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Levi Kips Apr 2018
To the person who stole my bike, you got more than just a pair of wheels or your next thrill. you have a semester at your feet. you have a transportative transformed version of me at your disposal. just like me it's rugged, beat up, and loyal to whomever it has a hand commands it, but not loyal enough where it stays in the owner's possession. to the thief, treat it better than I did, treat it often, cause if you're getting the same ride I got out of it, it will either break down on you or **** you but just like me, it won't die. just sleep. to the thief, I wish you stole my bike and got hit when you biked in the street. to the thief, take care of it better than I did.
01/30 for 30/30 of 2018
Levi Kips Apr 2018
My freshman year is a reclamation. a reclamation of how I can't play both patient and doctor. My freshman year was supposed to be the second chance that I thought my dad wanted, my freshman year was where the excuses were not accepted anymore by professors nor by me. All of freshman year I lived with my dad. I tell people, its to save money, it's convenient, it's bonding, while in all honesty living with my dad has been the time I feel the farthest from him, maybe cause we started with a crash start, maybe I just happened just like childhood just like my life. my freshman year was a reclamation, a reclamation that if I'm 5 or 50 miles away from home, my mom has me like gravity. when I come back home it may take some time for her gravitational pull to set in but doesn't take a semester, a school year, a high school, a life, for her to be there, to stay there and to be my foundation, my reclamation.
02/30
Levi Kips Apr 2018
There was a reason I unfriended you in November of 2016, but my heart won't let the rest of my body do what your president does so well like hate, discriminate, let ignorance drive. with the click of this accept I am far from forgiving who you choose to align yourself with. I just do what people of your party does so well like forget. like, forget the humans has rights no matter what shade of skin you are, or where your place of birth is. I'll just forget the all lives matter posts to my black lives matter post. I'll just forget........
03/30
Levi Kips Apr 2018
I have dog senses when it comes to people's feelings. I'm very aware of people possessing pain around me. when I talk to someone resignation in pain I yield to them. because my senses can tell me the direction and the quantity of pain but never why. I never know if this person is the pain receiver or the pain sender, but sometimes pain's weight is so heavy I break to it and let my young pup heart attend to it like a vet. when identifying what pain this person posses I either prepare to fetch a solution or my number for them because maybe they just need to adopt me into their life but if they are a pain sender, I find an exit. I know how our commercials end and I'd rather choose to be Iams dog than another SPCA survivor.
04/30
Levi Kips Apr 2018
I've been down for so long being up feels foreign.  I've been down so long I made my way to my ancestors and acquainted with them. I've been down so long I think I need a decompression chamber because my lungs are not used to breathing freely, so used to breathing synthetically. breathe the breathes permitted at the permitted times, but now breathe freely. breathe like my ancestors wanted me too. breathe because i want to. i want to breathe. and now i can.
Levi Kips Dec 2017
I have a little brother, a lot of people tell me he act just like me, everything I do he wants to do it too.
Every girlfriend I had, was his girlfriend too.
Every word I say he'll say it too.
Even the titles I give to people he'll give them it too, even his father. I love that he wants to be me so badly, more than badly than me.
I don't want him to inherit the pains of having short legs but big sports aspirations.
I don't want him have short temper in his bloodline.
I want him to inherit my vocabulary but not my definitions in words like father.
I don't want him to inherit the taste of regret when saying words like father. This is a poem letting them know why I never called him dad.

1. You're not my dad.
2. You were my step dad.
3. You were fitting everyone's definition of father too well.
4. I'm not going to call you father either
4. You didn't buy me the nice shoes that he did for school.
5. But you drove to school though.
5. You came to my basketball games though
5. You came to my football games.
6. I wanted the best of both worlds. Yeah my dad was the Hannah Montana star on the weekends he was staged for but all of age 6 you were there for. Age 6 you was the Miley Cyrus amongst us that I saw everyday.
7. I stopped calling you step dad when I realized step dad was dad's in second place.
8. You told me you loved me before he did.
8. Was the age, I realized your name meant more than a title father held.
9. I can't call you dad because I associated father for monster under the bed. Not man fighting my monsters.
10. You're not my dad, you're you and I appreciate that.
Levi Kips Jun 2015
step 1: Of course cheat on her, and tell her you didn't do it.
step 2: Text the girl you cheated on her with but instead of putting her real name in there put in there number 1, main chick, anything that lets you know that's your girlfriend.
step 3: Have make up *** with the girl you're cheating on and yell out the girl name you're cheating on her with.
step 4: Receive a text from, "main chick" and say its work, when its midnight on a Saturday.
step 5: Come back around 7 in the morning  with your phone already unlocked, and receive a text from main chick saying great ***.
step 6: When she approaches you and ask you who's your main chick say its her, the moment she pull out the phone run.
step 7: Do step one again, but do it harder, the cheating and the lie-ing
step 8: Read and write a whole poem about how you're sorry and how you was wrong while she is in the crowd, then when you're finished look directly at her and say i'm sorry then say the wrong name again.
step 9: Finally get broken up with.
step 10: Don't take advice from people with failed relationships, like me
step 11: **** her.
random poems
Levi Kips Dec 2017
Animated means to bring to life.
