terrifying fear, a horrible mate
keeps you in a yoyo state
roller coaster feelings
Creeping
Creeping
Creeping
S-L-O-W-L-Y up the steep incline,
as the roller coaster inches forward...
higher and higher
toward the clouds.
Children laughing,
their hands stretching
to touch the sky
as they reach the pinnacle
of their exhilarating ride.
Then suddenly—
the coaster races
back to Earth,
ending the adventure
in mere seconds!
Summer perk
Signal to board
Elevation climb
Higher and Higher
Twists and turns
Yells and Screams
Full of excitement
Surprises in full control
Ups and downs
Breezes to feel
Acceleration for real
Peaks and Peaks in surprises
Every beginning, there’s an end
Back to where the ride began.
The ups and downs of life, love and marriage
The world's a roller coaster out of control
Hang on for the ride
It's already taken its toll
Some have already fallen over the side
Most hang on for dear life
As we reach the insanity drop
As it descends, many forget about strife
People are screaming stop
After the drop, it's time to ascend
As up and down and round we go
Is there sanity around the bend
When the ride ends, we'll know
THE THRILL OF THE PLUNGE*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
steel tracks twist and dive,
a serpent of metal coil
fear and joy collide
hands raised to the sky,
trusting the rush of the ride—
in thrill, our hearts soar
cresting the high peak,
the world drops away below
time bends in the loop
screams mix with laughter
hearts race in the weightless air—
then the silence falls
back on solid ground,
echoes of thrill linger still—
brave hearts crave the next
*Note:This poem was written for and published at Writer Monk for its weekly Poesy and Poise contest, August 18, 2025. This is my original poem.
My mind is like a constant roller coaster, speeding through life unable to stop and complete a simple task, but even a simple task is too much.
I wish my brain had a switch to slow it down, or even just lower the volume of the constant loud thoughts drowning out my concentration.
The roller coaster is endless.
Sometimes I’m barely able to keep in the seat, other days I wait for the thrill of the ride.
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questionable thoughts
"roller coaster
falling off the page....
questionable thoughts"
They knelt behind a photo booth humming
hymnals to a tooth-
decayed brand of gen X truth—
old gods' wants reclaim the youth.
There once was an old Pope from Rome
who had the Good Book a huge tome
an altar ego and mass appeal
so he made the Vatican home
2015 he addressed the environment
on climate change caused by man
and issued a Catholic Church encyclical
the first-ever since Popes began
let's trust instructing his cardinals
to avoid any more scandals
when pontificating and preaching to the choir
to burn less incense and light fewer candles
altho' it's a slippery slope here's the dope
and no I won't soft-soap
there's not much hope of Pope on a rope
but I can cope so I won't mope
now hear my voice as it's a choice
if I may be quite so bold
religion is discretionary not hereditary
and the herd of sheep in the fold should be told
Dean was roaringly cute with curly turquoise hair
A skater in pink roller skates, with a superior air
He was born in Savanna in a tiny little zoo
But he had been touring since he was two
People went crazy when he got into town
The zoo had a circus, with a tent big and brown.
They made a parade starring their featured act, Dean
He was the cutest giraffe most had ever seen
Welcome to my life—it's a wild ride with twists and drops that leave me breathless, mirroring the storms within. Heavy chains pull at me, and though I rise, gravity reminds me of my place—unseen, just echoes left behind.
Some days, I feel weightless, lifted by joy, soaring beyond doubt into a kingdom of sky, every breath a possibility. But the world sees me as just a number, and I struggle to fight against a story already written. Alone and unseen, my heart is a restless bird, defying the storms and carving its name across the sky.
I'm a fearless voyager, chasing dreams, but I feel like a scribbled mistake, tears inked on unwritten pages. Even in shadow, I long for recognition, battling doubts while chasing perfection. The tide pulls me under, yet this fight is mine to win—a stronger voice emerging from the cracks. Life’s wild ride may end, but even the quiet ones have a choice.
I told you from the start, it’s true,
“My roller coaster, see it through!
Ride with me ‘til journey’s end,
Hand in hand, our spirits blend.”
“Get off with me,” I gently pled,
“No fear, no doubt, no words unsaid.
And you will see, in time’s own way,
A grateful heart, a brighter day.”
“Thankful you stayed, through every turn,
The highs, the lows, the lessons learned.
Hand in hand, we’ll face the light,
A bond forged strong, and shining bright.”
Found my space to roller skate
Like I did when I was eight ...
Round, round and round the rink
Flashing lights of blue and pink
High above such trivial things
Skating the track of Saturn's rings,
Go, go, they can't catch me now
Once you learn, you never forget how
The music flows from far, far away
Down on Earth where records play,
The stars, they pulsate to the beat
And correspond down to my feet
Bubblegum pop and all the feels
Purple shoelaces and rubber wheels,
Rock my world, let me go back
To neon lights and skies of black
Feelin' like that long lost kid ...
Feelin' things no grownup did ...
Right foot, left foot, I got the pattern
Skating upon the rings of Saturn.
Rhinos on roller skates
Who would create them?
The skates, not the rhinos.
Better yet, who would fit their feet?
Would they come to the rollerskating store?
If they did, would they trample the other customers?
What customers? My aunt asks. No one shops anymore.
Thanks to online shopping, I fear that she might be right.
If I see a bunch of rhinos heading for the mall
I will be the first one to turn my car around and watch.
From afar, with a video camera with a long lens.
For I have never met a rhino who liked me.
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