The sun is shining,
Divine timing aligning,
I'm defining the ride,
Deciding what to choose,
You can't lose this game,
You're creating every frame,
Aim for loving things,
It brings the best experience,
A chance for you to see,
True beauty in motion,
An emotional roller coaster,
A host to all creation,
A vibration so high,
You'll feel like you're flying,
Trying to surf the waves,
Behave like you should,
It feels really good,
If you truly understood,
It would change how you see,
The ability to re arrange reality,
Through a loving mentality,
Rising above each situation,
Knowing your relation to it all,
No longer feeling small,
When you fall into the swell,
Temporarily it feels like hell,
Stop to smell the roses,
The sun rose again today,
And I chose the same play.
In the end we said our farwells
Felt like what we had just died
Though our own personal hells
And the fact that l always tried
It was like walking on egg shells
Always tip-toing around her pride
When l think of her kiss and tells
Her true feelings she would hide
Though unlike the marrage vouls
Were my feelings ever justified
I think loVe maddness it spells
An emotional roller coaster ride
Again an old wriite idea from 2014
Couple of lines taken from poem calked loVe 2014 and some words were used in poems slip and slide 2020 and hearts retreat again abab and again about oast relationship
Children's giggles, the melody I enjoy.
Glowing faces, the golden era of joy.
Their moms shout, the sun sets,
music stops—a break from hearing, "YAYAYA OUT".
Sometimes the genre shifts;
a deep convo between lovers hits.
Some cries, some smiles,
an emotional roller coaster,
a compilation of human files.
The dogs run, the air's fresh.
People exercise, talk about mesh,
share their pain, resolve them,
take the energy, smile—worth a gem.
The old tales hymns everywhere.
The grandpa reminisces about his prime time,
misses those people he still cares.
Sad one sits, prays to God.
Life's a movie I have watched.
In your presence, I rode an emotional roller coaster.
A wild journey through peaks and valleys, no poster.
From dizzying heights to the depths of a dungeon.
You stir my soul, unraveling emotions, no truncheon.
My defenses crumble. Humility takes the throne.
As the guarded walls fall, vulnerability begins to grow.
My soul sponge, you could absorb both joy and strife.
A paradoxical addiction—the essence of life.
So here I am, in this loveless mess.
A captive willingly submitted.
As sanity and reason gradually diminish.
My emotional compass spins without prediction.
Being in love with you—an exquisite affliction.
The heart’s escapades are wild and uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
False evidence, a delusion, complete fiction.
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence.
Involuntary passion is beyond consolation.
Goodbye, codependence; hello independence.
You love me, then leave me alone,
Loving you is not good for me,
it’s recklessly wrong.
It’s trouble.
Oh, the dark grey shapeless clouds,
How they win the battle of the sky,
Their illusions cast shadows,
On the field, where dreams fly high.
In the midst of this surreal scene,
I sit here, suspended, waiting,
As tears flow like an endless stream,
Silenced by the night, in solitude, fading.
Loneliness engulfs me, profound and deep,
A hollow feeling that transcends,
I fall into a depth, I cannot keep,
My heart aches, and my soul bends.
As the clouds continue their conquest,
I feel as if I've been here before,
If we could start over, what would be best?
Could we do any better, than what we have in store?
This emotional roller coaster we ride,
Leaves us hurt and feeling so lost,
With stoned eyes, we often choose to hide,
The truth, that it was never the cost.
My mind drifts, into the unknown,
My heart, a shadow in this world of light,
Seeking to forge a path, all alone,
Suspended forever, against the shadow, I fight.
For in the midst of this surreal scene,
It's the hope that keeps us going,
The faith that things will change, and we'll be seen,
Through the darkness, the light will keep glowing
Reap me away from the faces of life.
Pull me toward that endless burning light.
Discovery the eternal enjoyment living life thought God's eyes.
Overwhelming by the portrait God stored of me and mine.
The danger that I only see it is so near.
Deep within my heart growing impatiently is fear.
The lust I once seek out to concord and conquest.
It is really the love that I'll miss out of all this mess.
Who's to say, "You are the fool, who took her back home."
I reply, "I don't want to be a fool home all alone!"
In a role of being a father all of your options are limit.
You work for everything in life, but your money is already spent.
Remember life is one big emotional roller coaster ride.
Inside of you that heartbeat will tell you not to hide.
Catya Le'Na Hargrove...
My child I love you more than life itself.
Streams of love fall from my face when I have a thought of you.
Thank you Lord for giving me backs my inspiration so I can love two.
Copyright.
L.L. Hargrove.
A shout into the void, or a whispered wish,
amplifies the loneliness you feel within.
And like the sheer beauty of a lionfish,
lust lures the naive and the curious in.
Love's an emotional roller coaster ride,
that leaves you feeling drained from the tears you've cried.
And in its free-fall moments, you want to scream:
for it feels more like a nightmare than a dream.
Author Dana Redricks
January 22, 2017
I’m hurting
I’m laughing
I’m crying
Sometimes I feel like
I’m dying
I’m living
I'm loving
my life feels like
Emotional roller-coaster
so many emotions
So unsteady like the waves
On the ocean
This is my life going through
The motions
2016 was an emotional roller coaster
fought myself a thousand times in my head,
release don't allow the pain hinder you,
cried until I made my pillow distress
beat myself up about the decisions I've made
Went within my soul
Went into isolation
my eyes opened up,
to who occurred sincerely
which was false,
In the end, everyone stood bogusly
2017 will be a great year
going for everything I desire to accomplish
become a magnificent poet, and author
the rotten apples are gone
zero in my space to distract me
no more pity parties
To read a poem is to read the writers most intimate feelings.
The gnawing pain the empty loneliness the utopian joy; dwelling on one at a time or on all of them at once as if the writer were on an emotional roller coaster.
You see the poet takes you on a ride to where you almost never go.
Into yourself: Making you pickup what you so often try to keep down.
Tempting you to touch what you sometimes deem forbidden.
So! let the poet take you on an adventure of new discoveries.
Pickup and touch those things you are afraid of and you just might find they help more than they hurt.
Being with you is an emotional roller coaster …instability
You circulate my emotions from the heights to the dungeon
my guards are down I own the humility
You are the destroyer of my being, my soul sponge
Being in love with you is my only addiction
Escapades of the heart is uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
It’s false evidence, a delusion, complete fiction
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence
Involuntary passion is not consolable
Good bye codependence; hello independence
You love me and then leave me alone
Loving you is not good for me, it’s recklessly wrong
It’s Dysfunctional!!
©2014
Don’t fall in love with a poet.
By Jude Kyrie
I look into your trusting beautiful eyes.
You are so lovely so gentle and loving.
I wonder if you know yet
you will leave me.
For you are playing
with a tinder box.
And I am a gallon of gasoline.
The fire is inevitable.
You will find out there
A man who is gentle
with a loving heart
He will see only
the beauty in you.
You will have become
tired of my poetry
The emotional roller coaster
I choose to live on.
Weary of the poets afflictions
for red wine and infidelity.
You will fall into his bed
and he will welcome you.
Into his much stronger arms
than mine can ever be.
I shall return
to writing love poems
Poems that are
real to my heart
But to a woman
that cannot ever exist.
I shall frequent
the slam bars of the city.
And sleep with
the women who think its
Romantic to bed a poet.
Yet never ask
my last name.
So strike your tinder box.
Create a spark.
Save yourself
as I ignite into
flames before you.
My mind, my heart, my soul,
Is so frustrated, tired and confused.
They have all turned darker than coal,
They are so angered, hurt and tortured.
They all have different solutions,
Different opinions and rules.
They can’t decide on one conclusion,
They just don’t have any clues.
They’ve been riding for a long time,
On this emotional roller coaster.
they’ve been punished, not knowing their crime,
they’ve been pinched by pincers of a lobster!
They’ve been twisted and turned,
Sometimes on ice, sometimes on fire.
They’ve been called, “cheat” and “liar”…
What is this upon me?
I’m only, just a teen.
How can this be upon me?
God! Save the queen…
We are born to crying
Tears smiles and pride
Live our lives hearts desire
Emotional roller coaster ride
Guidance from our elders
Often not absorbed
Until we make mistakes
Than are questions are ignored
So many paths to follow
So much to learn
Feed your brain
Buy a house money to earn
We all end the same
No air to breathe
Blood drained from our veins
For some it's magical
A ride of pure delight
Others drown senses
Obscuring every plight
Many blinded by
Lessons of life
Will make a second quest
On earth
souls torture and trife!
Death, the final frontier
Infinity is ended
You no longer
Have a care
The living are left
To clean and carry on
Make sense of it all
Long after you are gone.
I knelt down and did up her zipper -
Mum struggles with her sight you see
She kissed me gently on the top of my head
and said
‘things I did for you as a child ...
now you do for me’
12th April
The above happened yesterday - I am on massive emotional roller coaster with mum at the moment 3 amazing days and today she’s not so good and I’m struggling with the emotions
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