Animation is evolving.
Animation went from being point A and point B to finally involving the journey.
Animation has evolved to being three dimensional. Seeing more than just right and wrong but now seeing reason. So when my significant others attempt to shoot me down by telling me I'm too animated, I smile.
I smile because I have evolved.
I smile because I'm finally bringing you to life. You brought me into your life only, not to feel lonely anymore. All the problems that won't here between us in the past are finally arising as you are growing muscles on your backbone that only See's right and wrong.
Is it that the problems aren't transparent anymore or are your bones finally catching something in between them. Anyway you break down the definition of Me, you will always get that I am alive. Even the Greek breakdown of the word animate still say I'm soulful even more than your soul food.
It's not my fault when you want to send problems my way I change the environment we're dueling in like a Yu-Gi-Oh field spell card. You want me to get real like bullets but even then shots I avoid them like the matrix.
I can get real like the Hokages death and still show honor in our battles like I'm Goku. Animation shouldn't be the reason why our relationship takes a step back. That shows me that you were dead from the start and I should of started my prologue somewhere else.
Levi Kips Apr 2016
She said she loves me
I said why then remembered
Its April Fool's Day
09/30 for 30/30 something i should of done on April Fools Day
Levi Kips Sep 2018
Love is a person of its own. It lives and dies just like us. My love for my last had a full life, and when that love departed for my life I thought I  was done lovin. I thought for the life that love had I finally won. It was the first love whose life didn't feel taken like a kidnapping, the first love that didn't die premeditatedly, the first love that didn't feel like self destruction or suicide. I thought I was done with lovin when that love died but then I met you. When I met you i felt a feeling of deja vu. When I met you i had feeling of both preparedness yet excitement like riding the same roller coaster a 2nd time.  When I met you i felt like it was a 2nd chance I didn't know I wanted until got to know you. When I met you i asked myself are you ready? Are you ready to raise another love life. Are you ready to go through the teenage love again? Are you ready to be reassurance when her love insurance not giving you full coverage? Are you ready to throw logic and reason away again only trust in Love? Are you ready for the days that all is right but love can change that in conversation? Are you ready for when all is wrong and love is the last thing you have to save the day? Are you ready? After the smiles, sweat, regret, ups, and downs I still answer Yes.
Levi Kips May 2016
I never thought it'll take desperation for me to say this, you're far from religion but I hide you like I'm a atheist. No matter how far I run you'll still chase me like a annoying little brother who thinks we're playing tag. If only I'd I played trust fall with you more, but instead I use my flash bang body to blind you but even then it didn't work cause you're this cake was baked in. I want you to know it was never my intentions to hurt only for you to learn a lesson, like the time you let me run away when I was 7 then I returned back in 8 minutes, I did that 9 times that back to back, back until I found out that I can't survive without you and if I only had 10 days to live I want them all to be with you. On day 1 give me instructions on how to survive until the day i die like how I was 1. Day 2 teach me how dress myself like I'm 2 again so you don't have to do it for the rest of my days. Day 3 watch all the reruns of great shows like we did when I 3. Day 4 remove my brother away from my clutches like you did when I was 4 when I was getting ready for my 1st day of school. Day 5 teach me about the light on the other side like you did when I was 5. Day 6 don't morn death but celebrate a life like we did when I was 6. Day 7 take me and see my dad one last time for a long time like you did when I was 7. Day 8 let me attempt to cook you breakfast and tell me that it was great like you did when I was 8. Day 9 prepare for the storm but somehow find someway to be home like we did when I was 9. Day  10 lets ride this sickness out and as I slip into a comma like sleep hear me say I love you like I did when I was 10 because I did,doing, and still do love you.
A poem I made off of mothers day prompt
Levi Kips Aug 2015
I feel like I’ve been mugged, and your weapons, are your words. They penetrate deep into me, like a ******, with 1 foot bullets. Why **** when you have everything in snap, and when you clap, you have that, and everyone at your knees, ready to please. So I asketh of thee, what is your reasoning?Why have me travel farther up the string, when YOU know, there’s nothing at the end of it? This poem, why should I even finish it, if you already caught, the drift of it? But Ima keep the title because best friends are opportunist too, now I have no clue, when to make the next move, but I promised myself if I wait for too long I better get the practicing on the thot walk because that’s the gay move. And I ain’t no gay dude just a good guy making all the wrong moves. So trust me when I say, I need you to guide my every move, cause currently I’m taking baby steps in a marathon race heading to the moon. So if you need a friend now, I’ll be your friend down, all the way to a pen pal. But don’t forget about, the forbidden intentions, that friend, ship, more than a friendship that I am quick wit to rid of, for you Because Best Friends are Opportunist Too.
My most recited poem, and the easiest to remember
Levi Kips Nov 2019
Traumedy,
The Black man's new mode of coping.
It sounds like stand up but it looks like gasping, clawing, or fighting.
I have friend whose fighting handicapped just to be understood, his opponent is a fusion of normality and vulnerability they are just heads on the monster of toxic masculinity.
My friend reaches for help but vulnerable responds that's a hand shake.
My friend makes jokes about death but normal said morbid humor is  the new black.
My friend cries for help but traumedy translated that as a knock knock joke and what he gets in return is LMAOs.
When my friend steps outside he gives life to the world while on the inside he's increasingly contemplating about giving his life back to the world.
He thinks his life is nothing but a punchline waiting for a flatline.
He's in pain but he never directly says it.
What he say is: what do you call a hilarious pun about suicide? A real wrist splitter
What he say is: what do this party and my brother have in common? they're both dead
I want to go and hug him and tell him it's ok grieve, I want to tell him that I hear him.
It's normal not to be ok but sometimes toxic masculinity is so strong that it strings my mouth closed, rendering me useless, like a voodoo doll.
But here's an open letter to the traumedian in him,
dear tramua it doesn't take search light to find the star he's bound to be, his personality stands out like a figure in the spotlight no matter how much darkness he's surrounded by like country skies.
I can clearly see the stars in him like a country sky.
He can be the next Robin Williams when he was the genie guy.
But Every time he stands up and do a stand up his traumedy constantly foreshadow his curtain call before he can get his big break.
To my friend who See's life only as a light polluted sky at night,
your life has more to offer than a end of a joke or a flatline.
Levi Kips May 2015
i tried everything, took every precaution i could take, but not matter
what i tried the results all stayed the same. we were never in love i
was just dreaming, while i was stressing over every little thing she
said, she was laughing. right then and there i should of known
something was wrong, but because of my love struck eyes couldn't see
pass her disguise, the only sign my eyes saw was she was the one.  and
ooh how much i regret to see how i was so wrong. she tampered with my
feeling for 2 years plus some weeks. who knew 2 weeks after our
anniversary i would be reminiscing our break up and not celebrating
our hook up. sometimes she had me thinking we're together then other
times we're not. it seems like we were only together when she wanted
to be together. never about what i want. at the end I'm always the
hurt one. why do we got to be like this why can't we resolve our
problems and be together again. but the possibility of us being
together again is in the intersection of impossible and never again. I
don't know where i went wrong, maybe i needed to tell her how much i
loved her more often, maybe i should of went all out for her birthday,
or maybe we were never meant to be. maybe we were so opposite that we just aren't meant to be. if this is the end our tale between you and
me, well I'm glad to have loved you once then to not have a chance at
love before.
the title and the poem says it all
Levi Kips Apr 2016
Honestly tell me what did you see because in your own words you said we were all playing this one big game, but I don't remember plugging up my remote and saying I was in. I do remember saying when is this going to end, I do remember the battle scars and the suicide attempts. I seem to remember alot about things that happened half a decade ago like it was yesterday but i don't seem to remember me ever saying hey, make me the big pun to all of your heart attacks, make me the tupac target to all the bullets you shoot. School has been looking like a warzone, my so called friends the comrades, but when the atomic bully bomb dropped they all was gone. Some said the oppressors had too much effort, we're lacking men, but what I want to know is when did Thompson middle school ever turn into nuketown, when did going to school ever felt like playing survival mode on Zombies. I'm the only survivor but I'm not looking for a cure, nor a problem just a way out. see i never asked for any of that but i guess everyone can read minds and say whats on mine. So i'm sorry to anyone who I may concern I expected you to already have known, because I'm so used to being in a world full of Xaviers but even there i'm not accepted or normal.
05/30 out of 30........ And also I was bullied in Middle school
Levi Kips Oct 2016
Bully, you are no gender. Your objective is to always dismember. you
are a scar, and drive that knife into my arm. but i always seem to be
strong, no matter the odds or participant you seem to draw i'm always
walking tall.

