trees, and the importance of that to the world- or, we’d all already be dead from lack of oxygen, etc..  Thanx for all you All do, have a great day   :)   reality
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
Riding home in a hellbound car
My lover by my side
I tried to steer a different way
But it seems by rules I can't abide

So I rest my head against the glass
Scenery a pillow
Whooshing noise a bed
Led towards a house blanketed in snow
Wishing I could stop time instead

The drive is such a neutral place
It doesn't hurt to be alive
Between the nosedive and the pole vault
The steady up and down I survive
I say hellbound because home is hell
kell Oct 2019
Im nauseated from the ups and downs
I get so low I forget what its like to breathe,
drowning by my crys and screams
I get so high that its seems I have a perfect life
I wish I could be in a time loop of this night
When it rains is poors when its sunny it burns
I appreciate the highs more every low I get
Life is like Russian roulette
You could be here one second go the next
life isnt promised the only thing promised is death
so appreciate life with all its highs and lows
your pain and hurt might never go away
but your here right now so try to live through the pain.
Every person has issues even if you believe yours are worse hurting and pain is felt the same. live right now
Colm Jul 2019
The hollow, empty, fickle words
The accounts and all of the time there spent
Social media is the death of all things good and decent
I say again
Social media is the death of all things good and decent
Social Lows
Colten Sorrells Jan 2019
sadly, I'm sadder
in this moment than I was
just moments ago
bipolar life is like a rollercoaster. I don't mind the highs so much, but the lows...

I think I'm gonna throw up
Stark Dec 2018
riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity


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
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.

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
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
SaWal Apr 2018
Oh yes I talk about trying, don't pardon me
Innocence has nothing to fear, this is what hardened me

Just quit man, give up, be the pawn in world chess these thought never cordon me
Rise for you may not reign, but rise for you may be right.. this is the lesson that gardened me

I was in the zone too, I still feel low at times, but I fought and will fight everytime, atleast now I know what my stardom is
Never counted much on anyone, because sometimes when did I got to know what the word phantom means

And trust me I do have dreadful nightmares, but i don't let them warden me
Because what's much bigger and brighter is my dream and the ones I want to live it with, that is what that heartens me

Over expectations, just like over exposure to light, gives you darkened s(K)in
Same people, same situation but different faces, learnt allotropes are not found in carbon only

Was down and low and in pieces, survived, now I am coming thundering for the win
Dream, travel, love, express, experience so the world knows you not just some iron molding

Everyone's at war, some fighting for glory, some voicing their story.. latter is how I unburden me
Miseries in abundance, it's HOPE that forms the basis of my ardent leap.
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