"rollercoasters" poems
One day, I'm begging for help, screaming and crying
Another day, I'm silent, knowing that I don't deserve it.
Thus, I end up getting help when I don't feel I deserve it and not getting it when I desperately need it.
I hate rollercoasters like that.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Love is like a rollercoaster
Some are excited at first
Some people are scared
Some are terrified
Some don't even get in
When the trip starts
Some get butterflies
Some hold hands
Some shiver
The ride start upwards
Some gets anxious
Wants to get off
Some are just excited for the ride
The first hill is climbed
And it only goes down from here
Some put the hands in the air
Some scream
Some catch their breathes
Some close their eyes
Some want to go off
Some never wants it to end
Happiness
Tears
Laughs
Knowing that the journey will end
Hoping it won't
Photos get taken
To remember in the future
The ride start slowing down
Some scream: "One more time"
Some are just happy to get off
The ride stops completely
Some decide to take the rollercoaster again
Some decide to take another
Some goes home
When I were a child I learned
Never leave an amusementpark
Before last man standing
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
I love roller coasters.
I love the old rickety ones that jar my spine and push me into my little sister and i can feel our ribcages collide with the
click-click-click as they slowly build suspense and propel me towards the sun.
my last boyfriend hated them. He felt that his stomach couldn’t stand up to the drop of gravity so he ran at the sight of the climb up to reason and fled the line when i unbuckled my seatbelt.
i love waiting in line for a **** good thrill, and i count down the minutes until the spill of my scream echoes into the hairspray of the woman in front of me as she holds the hand of her cut-offs husband.
i guess you aren’t one to pine for the wooden tracks of thrill, either. but last night i lay in bed, on my side, trying to memorize the planes of your face, trying to calculate the angle of your nose as it leans slightly to your right, you tell me it’s crooked, i tell you it is lovely. it is the finest architecture this side of eiffel tower and you run your hands from the top of my collarbone, down the valley of my waist to the top of my hip, and you tell me you wish you had a tiny car to run along the line.
most of all i love the fall.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
but when i said
‘living on the edge,’
this was never
what i meant.
what i meant was real party all night
without parents’ permission;
not a pity party at night
with my self-destructing notions.
what i meant was real rollercoasters,
or go on life adventures;
not roller coasters
of all my life’s emotions.
what i meant was swim in the ocean,
or face my darkest fear.
not an ocean of my
darkest fears face me.
but i when i said
put ‘happy’ and ‘die’ together,
i meant to actually ‘die happy’
not to be ‘happy dying.’
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
making sandcastles at the beach while being basked by the sun
quickly turned into doors slamming so hard that the room vibrates
laughing until our ribs felt like they would burst
quickly turned into insults that would rot my soul away
jubilantly screaming on rollercoasters and squeezing hands tightly
quickly turned into punches and threats
smiles that shined brightly with purity and joy
quickly turned into tears that i'd find myself drowning in every night
being daddy's little girl
quickly turned into being the one that got away
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 11:19 AM UTC
My name is Courtney. My favorite colors are black and white because that's how I see everything. I'm usually loud in places I should be quiet and quiet in places I should be loud. I usually laugh too much, and smile when I don't want to. I like to meet new people but I don't like having super close friendships.
I like being left alone, most days I never leave my room.
I'm a scorpio but to be honest I have no idea what that means.
I have an odd fascination with things like the ocean and lights and coffee.
I like temporary things and that's why I tend to love people who could never love me back.
Its safer that way. Relationships only remind me that I'm not afraid of spiders or heights or rollercoasters but I'm terrified of everything that can be felt but not seen.
I have a purple heart. I got it because I'm constantly beating myself up about things and people I can't fix or make better.
I always try to swallow my pride but I choke on the words I can't say and my self esteem drowns out anything and everything that could be good or right in my life. My self esteem hates anything that could ever get close enough to hear me breathe. My self esteem is so scared of anyone that could ever hurt me like when I was 8 years old living through world war 3 in the place I called home.
I never sleep in complete darkness because that forces my eyes to see nothing but only feel what I'm afraid of.
I can't read letters without them being proof read first. I'm always so afraid that it'll blood stained by someone I love saying goodbye.
I hate goodbyes. I hate leaving doors open because open doors eventually get shut and that closed door stings more than any tear that ever rolled down my cheek.
This sounds so weird, but I wonder what my demons say about me when I'm not around. I wonder if they laugh at my weakness. I wonder if they were there when my friend heard me throwing up my pain into the toilet in my school's bathroom. I wonder if they saw me try to rip out the happiness of every picture I saw the boy I loved and his new girl in.
I don't allow myself to cry as often as I need to. I don't let myself grieve. I don't allow anyone to know anything about the first 13 years of my life. Because I know once I open that door, they will be scared of such a damaged me, that they will close it before I finish the story.
I do believe in God. I believe he didn't save me. I believe I've had to save myself all these years until I let him save me.
I'm Courtney. Nice to meet you.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Up, down, all around,
Twirling, whirling, blurs of sound,
Din of colours, clashing loud,
Speed rushing,
Time pulling,
Air flowing,
Gliding upwards,
Sky so blue,
Flying downwards,
See you soon,
Laughter floating all around,
Scents dancing home from town,
Pink clouds sold on sticks,
Enchanted by magic tricks,
Music falling to the ground,
Happiness all around.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
I don't like rollercoasters.
That is all.
Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
Some people are afraid of love
and falling from unknown heights
I ride the tallest and fastest rollercoasters
over and over again
but can't bring myself
to eat in front of those I fall so quickly for
I'm not afraid of falling
I'll even take the jump
I'm afraid of sleeping with the door open
because someone might see the real me
I told you I was busy
that night you asked me to go ice skating
When really I couldn't decide what would hurt more-
breaking a promise to my friends
or watching you watch me fail
You sleep with the door closed, too
I know because I'm behind it with you
On Friday nights
when late night thoughts and beer
make the perfect mixed drink
to sip on while getting to know someone
Even though I still don't eat in front of you
You've seen the way I sleep,
the way I look when I wake up,
tasted my hungover mouth,
and felt every inch of me
I think I'm ready to go ice skating now
Maybe even with dinner before
But let's keep the door closed when we sleep,
I like it better that way
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Carnival in the city, you looked at me
Soft flickers,
Bulbs that kept me awake.
Spoke to me in vintage music
I was a clown.
Carnival in the city, you squeezed my chest.
Pulled me by my pigtails,
Thrusted into pastel carousels at rest
Turned into empire state rollercoasters
I wailed,
I wasn’t tall enough to ride yet.
But I liked it.
Cotton candy in my best tulle dress,
I’ve got my frilly socks in a mess,
I thought there was nothing else across.
You got me stuffed bears at the ring toss.
We spun too fast.
The bulbs flickered off.
I wiped the paint off my face and
Caught sight of the Carnival in the country instead.
And your beauty dissipates.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:26 AM UTC
you taught me fear
and a mistrust of strangers
now I have no friends
and am scared of rollercoasters
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 2:47 PM UTC
For all the empty promises, the crocodile tears, the anger, the emotions in general. For the tears, and the hurt, and the longing. For the good times along with the bad times. For the adventures and the laughter and the prancing and the frolicking.
For the beaches and the overlooks and the rollercoasters and and the drugs and the beer and the shenanigans. For the casinos and the hotel rooms, for the crazy people and the jokes we made about them. For all of it.
I love you
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Be careful of close auditoriums
And thick stanchioned stadiums
Watch out for iron gussetted doorframes
And bar covered windows
For your loneliness will trap you there
Backed up against the steel barriers
And probe your trembling thoughts
With it's dark truncheon.
Stay away from mirrors
Which can reveal your state of solitude
Automobiles which will show your inertia
Rollercoasters which can skitter you into the past
Without so much as a roll-bar
And arms, perhaps most dangerous of all-
Just before nightfall.
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 8:01 AM UTC
I will tell you a little story
About mountaintops,
And how despite being
Six-foot
Nothing
I have always had a fear of
Heights, and rollercoasters,
And falling.
Somewhere in here
Is a love poem.
Good timing too.
I was about to talk
About how my greatest fear
Is not the crash,
The tightly knit crunch
Of rock on
Shattered bone,
But rather
The limbo that hangs between
You, and inevitable
Ground
Like a poorly written apology.
One you could never
Find yourself
Reciting
Out loud
For fear
Of having your voice catch
Just as
You hit
The earth.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
but she'll crack a joke and it'll fry in the pan
yoke running suntans like we're not burnt
plan like we weren't drowning in tick marks
learnt that those sparks don't set us alight
snarks sizzle and kite our cheap cameras up
fight or flight, cock-ups stroll us over to both
makeup's made of oaths and expired lippies
and
growth was just memories we'd left behind
cities were left unsigned and roosters hum
spellbinds bit off crumbs of our holidays
sums done sideways with scrambled minds
haze of upturned blinds flip us sunny-side
rinds of orange chide us but our hats are gone
stride down, we egg on, sandals beg mercy
but
crayons colour sprees in glasses-off views
degrees weren't those corkscrew rollercoasters
drive-thru karaoke, poster bed fairy lights dim
toasters retorted, skim reading as shoes kick dust
limbs stiff, favour a cuss but don't do big talk
buses see less than walks, distance is a job
toolbox couldn't fix this throb.
so
maybe if we hadn't lit the fuse twice
it might not have fireworked so quick
but i'm glad we rolled that dice
getting summered was a cement
to those heat-blown bricks.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
First among many.
That was me, to you; the first from the last.
The last among many.
That was you, to me; the last from the rest.
Quite a nice position, wasn't it?
A woman of many talents,
of many stories that were too late told,
of hardships in silence buried.
A lifetime of rollercoasters,
of standing on a pedestal
and being struck to the ground,
heel to skull, teeth to pavement,
threatening to never let up.
Yet you did, and have not spoken of it since.
Do the words 'too little, too late' ring any bells?
Does the phrase 'less is more' still hold true?
In my mind, I see you in an ocean of darkness
Helpless, and friendless,
suffering in silence.
Yet, you're hardened by years of experience,
of hurt in the dark, of scars in the night.
You, an old dog,
and one of your oldest tricks --
licking your wounds in isolation,
willing the world to do its worst
as you weathered the storm,
one that you've already withstood before.
I can only describe you as an Inverse;
a woman who,
ignoring her own palms skinned to muscle, to bone,
built ramps and laid bridges
to give children enough space to run;
who, turning her back from a life of rejection and hate,
showered everyone with only gratitude, and love,
and everything that she knew she deserved but never received.
You, who brought words to life
in a language so deeply underappreciated,
have rendered the world speechless.
You, who have shown strength
in the face of adversity,
have rendered your blood weak.
A woman of contradictions,
contradictions of the best kind --
for even in death, we celebrate life.
Nov 2, 2019
Nov 2, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I close my eyes and the black sea rises.
As I try to sleep, I feel my body sway.
My dreams are filled with many surprises.
So I force myself to stay awake till the next day.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 8:45 AM UTC
In the beginning it was beautiful, Every day so romantic, Thanking God for sending me such an amazing human being. But seasons change and people forget what they proclaimed.
Waiting for your phone call even though it never came. I can't make you love me the way you did before. Your love is confusing yet tantalizing. Like a drug I keep going and screaming your name.
To stay with you is a pattern but for some It's a pattern of disbelief. I don't even blame them because I struggle to plan even the simplest of things. Let alone thinking I'm in love with the commander in chief.
Make up your mind. I want you. I hate you. I don't love you. This is a danger zone. I'm crazy over you but despise everything about you. You're down for the ride but we both are not ready for a lifetime.
Who cares right? Rollercoasters have their highs and lows and still are lots of fun. Love is not set by definition but the way you make me feel. So I guess if I'm happy for a short time It's better than being sad till the end of time.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
Find me my only chap!
I saw him play with the kaleidoscopes
Right here
He left for the telescope
Over there
I noticed his cap on the sofa!
He must have gone to the playground
He love Rollercoasters!
Where I my only lad?
Did he go to play in the woods?
I stereotype he's lost!
Who will call me mother?
Who will listen to my folktales
When the moon is out to dance?
Sun please shine!
When my nation cries out! please wind
Blow me back to her!
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
An encounter
that shook the stars
made them shoot across
the sky, urging lovers
to throw wishes
here and there
with no hope in mind
She time-traveled at his "hello"
he shook at her reply
what happened to the cosmos?
could they have re-arranged?
what magical power took over the Earth
to make gravity none-existent?
She felt weightless
but heavy with her past
he sweat out all his mistakes
or was his body too close to her sun
that he melted at her sight
He wanted to speak almanacs of his years past
but choked at the dense night sky
his lungs shrunk in capacity
his mind forgot the ability to verbalize
vocalize,
his mind forgot all sense of language
except that of none-verbal nature
She wanted to strangle him
with the chains that left marks on her heart
the wounds that she turned to beautiful tattoos
the pickled emotions she had left on that shelf
in a desolate basement
She wanted to give him a taste
of what "hurt" felt like back then
and how it morphed her into a beautiful
thick skinned creature, fearless of rollercoasters
who's highs are intoxicating and who's lows
are deadly
But..
He...
Her...
Hell visited Earth that day
all its fires burned all sense of logic
turned emotions to ashes
it anesthetized what drives the heart
into overdrive
The universe confused its laws of physics
gravity lost, oxygen reduced, weightlessness ruled
everyone was high
Something was wrong
it didn't feel like it was happening
She had her taste of inception
a dream within a dream within
a mind diluted with nothing but sobriety
how could this be?
He was speaking in intervals
cut with silences that caused earthquakes in meaning
intercepted with glares that burned the wildest of wild fires
Life you threw one hell of a curveball
that changed the orbit of her being
Turning her the other way
slowing down time
or so it felt
What the hell is happening
She has this under control
When her schizophrenic selves
came out to play
they failed miserably
She gawked at
his jittery hands
eyes
dilated with confusion
glazed with hesitation
filled with questions
surreal
ethereal
not happening
pinch me
Please
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 3:43 AM UTC
Children running free
Children running wild
Let me light you golden paths
Let me feed, your tender growth
Let me teach you
Right form wrong
The line within
You cannot see
But you will learn deep inside
Light is not dark
Shadows do not walk
In the streets of your heart
You will jump back and forth
And so it is throughout life
Rollercoasters of success
Rollercoaster of defeat
Climb on board for your ride
As you twist and you turn
The line within you cannot see
The paths ahead may seem all too straight
Where they lead you do not know
And so you grow
A pendulum in your heart
A shining path yours to follow
The line within you may not see
I will teach and you will learn
And it will guide
Your every step
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
You could learn a lot about a person by whether or not they like rollercoasters.
A dream told me that once.
So when I woke up I asked people what they thought.
I didn’t know how to decipher their answers
Until recently.
There are two types of people in this world
Those whose chaos is consistent
Their weekends are filled because they don’t have time to listen; they just have time to do.
Most of them smoke (not all) because filling their lungs is the next best thing to filling their hearts.
Patience is unbeknownst to them.
Life is always playing a game of catch up, because they move too quickly to understand
that good things come to those who wait.
They hate rollercoasters. The track doesn’t lie straight; they can handle the speed but not the turns.
Then there are those whose chaos comes in bouts.
They lead life in an endless line of day to day
They lock windows during thunderstorms
Afraid of what the sky might share
These are the ones to be cautious of.
When their hectic hits, it’s a ******* typhoon
No amount of alcohol and cigarettes can contain them.
Rollercoasters are for them, because they’ve grown used to crazy coming in twists.
They are patient souls
Life doesn’t need to prove itself to them.
They are content with short weekends and long weeks.
I don’t know if all of this is true.
Perhaps I’m deciphering it all wrong
But you could still learn a lot about a person by whether or not they like rollercoasters.
I love them.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC
There is a churning,
spurning surge
like sickly sushi
or bad first dates
rollercoasters
Take it slow, I say
take it no more
than two days at a time
like when your brother
slipped, fell fell fell
down the basement steps
Remember that?
Let it fester
lactic acid
Let it drown
Let it bloat
Then make your
chalk outline
of feelings deceased
Let it waver or
whimper or wallow
but don't let it go.
This is the beginning
of your next great write.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Her life is a rollercoaster
Full of highs and lows.
Sometimes scream inducing or euphoria filled.
Sometimes mild, barely detectable.
High for a minute, a week, a year
Low for a moment, a sleepless night,
A lifetime, she feared.
Her life is a rollercoaster
Full of highs and lows.
And she is afraid of rollercoasters.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
Pain comes and goes -
actually sometimes it just comes.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 8:42 AM UTC