Bully why do you do what you do. trying to control my friends like
voodoo and take their lives with a combat knife but you don't hold the
knife they do...  so thats why i say you smell like doodoo and you
won't dare put me through the things that they been through. thats
case i'm a strong emo

Bully you label people wit names that are sexist, rascit, and
sometimes full of bullish, but you won't ever change because evolve
wit age. saying the same things but in a different way, all in all it
still hurts the same.

Bully you try to disquise yourself as a friend in a form of a weak
link hurting the group from the inside. giving emo a bad name. and the
worst of it all you hide very well but you can't sell something that
you never had. meaning you can't fool me cause i see right through
you with your innocent lenes, and your non muscular figure, you mess
wit me i'll show you the real raff of a true ninja. but i'm censored so everyone know that i meant N*a.

Bully i'ma let you know that i am a
strong emo you will never enter nor hurt me though. and will never
take another life or influence another person to commit suicide nor
pull another razor against the arms of the weak and blind. cause as
long as i am alive. i will always come back for the dead and the ones
who has survived to stand against everything that you pride.

Bully you are loosing victims by the day and not because they are dead
but because they're getting strong like me. so pretty soon we will win
the fight in society and finally gain equality like the great martin
luther king always wanted.

BULLY DEAD SOMEDAY IN 2014
throwback poems
Levi Kips Jan 2016
Starting now ima do this evaluation because right now I feel so non related and played with, to her I'm like candy that comes with alot of pieces and she chooses when she want me like now or laters but I am gum sweaty. I am sorry there is only one of me next time you bring more than 25 cents. Well I was her hubba bubble bf but ig this piece has lost its flavor and all that I'm good for is sticking to the bottom and catch all the trash that comes my way. Is that the reason why I'm still holding on to her, because if life is a trash can I'm on side of it somewhere fly fishing for love. I thought you was a bass, a the catch of the a lifetime but instead you turnt out to be a catfish. The only reason I haven't set you free back to sea because you was my first trophy but like all trophies you have to get shelved one day. Don't worry I will be one the shelf to just like a  injured football play but I didn't break my neck or ribs, I got concussion or some head injury because something must have gone wrong for me to let my heart get fractured again. The doctor must be tired of seeing my face, hearing the same copied and paste story but with a new title and about a new face. Then at the end of the day he does the same operation so I can go back out to the sea and start fresh again, find my next mistake and start to fish.
Levi Kips Mar 2019
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

I love hard
I love like a boxing glove loves connecting with a jaw, or my jaw.
Or My love loves connecting with me sometimes that she forgets to wear the gloves,
or get a referee,
or let me know that we are playing this game.
I only know to play along when I hear the bell ring,
or if there's a ringing in my ear from her love taps and she's in that love me stance.
That stance the world ALWAYS misinterprets
The world says that stance means I'm the enemy
But they don't understand our language
In our language that means she's about to give love to my heart
like CPR, so open up and get ready for a pounding.
So open up and take my heart that is yours,
nothing about our love is Taxidermy
it is as true as purple is for royalty
or purple for my skin every time you show your love for me.
This is not abuse, she's not a tornado and i'm not a Kansas home
She's only testing my foundation
Separating the weak parts from the strong
That's normal right?
For the first time i'm doing something normal right?
Thats why we tell our sons to Man up right?! we punch our sons but kiss our daughters.
I'm just doing what i'm told:
Risk it for the biscuit
Do what boxers do, sway with the punches, don't resist
Others say what if this is abuse
I say love is like any drug, and what's a drug without its side effects.
When we lose consciousness together at night, that high is worth all the burning sensation retaliation words I build up in the back of my throat like ****.
When we are alone and I can finally inject her in my system heroine, the track marks she leaves after loving me is the best part cause even when she is gone I can look down at the marks and feel the love all over again.
My love is the only drug I need, it hits hard but....

Thats the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist, its all fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Levi Kips Apr 2016
Do you get as heartbroken as I do when ever you look in your closet. Do you feel like theirs a piece of me with you whenever you wear my clothes as I do. Do you find yourself arguing with the shirts coming up with great comeback then forgetting they weren't me as I do. On the days when life feels like world war z, do you wear my bomb shelter like clothing to protect yourself from the bombs away that the kids today fire away heading your way. when the battle is over it stays the same embrace like my hugs it comes with no loosen up setting like me, Is that why you take it off because it stays true to its ways and you. Do you get jealous when you see your property being walked upon by the enemy, the neutrals, and the people inbetween basically everyone but the ally. Do you find yourself breaking down in conversations whenever you talk about certain clothes that don't together. Do I pop in your head when you break down? All these questions aren't really meant for you but I'm happy that you would at least entertain them like the designs on the shirts I once had like you.
12/30
Levi Kips May 2015
you're the only one that i want,you're the only one i crave. we've
been through so many up's and downs, that our relationship should be
the model to every roller coaster ride. everytime i tell you i love
you, i really mean it, like i'll go horse trying to explain how much i
love you. i need you like schools need teachers, i need you like
churches need preachers, i need you like 804 needs his 570, i need you
like my life depends on it. if i can only get 3 words out of you in a
hour long conversation i will be happy with that. any opportunity i
can get to communicate you i will go to the highest mountain to fulfil
it, cause you mean everything to me and this year makes it official.
i was almost not going to post it but i got to show that long loves sting to this is 1 of 2 poems i wrote for her
Levi Kips May 2018
I can't comprehend death. I couldn't comprehend death even when death date questions had a answer. I couldn't comprehend death even when the signs are flashing like the last numbers on a shot clock expiring. I couldn't comprehend death even when it was in my mailbox. Like I had the option to accept it. Like I had the option to return it. I wish death was like a letter that I could tell the mailman wrong city, wrong address, wrong recipient. Just wrong. I wish death didn't have a spam folder. Collecting names of people I didn't know until it's gets a name marked as important in my email of life. Death feels like a penaltys not called, like how dare you resume life without everyone in the room, how dare you eat food without saying grace. Death feels like a slap from a friend. Never expected, unguarded, not protected, and reality never the same. I wish death died. I wish death was like a Timmy Turner episode, like at the end if the episode everything will go back to normal. Instead death likes to play deception. Likes to replace the old with the new and tell you nothing has changed. Like my McDonald's down the street always had a kiosk. Like gas prices has always been 3 dollars. Like aunt vib was always light skin. I wish i never have to wait for the next backstabber, the next email, the next letter. I wish death was dead.
Mourning a close friends death through poetry without talking about it
Levi Kips Apr 2016
How come I have death watching me like a overprotective mother. Gracing everything I do with its presence. Your essence is so sweet you make some fall asleep forever voluntarily. I remember a time when I always looking for your call back but instead of sending me to voicemail you sent me to your receptionist. I never meant to have a conversation with her I just wanted you to do your job. After playing hid and seek with you for over a week now I no longer leave messages asking you to take my life away nor look forward to you picking up the phone like calls to dead beat dads. I just look forward to leading her clues to the next dates. I just look forward to the leaving the calls at 7:50 and saying pick you up at 8's. After a month of living life, living with her, I can honestly say life is good until you got jealous like ex's who never got over their past. Death, were you my ex because the things I said in the past were just that, the past. You can check your call log I stopped being forwarded to you a long time ago. Death, can you call me back I'm scared of what you will do next. Death, why isn't she at your front desk anymore. Death I smelled you on her breath like beer last night. Death please do not do your job now. Death why do you always sneak up on me when I least expect it. I guess that's what I get with playing with death cause at the end he always.
10/30 for 30/30 the prompt was about terocards
Levi Kips Apr 2017
I'm Rigor mortis
But provoked, move like viper
I'm mouse trap's real form
03/30
Levi Kips May 2015
The only patience we had for belibers was spent in a quick game of operation and listening to the music their god produced, who may I mention is the age of *******. Let me be clear Justin Beiber the death of your belibers was no accident actually it was a genocide. Our purpose was to take out your dooncoff belibers and believe us it worked since your here to see them go 6 feet under beneath us. Don't get jealous cause you're next, yes this is a eulogy but low key this is a meeting on taking you out. First we take out the army now we moving onto the commander slash general. we're going to assassinate you, my bad that implies you're famous, we're going to euthanize you put you down like a dog but its not going to be a one and done shot, naw, ima have more arms on stand by like a centipede using the 2nd admendment to the fullest extent of the law , my bullets will be hitting on you so much that you will think they was flirting with you just like start of your euthanized dooncoff belibers club.
the theme was. 1 five dollar word, then 2nd word a made up word, and 3rd word is a phrase you wish would die. now make a ulogy for that word and use the other 2 words to while doing it.
Levi Kips Apr 2016
Falling in love is more like living in a apocalypse . Love is dead and you was the disease that brought me there. Just like Falling is not a volunteerary action being zombified isn't either. When you broke out of your containment you infected my world and instead of looking for my friends I looked for you. When I saw you, all I wanted was you. Every limb, ligament, and being of you. The more I'm with you the more I change. I'm losing my mind. Day 7, My mind is gone, wait when did I start writing a apocalypse diary. Wait am I talking about falling in love or about becoming one of the walking dead. Day 8 they're both about the same but as long as I got you, my love, my disease I don't care. Day 9, you granted me your full disease the kiss of death. Day 10 I'm fully submerged in you, the sickness, I am you, I've finally landed from my fall to love that was inspired by you but yet I look left and right and you're not in site, you're actually flying high in the sky like I used to be. Day 11, you're no longer circling me from above like my halo. I blame everybody that said you were my vulture cause they never you were frail solution. Day 12 until eternity, I circle the world looking for your reasons or you, but like answers to a custom made quiz on google no results were ever found.
Poem #1 for 30/30....... Taking the challenge
Levi Kips Apr 2016
The palace I will never enter again holds a near dear place in my soul. I will never lay foot finger or breath in that place but I can't say the same for it. See you can take a person put of jail but you can't jail out of this person. See that place was my jail. We moved on up to the east side after what felt like a lifetime sentence is now nothing but a glitch in a computer base full of excellency. Even though it was so long ago I still feel this place in his breath, in his movements. He talk like he's a new man but this place is engraved in him like writing on a trophy. The memories in that place is engraved in me on his weapons of mass destruction. I would of taken any time out or jail sentences then to fight another war, I have learned from Vietnam that I don't want to mess your kind. I feel 4 by 4 when the Fire rains 6 by 6, acid water floods takes up the whole 12 foot floor i'm jumping on anything that's near he went immortal on me when he gaining 2nd wind. Im running to stay alive, in this catastrophe you caused when you tried to put fear in a growing man, are you trying play god? you're just determined to do anything when we're both in that room I wish that same determination you showed on the battle field reflected your efforts outside of it cause if so I wouldn't be here writing this.
That place is a childhood bedroom. 11/30 for 30/30
Levi Kips May 2015
I miss, your sweet summer kiss, its so delicious makes me melt in a Alaskan blizzard. I miss, your luscious hair, it can grow to certain lengths that even Rapunzel would stare. I miss, your perfect eyes, yes your chamber doors to your soul, I'm truly the only one to see them unfold, tame lion in disguise. At the same time you peaked into mine, even though I tried to hide. That's another thing I miss, your detectiveness. I can go on and on about your perfect qualities at the end I'm trying to say I miss you. What is Kent Clark without his Louise Lane, what is Peter Parker without Mary Jane, what is the moon without the sun, really what is me without you? I can miss a lot in this life, I'll even lose my sight, if only it meant talking to you all night. So if you were to ask me one thing in this life I would miss the most, I'll say the answer is You.
this is about the best friend ex
Levi Kips Dec 2018
I'm the one
I'm who you show your parents
I'm not who you tell friends
I'm safe choice
I'm the rebound
I'm the medicine for confidence
I'm below average
I'm Igor
I'm below average
I'm "some day"
I'm below average
I'm "not in a million years"
I'm talented-
But not enough to look athletic
I'm "you look like you're in the band"
I'm too short to be athlete
I'm black-
But I'm not the black you see in movies.
I'm "you know what I mean?"
I'm that guy,
somebody you used to know
but not somebody worthy of a song
I'm a place holder
I'm bare minimum
I'm the perfect shape on your personality search-
But I'm not the right height
But I'm not the right shade
But I'm not the right time
I'm not the right Greek organization
I'm what you looking for
But I'm not the one
Maybe either expand upon Greek organization line OR maybe get rid of it??? for funsies, see what happnes :D
Levi Kips May 2019
Labelist theory states:
If a person is labeled something they are not and they don't agree with, one day they will stop defending themselves and be exactly what they are accused of being.

I'm being called an arsonist by a jury of my peers. By a jury of people who hang with me but now listening to someone who solely wants to see me dangling. I find myself constantly trying to protect my image like copyrights. But no matter the protection plan I enstate, I always find my name somewhere being defaced. I guess respect, loyalty and friendship wasn't enough to protect something like that. If it is then why am I catching charges. Why am I catching OJ treatment when yall say I will be missed like Ladanian on the chargers. Why is action only taken when the news say to take someone out like Michael Vick and not when a player asks you to look at the real problem like Colin Kaepernick. Maybe I'm not the one on trial, maybe this trial was a trial and error to see if this jury was a jury of my peers in the first place. And if this is the case then this a mistrial because I won't allow people who say they will miss me like Ladanian to the chargers be the same ones to take everything I worked with to another area code and call it by the same name. You can foot me the Bills because this is a OJ glove that I see fit. I am arsonist to the ties we had because that same rope won't be my nuse. I set fire to all your expectations of me because I won't watch my name get defaced like your personal property anymore. I accept your label for me with open arms because there is some borderline truth behind every sterotype, rumor, or lie because I have found mine.
Levi Kips Jan 2017
Who do you call upon when the monster is yourself. I see him every day like a stain on the mirror. Destroying the image that I have of myself, excluding myself from others because I know the monster inside likes Innocence of others. Remind me of what I was before it started morphing with me involuntarily like I was lapis lazuli.  Jasper I didn't ask for this, Making me into this thing of what I never wanted to be, powerful, bigger, inhumane. People criticize the big red machine Kane, for coping out and not staying true to form, trading his mask and gloves for suits and ties. Yeah that wasn't the best choice economically nor He won't doing that for popularity but simply to take control of the monster that posse him. I envy Kane cause he can leave his monster in the ring while mine maniacally sings, it sings so much birds that I never notice the disaster like lyrics it's imprinting in my brain like mumble rap, and the worst part is, that sometimes I accept. That's why I need you to pick up the phone and call somebody please, call ghost busters, call the aqua team, call the priest, call the police, or call my ex. Call anybody that knows how to deal with monsters, or create them.
I made this after I hurt my gf
Levi Kips May 2015
No matter what happens this person is always my biggest supporter, most important, and the best female there is .i'll tell you who it is but you have to take a guess after every sentence starting now.My life would mean nothing without this independent woman. On a daily basis you'll see a sign of struggle that would reside but in a instant she'll cover it up with her over confident stride. The only time she wanted help is when she was looking for directions, Jamie Foxx was right she got her own. Hate fumes would never resignate to the people who most deserve it but she do **** them with kindness. Everyday I chill in my blessed home props need to go to her for all of her hard work. Rest days were always her blessed days because thats when she finally chill out and smile. Mother i shouldn't need a day to explain why you and you're kind are great in so many ways. Mother, Happy Mother's Day.
my poem for my mom on mother's day
Levi Kips May 2015
O is for optimism cause its always a mystery if we're together or not
L is for love i have for you and always will
Y is for you cause you are perfect for me
V is for your vickenous ways that keeps me in a gaze
I is for your intellegenence cause its so hard to fool you
A is for your attitude which you can't deny you have
but these are all the reasons why OLYVIA is the one i want and the one i need
this is the second one i sent
Levi Kips May 2015
In this world full of bad i think i found some good in a form of a
female. She's pretty brown dark skin, and isn't afraid to fight for
her own. A independent girl that got her own. Nothing comes close just
to see her smile, not even a ******* operator ****** moan. She's
good girl but because of these wanna be thugs they got her thinking
she's wild, a voodoo child, that's worth less then a dime. But because
of they are ripped is the only reason she can tolerate that lip. I'm
trying to show her a nice guy can make **** love look like cute
love,Diminished small but still good, compared to that super power
love the we nice guys own. Even though that's a big challenge I'm up
for it, I'll fight through a hundred men on drugs just to get a hug
from her. and that's the truth and theirs no R in it. And if she's
reading this i hope i don't creep her out. Because its too early to
have these affections for a person i just started talking to a week
ago. But she got to understand all i ever do is wait, like a good girl
is going to some day fall on my plate. I'll take that risk and
probably fall flat on my face but I'll rather have results then to
have regret stuck on my face. But this day i was close because she's
fell a few feet out not so deep in the woods. Now I'm on a journey
trying to find this green leaf in this autumn woods and I'm getting
close, is she going to say yes or is she going to say no. That is her
decision and hers alone, I'll have my answer on the part two of this
poem.
there was supposed to be a part 2 but i already wrote a poem about never getting a answer and a girl leading me on. if not i'll do it in the future.
Levi Kips May 2015
I can't help to stare whenever she is near, she catches my eye like an annoying, fly. I want her dearly but my friends are telling me that I'm not seeing clearly. They tell me, I'll take a bullet for her but she won't break a nail for me, I'm constantly denying it saying no she won't set me free. They try breaking it down in scenarios saying I don't need nobody, but yet they are in love head over heels. They ask me why do I persist, why do I continue to chase her if I know how its gonna end. Well its the same reason why you choose to date a friend. It's for that L.O.V.E. I get a high off of complements and hugs but the only people who will know this is at reading and hearing distance of these words. Its not that I think she's the perfect person or the hottest one but its the fact that I've been a sucker for love. When I write stuff like this I might as well replace my ink for blood. Cause every time I wrote in blue or black it resemble something my heart wasn't but look at now, I might as well get the draining of my blood now because my heart no longer holds that color . So my friends ask me again will I still chase the wicked witch of the west who gives me a uprising from my south every time I see her full moons. That answer is not yet determined but trust me I'll pick my poison soon.
another poem of mines i found about my ex after the big ex
Levi Kips Apr 2016
Possibility
Has no boundaries so can't
Is not an answer
07/30 ....... Got writers blocked so went safe than sorry.
Levi Kips Apr 2016
Dear Pressure,

I want to blame for you all the times when I want to write but my pencil never works. I want to blame you for the times when I stumble over my words when I'm trying to talk to a female but won't shut up as soon as I'm friend zoned. I want to blame you every time I stand out in a crowd then hide. I want to blame you when you make her cry. who is you, and why me. My remote must not be working because i can't seem to skip pass the scene where you're chasing me like a never ending nightmare back in middle school. see you live inside of me and others, like a parasite. you peak your head when we have a chance to matter Then, drive us insane and at the end of the scene some of us are injured beyond repair. You can't be created nor destroyed like matter we just have to live with you. So no matter how much medicine we take to try to suppress you, or ignore fact that you're there, we all know that your just one cancer that's can never be surgically removed.
06/30 and was a draft for as long time but now its finished
Levi Kips Dec 2018
When I tell my friend you have a Resting ***** Face. What I mean to say is your face is your bulletproof vest that these one shot guys are scared to shoot their shot at. What I mean is I don't have to worry about you being caught in the teeth of some sharply dressed shark who is looking for his next meal. What I mean is the guys who are scared to break their streaks with girls they meet in a snap will rethink their next words before asking you to chat. I don't tell you have resting ***** face to bring you down a peg. I tell you this because the next wood block boy who tries to talk to you see's what I see. A intelligent young lady who won't be swept away by good looks and false momentum. A brick wall screen stopping any defender whose chasing down her future. I know if I see you with any proposition like guy I don't have to be on auto correct or grammar check him,  because if he's made it this far then he saw the beauty that’s underneath your skin and your Resting ***** Face.
about a friend
Levi Kips Sep 2018
Saints and sinners step up to me. Saint or dinner which one you'll be. Make your plea to get through the gates if you're a sinner your ride comes at 8.

You probably already know my name so I'll it short. To be honest father I feel I'm hell bound, I haven't went to church since a week after buying a suit for it. My bible is a ****** because I never opened it like it's a limited edition print. But I do know three verses. One to keep away the people ringing my doorbell at 10 am in the morning while I'm snoring. One to keep away my family when they start coming at my neck like mosquitoes when trying to talk about the blood shed on the cross. The last is for my sanity to clarify to my body that I'm not the black devil you see. I'm not the black devil society says I am. I'm not a devil or a demon. I'm lost. Father I died a lost boy. I found myself between in the crossroads of good and evil but chose option c. Father this isn't a excuse for failing the conquest of salvation but just a background on my starting point. Father what is the key to heaven. Is through the message or the messenger. Father did I fail you, father is this my first save point. Father will take me as I am. Will you reset me. Or will you erase me.
Levi Kips Apr 2017
When my gf fell in love with me, she loved that I was different. She loved how I was always there for her in a flash like a cheetah, chill like a sloth, but protective like a lion. The day finally came when she asked me what is my spirit animal. I told her I'm a chameleon, constantly blending into my surroundings, only eating the prey that's weaker than me that passes by. She saids I'm white washed, I need to be more hyena, more aggressive, aware, in touch with the wild, black. I want to tell her, isn't that why you loved me in the first place. That I'm just not another dog in a pack. Another dog whose defenseless when singled out. Another dog whose bark and bite can only be used in a pack. Another dog who searches blindly for his food. Another dog that you're used to, but I am not a dog, I'm don't see just black and white. I'm a chameleon, I'm not blind, I'm vigilant but never searching for trouble but when trouble finds me I have a cobra for tounge and a ability to blend in where I don't belong like no other. Instead spiting out the venom I've been brewing in my brain for 3 minutes I say, ok.
02/30
Levi Kips Sep 2017
I am team pencil, because just like in life I make mistakes. Being human is alot of qualities and characteristics but to me it can be easily decoded as trial and error. For some people that trial and error can be as small as "I got to choose what to eat for breakfast but the error was not having anything to drink". Being a leader is being human but your level of impact on your decisions are much more costly. Sometimes costly in the literal since or sometimes costly as you did not mean for that to happen. Being a leader is automatically writing in pen which I hate, but knowing that someone out there will see exactly what I wrote and how I wrote it is what makes me both proud and anxious. Anxious that someone will make my same mistakes. Proud someone will learn from my mistakes. Anxious that my every move is being watched and proud that I know that I'm going to be a inspiration to someone, Thus is why I chose to be a leader, this is why I sometimes write in pen.
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