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Devastated and delirious
Feeling so suicidal
feeling so devastated
devastated and destroyed
devastated and ravaged
ravaged and ruined
ravaged and wasted
wasted and inconsolable
wasted and brokenhearted
brokenhearted and afflicted
brokenhearted and grieving
grieving and mournful
grieving and anguished
anguished and in despair
anguished and despondent
despondent and dejected
despondent and depressed
depressed and disheartened
depressed and downcast
downcast and gloomy
downcast and saddened
saddened and pitiful
saddened and pained
pained and anxious
pained and moody
moody but encouraged
moody but heartened
heartened and comforted
heartened and hopeful
hopeful and reassured
hopeful and contented
contented and cheerful
contented and happy
happy and merry
happy and joyful
joyful and delighted
joyful and radiant
radiant and jubilant
radiant and elated
elated and exhilarated
elated and exultant
exultant and gladdened
exultant and blissful
blissful and ecstatic
blissful and enraptured
enraptured and transported
enraptured and delirious
delirious and walking on air
delirious and transcendent
transcendent
air
50 line blitz
emotional roller coaster what a ride!
John Derek Hamilton
July 26,2016
A strong and new friendship was born at the cancer clinic
Both cry, they had lost the driving force to look forward
The pleasure of a long life and everything they had planned for the future
Hopes and longings ... lost dreams like the shadow of the snake in paradise
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
Everyday life is characterized by grief but also joy
They knew how precious this friendship was //
They talk about everything, even what has never been told before
Like two burning lights that become one
Dealing with the strongest storms ... incoming waves that wrap
Emotional support and confidence in death's waiting room
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
The inkhouse at the writing desk, the tears turn black
They do not have time to wait, see if the wounds will grow //
Life before and after diagnosed cancer of the pancreas
Uncontrolled cell growth, the most dangerous cancer
There are many emotions, thoughts and reactions
A journey separating the road from the deep mountains
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
Anxiety, the treatment is tough, they both know it
An emotional roller coaster, they both spin //
Brothers without blood tie, neither the same mother or father
The last journey was planned without luggage
Two young men, the youngest 28 and the oldest 32
I know, because I followed them as a nurse at hospital
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
"Light a candle for us tonight, nurse Ann"
A small wish in meaningless battle that eventually ends with a loss //
~ ~ ~
Listen ... clear clinking from heavy keys,
on the other side of the door
The angels are waiting
The pain disappeared
The sun went down
Rest in peace
Amen
12.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
1st place in the contest
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.
Everyone who is anyone
Knows of our darling Queen Eileen
I graciously bow in her presence each day
In respect for her lofty station on the Soup
It's an emotional roller coaster we ride
But when we hitch a ride with this beauty
We are assured we will make it through
Queen Eileen's passion for life
Is contagious infecting everyone
Whose lives she touches
I am proud to say, Cathie and I
Are two of those fortunate souls
To call Queen Eileen an extra special
Most loveable of loving friends
Everyone who is anyone
Knows of our darling Queen Eileen
© Jack Ellison 2014
What's wrong what's right, what's wrong what's not
emotional roller coaster and I can't stop it, my pride I
gotta swallow it, apologies not because I'm apologetic but
because it seems like the easy way out, the words that
come out my mouth don't watch what's in my heart, so
despite how I feel or how I felt I chose to dearly depart,
I'm lost with no map no compass I'm so double minded
because yesterday you were the only one I wanted now
I'm so threw I guess that was my cue to leave fairy tales
only exist in disney movies and I'm too realistic to try and
deceive so its best to leave than for no reason stay and
grieve I was drowning in that deep blue sea its time to
breathe
Somewhat spoken;
Smolding
Broken
For I speak life I am whole
Not Broken BROKEN
I know we are not broken
Yet there were moments Walking on the space covered ground Bronze Sand speckled dust every blade of grass on the black and brown darkened land strips in pieces
I KNOW WE ARE NOT BROKEN
People looking through windows that are dirty and smudged . Hoping to find beauty looking out but yet feeling love. While within failing decision distinct the strange cracked ravished blood shot eyes. Complicated other feelings they remain hoping
Somewhat spoken;
Smolding
Broken
For I speak life I am whole
Not I busted, I am whole
I KNOW WE ARE NOT BROKEN
Hopeless sporadic static feelings Hardin concrete parts cauliflower mushed brain mind reeling. The brain ?? thinks about happy thoughts
I know we ARE NOT BROKEN
Feeling life frozen inwardly disposing emotional roller coaster savoring ups and downs righteously a boating abounding feelings of ?? broken
I know
WE ARE NOT BROKEN
Somewhat spoken;
Smolding
Broken
For I speak life I am whole
Not I busted, I am whole
You have not cause you ask not.
Deceiving yourself.
Rejoice once sadden ? Heart
You're welcomed given daily breaths
I must admit sometime in life we are longitude held down by gravity Wearing a frown but I refocus I contest I'm favorably blessed.Just in instant just a second like a vase falling on the ground broken I speak life until myself I am presently whole this I have spoken
I NO
WE ARE NOT BROKEN
No more you nor I
Neither fell, no falling
We stand raised eyes, heart, arms and hands
No more broken...
We are WHOLE SPOKEN
WE ARE NOT ?? BROKEN
Hallelujah thus say the Lord
I am having being birth of Heaven's core. I was placed here on this terrain Earth like the original inhabitants. As my generational Adam, I am the caretaker of this dirt. On Loan soil
Praise God for whom all blessings flow
Elohim
10/31/24
by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
a Dramatic Monologue verse
Of all the lanes we could go down,
Memory Lane may be the most dangerous of all.
If you choose to take a trip down this lane,
There are a few precautions it would be wise to take.
Be prepared for an emotional roller coaster,
Ideally you should start the journey emotionally detached,
With any preconceived ideas left behind,
And take time to visit more than just past wrongs,
It is a journey best postponed if suffering from fuzzy logic
Or Selective memory loss.
Wearing rose tinted glasses may not be a good idea.
Choose wisely any travelling companions.
Avoid alcohol or drugs for 24 hours before starting journey.
If you think the journey down is problematic,
The return journey may be more so.
Checking your baggage before you start back is a must,
As hate and prejudice along with others too numerous to mention,
Are always looking to hitch a ride,
Blame is looking for an easy transfer.
Virtual memories are waiting to be picked up by the unwary.
You should not stop at some places after dark.
If you want to avoid bitterness setting in.
To increase your chances of a successful journey
Down this lane and back.
As with most journeys,
Preparation and having realistic expectations are key,
Along with the right music to set the tone.
And don't forget your sense of fun and a willingness to explore
All that is available.
If you're looking for change,
don’t wait for kindness to reward you,
or for broken systems to apologize.
Look in the mirror,
Ask yourself
if today was built on truth.
The kids we tried to help
I wish I could give them softer starts.
But the truth?
Even with soft starts
Life can lead to hard ends
If you run the wrong way.
Drugs don’t just cost you money.
They cost you memory.
Opportunity.
The look in your child’s eyes
When dinner’s late
again, they wonder why.
Drugs cost your dignity.
The price is never negotiable.
The choice lands squarely
on your shoulders.
And when you're grown,
No matter how bad your beginning,
Your decisions ripple outward.
Into your lover's dreams.
Into your child's life.
Into someone else’s heartbreak.
So start with honesty.
Build a skill.
Hold a job.
If you’ve got pain,
Don’t feed it poison,
write it,
sing it,
run through it,
But don’t let it eat your future.
Because improving your life
It isn’t magic.
It’s work.
And that work begins
When you stop blaming everyone else
and start building a life.
You wish someone had built for you.
A child with a plan can build success
Reading to your child
builds their ability to read
Don't just blame teachers
because you didn't do your share
Teaching your children
to catch and hit a ball
teaches coordination
They didn't ask to be born
Your arguments and fights
destroy their world
Fear can create damage
Anger creates fear
Alcohol, drugs, and smokes
Addictions cost money
family money
The money for food and nappies
your arguments
create an emotional toll
an emotional roller coaster
As your family comes close to breaking
Don't blame others
for your mistakes
Don't blame others
because you're broke
Your choice made your life
whose choice is creating your family's life
Every day, we make a choice
Better choices create better lives
Love,
I swear it's an emotional roller coaster
I wasn't suppose to fall in love so fast but I did
and thats the thing
I didn't know what I had till it was gone
and now my mental has me thinking
I did everything wrong
maybe I did, maybe I didn't
but now that my heart is in construction
I see myself doing more & more lusting
but deep down all I was looking for
was a woman who I could call my woman
my lady & somebody who I'll be happy to say
she's pregnant wit my baby
yeah to some of y'all it might sound crazy
but at an early age I chose to understand love
prior to my heart gettin thrown in the mud
that 1st love of mine she changed my mental
but I'm just explaining to y'all
just explaining what I been threw
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears