My highs are so high I feel like it’s finally safe to breathe
But my lows are so low I can’t figure out what I need
As I sit in my car with tears running down my cheeks
I feel kind of silly and out of place
Nothing makes sense to me
What is safe for me?
I’m living with my thoughts packed in tight
And when I start to sort through them, I don’t feel right
It’s so deep
And I wish it would stop
I try to avoid situations I know will make me feel this way
But I pull them in and here they lay
Resting in pieces
A million of them I can’t put back together
And I’m really trying this time
I want to be happy without all this bullcrap holding me
But sometimes highs and lows are all I know
And it’s so hard to let go
While weed could help your mood soften
Dear roommate you toked too often
The pot you would smoke
On you played a joke
As you're at rest in a coffin
big puffy clouds
rarely seen; a Georgia high
soul returns to spacious place
Green Valley mountain
when it's red it’s time to drink
On a high; these puffy clouds
back in Georgia heat
green leaves love this Summer treat
sky eyes are dry; not a drop
Green Valley cacti
more than a drop of sunrise
in its tequila dry heat
I visit not move
to the Senora Desert
it creeps with dreadful shadows
Georgia has its own
familiar coyote, fox
so I’ll stay where I belong
dusty the old West
drunks, soiled doves, shootouts, Cowboys
you can still walk Tombstone streets
bawdy brothels lined
Collins Street back in the day
Georgia had its fill of sins
Last week was filled with extreme highs and lows
Having a loved one with mental illness and substance abuse
Can be like that, with threats of suicide one day
And the decision to finally go to rehab the next
My own emotions swing with the circumstances
But a lot of times I feel numb, yet try to stay positive
With a smile on my face and in my mind,
I continually count my my blessings
Grateful that I still have my son with me,
Because we have come very close to losing him before
The swings are much better than a gut wrenching loss
Yet, the journey is still a tough road to travel
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
You're worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grasp the brass ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
Do you delight in exaltation?
In those neon bright lights
I’ve been mesmerized before
You are in the breathless highs
But best in the captivating lows
Exquisitely in temptations
Divinely in the mundane
How long will I deny you?
Seeking your high like a drug
I forsake you on the cross
Run to sin city with a die
High on my own ego, I go
But you are easy in the lows
Cloistered in empty times
Chastened by old high times
I make dull your ordinary
Keep me sharp as your tool
Or stalwart as a boring tree
If only I have faith in cycles
Not flickering with exaltation
Not dulled by the doldrums
Then I will praise you
In the dying of my highs
Down in the ordinary life
We cannot calm the turbulence in the open sky.
We must bear with its disharmony as it passes us by ~Quote by poet
Tempestuous moods erupt within, a tumultuous severe agitation
Brings forth undulating vibrations, exploding with a pounding pulsation
Retributions unholy, big blue-sky echoes with conflicting resound
When the balefully coarse maligning words mercilessly expound
Somedays gliding my way high through a stream of consciousness
Taken back by the waves soaring low to a destiny that seems endless
My soul, wrenched and wretched, lets loose from my clutching mind
Over the ocean, tempest-tossed above knotty seas less than kind
Excuse if you will my slashing unabiding, dismissive demeanor
Never shall I find where tides gently flow, and grass that is greener
Clashing and clawing through dark gathering clouds are my fate
Exit you my friend from my world and my presence before it’s too late
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
It's worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grasp the brass ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
The highs, the greatest of highs.
The lows, the darkest of lows.
Feeling rainbows and butterflies.
The pain of fear, and lost control.
You love me? I know, I think so...
I'm not worthy? I guess not...
they love us, it's all for show...
you hurt me, but won't get caught.
You're screaming, but I'm to blame?
Throwing things, but my fault?
It all feels... too insane...
I yell back, and then I'm wrong?
Losing track of how it began.
No sense in all these choices,
I should have kiss and ran,
trapped in... promising voices.
Chewed me up, spit me out,
this rage, too indescribable.
Why did I not trust the doubts?
This end... was so damn probable.
I
Don't quit. You will win
Alcoholics Anonymous includes God
The lesson: You have a spirit key
That can take you to victory
Never give in: be it good or dark, addiction
Jesus for me, demoted love as emotion
II
Love is action, a verb
Not Conquest, Souvenir, Trophy to brag
On Facebook, social media, & kick to the kerb
The one you took pictures with: proof
You have what it takes to make IT luv U
So emotional highs & lows are addictions
Though sometimes abuse, not a crime
But I needed Jesus to help me discern
To make good judgment, hard with loved ones
After years of trying, bible education, power
Came in drops & drips: So, beloved don't quit
The good fight: fight for what's Good. Jesus did
My day was filled with highs and lows
But isn’t that the way life goes?
The joys show up and then the woes;
That’s what’s to be expected.
So smiles are followed fast by frowns;
We alternate the ups and downs,
With neon moods that switch to browns
And leave us quite dejected.
Of course, our focus, if we’re cool,
Should be the highs, which give us fuel
To plow ahead and overrule
All negatives detected.
The highs feel like I’m alive
I’m doing amazing
But I’m anxious
I’m hurting
But everything is clean
I seem okay
That’s all that matters
The lows feel of nothing
Numbness
The mess and piles of wrappers
Feeling nothing but hurt
Everyone knows I’m in pain
That’s all that matters
The hunter - he stood on the shores of the loch
The monster - she watched as she lurked by a rock
The sighting - he spotted her head as she rose
The teasing - she vanished, except for her nose
The photo - he needed the proof she was there
The posing - she looked at the lens with a glare
The success - he shouted, 'This cannot be beat!'
The goodbye - she made up her mind to retreat
The mishap - his camera fell with a thud
The ending - she swallowed him whole on the mud
written 13th March for Charles' List contest
We waded through the sands
as the years progressed
sometimes sinking in the layers
until we could not touch bottom
drowning in the quick sand
other times we ran along the shore
free--we glided like waves
crashing upon the sand
slowly we regained strength
hitting various highs and lows
making us learn and grow
once in a while
pulled in by a undertow
the waves eventually would wash
our footprints from the sand
only to bring them back again
and if the lessons failed
we start all over again.
Don't know what this guy would do
Without you peeps to brighten my day
You're worth more than all the gold in the world
Just to hear what you all have to say
The difference between a happy and sad day
Between sunshine and cloudy skies
With each of the loving words, you send me
You turn my lows into highs
Happiness is free, it's there for the taking
Reach out and grab hold of the ring
Though some days we lose sight of this fact
And we lose our desire to sing
It doesn't take special talent or knowhow
We all have the ability to laugh
But sometimes though, life has a nasty habit
Sending negatives right off the graph
So when this happens, grab hold of the ring
Hang on for dear life, I implore
Till whatever's causing you grief and despair
Disappears and your faith is restored
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