#lows
My old friends all thought that I was peculiar;
Went fluttering high in the sky—
Looked down and all the friends were all looking up, though;
Became the height
Of all trees and electric lines,
But that, really, only, happened once, though;
The piano carried
A tune; and, in turn, I went fluttering high,
As high as the high ceilings would go; though
I was let down with a new tune;
The highest of highs as far as tunes go.
I’d never want to come down in my dreams; though
When I was as high as the treetops, and
Flapping my arms to the sky;
The friends all noticed and screeched,
But only, and I mean, only in my dreams.
The ways, in which, I have been high, though;
It all doesn’t seem as what it seems.
In my dreams I am high as the treetops;
Those wires bigger than I remember,
Then, suddenly I am down, though;
With my feet placed firmly to ground.
I have never thought about filling up with helium, before;
But that thought was just as it had seemed.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
Finally I feel we did grow
day by day
I thought we couldn’t handle the bad ones
but we both stay
Don’t know how this will end
if we will survive
But I know it is with you
I want to live my life.
L.C.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 5:59 AM UTC
I know loss,
Believe me,
I know lows.
While my life now glitters in gold,
I will never forget it's old rusty reds,
Believe me, I know the blows.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
Nobody lives in negative infinity,
Life is not linear,
We live, grow, and learn,
In parabolas.
One U shaped graph,
That goes down,
But comes back up,
Even when you hit the A.O.S.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 8:36 AM UTC
I'm a somber soul,
My baby is sick at home.
I'm too far to walk,
I'm too young to drive.
Oh it's such a pity,
Lonely with the little lows of life.
My baby is sick at home,
But I've just gotta pocket,
All my strife to sickness.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
Aqueous bombs descend from these eyes /
As I wonder beneath nightfall. /
Seeing, hearing the kaleidoscopic dream /
As it unravels, unfurls through me /
Heightens my perceptivities. /
I am luminous, I am luminous /
As I glisten upon the dreamscape. /
I am a cosmic reverberation, /
An ethereal resonation /
Luminosity, blue-hot./
Self-sovereignty: /
I am a freedom all my own, /
Lows (algid), /
Highs (empyreal, pyroclastic); /
I am astral. /
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 9:46 PM UTC
Gut dropping falls
Dizzying ascent
It scares me
But I get back on
Forgive and forget
Care first for yourself
Pursue pleasure
Avoid pain.
Asynchronous
Dichotomies
Cannot achieve
Mutual satisfaction
Pain is inevitable
The price of living
paid in discomfort
And Uncertainty
A life of comfort
Is quiet and easy
An extraordinary life
Challenges the soul
Jan 17, 2024
Jan 17, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC
Can't get up
Get out
Can't think of words
Can't speak
Or write
Can't walk or move a fork
Can't give a fuvk
Much less talk
Fck
****
Fine
Fat
Freak
Fate
Fake
Fish
Flood
Failure
Final
Found
Dead
Die, dying
Death,
Need death
I must
D I E
need to
Just
FCKING DIE
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 2:26 PM UTC
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.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
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
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
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.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
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
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
sadly, I'm sadder
in this moment than I was
just moments ago
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
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 slope--
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
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
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!
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:41 AM UTC
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
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
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.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
in chlorine soaked clothes
we take our highs with our lows
you'll know when it shows
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
learn(in)g
to (love) myself
a l(i)ttle bit LIGHTer
(let)ting the laughs
linger longer (in)
the (lows)
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
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.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
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.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
But how do I be happy
when I'm so comfortable being sad?
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC