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Feb 15 · 101
Looking Forward
FlipThePoet Feb 15
We all look forward to the next things in life
The next NBA team to thrive
I am still a Golden State fan
Although I'm not looking forward to them, because they trash

We look forward to the seasons to come
waiting for the snow to melt, and the sun
waiting on the morning birds to chirp, and hum
the lawnmower to sing her energetic song

-I'm looking forward to this every second to pass
hoping that the next two would run
shooting through like a bullet from a gun-

We look forward to the arrival of loved ones
counting down the days that would bring them back to our world
because who wants to live through life
with no one to share their love?

We look forward to dreams and goals
the ones sow and the ones hoped
the ones that cause us to plan for tomorrow
enduring the adversary of today

We look forward to these things and many more
like a child mentally asking "Are we there yet?" eager for it to come
knowing that when we stop looking forward
it will be tough to live through the day
so we bury our heads in these sands of distractions
that's the only way we chose to be conscious
that's the only way we breathe again.
this one is dedicated to looking forward, but don't get lost in that mirage of what's to come. enjoy the moment, stop and smell its roses
-keep flipping
FlipThePoet Nov 2019
it's okay to be a man
to be an animal
to be cage-free
to seek dominion
to express emotions.

it's okay to have enough sleep
more notes
to myself, and my unborn son
Nov 2019 · 43
Note yourself.
FlipThePoet Nov 2019
Even diamond chain fit on slaves
don't let pretty things hold you
b o n d a g e
don't lose touch of what's important
recognition and wealth is shallow
but I am betting you know all this already
to myself, and my unborn child
Aug 2019 · 63
To Kez
FlipThePoet Aug 2019
It's been a while since you buzz
now you talking about personal time,
all over snap acting all figured out.
sincerely hoped mama daughter talk straighten you out.

Hit me when things get rough
i'm just a snap call away.
my girl trust, i'm not phased
i had accepted things aint working that way.

Lately, i've been taking my own advice
knowing my worth as i push block around.
kin folks been getting disrespectful
especially when you ain't giving them the attention they want
a block that hit me on the late.

My computer saying 13%
but with you, i'm a 100
top left hold on to God, no cap
He does really come around, no doubt.

We all fight demons
yours ain't much that different from mine.
backdrop, wrote this one Jan this year. This is what friendship is all about
Jul 2019 · 119
I hate this love
FlipThePoet Jul 2019
What is love but a treasonous feeling
sapping strength away from its victim
a bewitched lover
lored to its prison
condemning reason to hell

a plate full of despair
an incantation, a spell
a midsummer beauty
a poison to the well

a strange concoction
masking its smell
under false pretense
with a smile
accompanied by lies

a cohort
puppeteered to a fool
strung to the heart

"God, I hate writing sappy poems
I know she'd read these lines"
but I don't know
we always come back
Jun 2019 · 70
I belong, Here
FlipThePoet Jun 2019
As I came up the stairs,
I clung to the railings
hauling myself
to take another step.

like a cold plunge,
the city's air embraced my face
welcoming every ****** hair
with an unspoken cheer.

following my awakening,
the voice of the city
echoed like victory chants
in the halls of my head
through streetcars, motor vehicles
and the walking pedestrian.

And like a livewire,
I surged with life
feeling as though
part of something vast.
Jun 2019 · 182
Pied beauty
FlipThePoet Jun 2019
Glory be to God for dazzle things
that shines and glares
commanding beauty to bear.

for rain on the earth
producing meat and mead
that warms and fills.

for modern technology and advancements
messages through cell phones,
and cake in the fridge.

Glory to God for the mind that works
and the ones that sits,
the ones growing
and the ones that will soon sleep.

Glory to God in the highest
The father-bearer of beauty
in all things
Praise Him.
Feb 2019 · 193
Summer of '18
FlipThePoet Feb 2019
I took the charge in the summer
slowly putting my feet in the waters
it felt so good.

It was a clear day
as I willingly emptied out my thoughts
scanning the horizon
observing others who had taken the charge
now they are neck deep
while I study the path they took.

The feeling of the summer air
and their songs chirping like birds
memories I hope not to forget.

Yet in my moment of bliss
filled with excitement
unreluctant to retract my step
I noticed I was all alone
so I hid,
secluded to my thoughts
my joy exposed to my book
but no one close to share.
Feb 2019 · 4.2k
The Team Chant
FlipThePoet Feb 2019
We will work together
through sweat and strain,
coffee in hand
as we drink late night
to numb the pain.
Times may bare tension
blicking with blame,
but we'll get down
to play the Game.

You have my back
and I yours, through the night.
Though the score low
we shall last the fight.
Like crazy glue
we will stick together
and fend off the storm,
as dark clouds break off,
We will stand.

Then we shall say
we fought together,
and never gave up
to die!
I wrote this poem for my final design project team, when we started our project last year, September 2018. Reading this today brought some nostalgia feeling so I decided to share. Yeah, so my group and I are doing great and we will be round our design project in April 2019, we still work with Love, unity, and support as we complete our project.  
...Big ups A+ Squad, we almost there!!!
Jan 2019 · 514
Smiles at Yale Street
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
I watched as they danced
with joy on their face
words in their mouth
cupped hands held up high
as they jumped.

I watched
with a smile  
and danced some more.
Last Night at Yale Street
Jan 2019 · 146
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
I'm beginning to
realize that
I'm complicated.
I laugh easily
get mad easier.
joke a lot
holding on to emotions longer.

I'm beginning to
realize that I over think things
Zigzagging through different scenario.
Not stopping to underthink things
disbelieving that the good will come tomorrow.

The truth is I'm fragile
I haven't yet acknowledged it,
hoping I could piece things out
finding a piece that completes me.

Last night I talked to a real one
didn't spill the real thing.
it hard letting real ones go
especially those I hold close
the relationship ain't the same as it use to be.
Jan 2019 · 372
Hoodlum Mentality
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
In the hood, we the real the Robin hood  
as we take the money from the rich folks
distribute them to the poor folks
but everyone thinks
we're the *******
Jan 2019 · 514
The Cut Game
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
I woke up this morning the crack of dawn and
now I'm yawning as I proceed to ask myself why
why the mess up?
All you had to do was the lineup,
instead you put the clip down and let it sagged.

Dawg, I had big respect for you
but you gonna let it fly.
I tried,
but recently your cut game caught weak
and it hurts.

The other day, you said
"things have changed, it ain't a 10 dollar game
mans have to pay 15 to get a sweet fade"
so I paid.

it's obvious now as
price goes up, performance goes down.
All I get is a messy fade,
and a sagging bearded line.

I think i will have to cut the beard
and let it grow back.
The cut game is an extreme sport,
especially when things go bad
This was an intricate one about a messy cut I got from one of my OG. To me, poetry is fun and I like writing about the smallest thing such as these
Jan 2019 · 2.7k
Crooked Frame
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
Crooked frame on a white wall
with its squared edge on all four sides
sagging to its left, lifting it right up
exposing its crookedness for all to see

Crooked frame on a white wall
why wasn't you adjusted?
wasn't your crooked stand exposed to every foreign eye?
or was your content so beautiful
that it captured the stare of all who glanced?

If so, it must have been content of pure gold
to have kept hungry eyes blindfold
Pretty much on this one, I try to convey a point which I hope y'all somewhat understand. The point being that even though crooked outside, the frame content inside attracts the 'hungry eye'. In essence, what's inside does matter and most times if not more, it matters more than the outside. So focus on making the inside 'pure gold', cuz that's what ppl(including me) look for.
Also, God looks at the inside too :)
Jan 2019 · 435
Weird thoughts
FlipThePoet Jan 2019
It's weird
I never like it
never understand it
why would they have it?
it's weird
it's long, in fact too long!
it looks uncomfortable
it looks heavy.
it's weird
and expensive
no lasting value,
like a day it shortens
and slowly fades.
it's weird
but does have some
sort of elegances to it.
A fashion statement I guess.
It use to be weird
Acrylic nails.
I can't fully relate to it
but I'm beginning to see its beauty
now, it's weird that it's not weird anymore
it's weird, but this was how I thought about acrylic nails never liked it but slowly it began to grow on me. So, in this poem, I tried to slowly regress from not liking acrylic nail to somewhat beginning to see its beauty. I tried!
Nov 2018 · 10.6k
FlipThePoet Nov 2018
We assignment felonies, who got no melody
It be a blessing to breathe but mans can't find the remedy.
School work got us incubated, well tubed in
Hospitalize for ages.
Penned in these cages
A constant grind on the daily.

Once a man emancipate
8 to 5 is gonna hit him with a straight.
From a frying pan to the fire
He's been stuck in a sticky state.
******* in a system that's meant for retire
That's what he gonna inspire.

Beware to those who tryna finesse the system
Life is gonna hit them with an intricate plot.
If you can't Euro-step them in quick time
It gonna be raps, just watch.
If you don't get it, then you never will
FlipThePoet Oct 2018
Sitting rethinking as time goes by
these thoughts are driving me crazy I am imploding inside.
Like shooting stars and Merry-go-round
it will be a miracle for me to hold them inside.

I'm slowly turning violent now she sees it in my eyes.
The thought of been alone is a fear in disguise.  

I have read these pages
and have seen these stories before.
What can I do to expect a different fall?
Why am I such a sucker for these words?

Why can't I be empty and wallow in pain.
I should jar my heart and let loose this shame.
I should set a fire to feelings running wild and free in play.
I should set a blind eye to reason please check me,
I don't think this is just a game.
I might just be hurtin' all excuses aside
Don't wanna open my eyes,
Just to see another lie.

She said I'm a privilege baby just because I'm first born.  
Truth is my emotions are flaring, they windy hurricane
Beating down my very thoughts I hope they okay.
Now she got caught in them, deep down I hope she
feels pain.
So just like me we can be trapped in a confused narrow state.
Maybe then she can feel my pain and confusion as it swirls  
like a pendulum that changes fate.  
I think and rethink things
scared to go wrong.
Lost in this dark ally hoping the light comes on.

I could be blundering but this feelings are too strong.
This poem echo my confusion regarding love relationships. How do I composite myself in relationship? Should I draw myself towards them, or hide or be indifferent? I don't know.
The one thing I do know is I like to express my feelings, then what if these feelings are temporary. what if I am just lusting instead of loving the person. what if my feelings are a blunder?
Oct 2018 · 217
FlipThePoet Oct 2018
Standing here idle as the rain washes my plans away
Who can relate?
Now the cold winds are getting chilly
I'm slowly slipping into a regretful place.
I thought I could escape unscathed
but no, this is my fate.
I thought I could move my pieces late
Oh, what a dangerous game.

Procrastinating my actions
only to get caught in a vicious state.
The painful path was that I saw it coming a mile away
Yet I held to my resolve not to emulate.
As a result, I'm paying the prize in currency I had hoped not to pay.

Standing here now as I tell myself
don't procrastinate.
Oct 2018 · 524
Dinner Talks
FlipThePoet Oct 2018
…two missed calls in the middle of the night and it
got me thinking what could have been of my night.


In kitchen eating dinner
She came in with a thought to make dinner.
Being in the same room with her
It would have been awkward not to acknowledge her.  
So I strung up words, which caught her some kind of way
pulling her my way

Now she sat beside me as I ate dinner
We talked about family, friends and her potential dinner.
That was when she told me she got a midterm the next day
and wouldn’t be making dinner.
Her plan was to go study with friends and buy some quick dinner.

Now it got me thinking
If her plan was to do quick dinner, why the trip to the kitchen for dinner?
Anyhow, moving on

Time went by, people came and went
But there we were talking over dinner.
She proceed to ask about tattoo and if I got some
I told her I couldn't do the pain and the cost.
She told me she got some ink on her
I offered to see after she got back from studying.
In which she said she would call me

She called twice in the night as I slept wondering if she would call.
Walking up to see …(Intro)
this was a fun piece about a girl I met at my kitchen dorm. Honestly, I didn't think she would call after. But she did. I guess her action inspired me to write this piece. Hoped y'all like it as I do
Sep 2018 · 246
FlipThePoet Sep 2018
High school wasn't big enough to
encapsulate the beauty you possess
and now on my IG feeds you appear,
glowing like the morning sun
wrapped in long dark hair.

Currently, we are cities apart
but my words for you still draw blanks
such beauty I can't understand,
my thoughts choking  
and I still don't know why.

We seldom talk now and then on snap chat
but it's all an act
I know we don't attract.

You different now you not that girl
the beauty is there but your lifestyle changed.
I guess it's as a result of growing up
not sure why mine hasn't changed.

I just want to stop being attracted to you
Can you tell me how?
Sep 2018 · 15.8k
Hockey Girl
FlipThePoet Sep 2018
I'm beginning to like this Sport.
Hockey girl.

I'm getting comfortable around you hockey girl
I'm getting use to the cold tryin' not to fold hockey girl
I'm learning how to skate, 'em chairs far away hockey girl
I'm not gonna lie, I do fall and fall again as I try to stand hockey girl

Oh what a game hockey girl
I'm a summer boy, l love grass and the cleats hockey girl  
I'm a gym boy, I rather do weights and do the jumpman hockey girl
I like to think I'm a sport guy but hockey wasn't mine hockey girl

Where I was born hockey wasn’t a sport hockey girl
Sometimes I would think "how can I learn a new sport at one and twenty" hockey girl
Back in the day I used to think hockey was white and not black hockey girl
Now I'm beginning to realize that hockey is black and white hockey girl

Sometimes the pads and apparel gets heavy and uncomfortable hockey girl
Learning a new sport can be tough hockey girl
I play to not get in the box hockey girl
I sincerely hope I don’t disappoint you hockey girl.
FYI: This poem goes to a good friend of mine
I just wanna say thank you as I share my mind
Sep 2018 · 1.4k
Salt and Spice
FlipThePoet Sep 2018
It's been a while now the air is getting cold
you don’t come around now this fight is getting old.
I joist to call a truce pulling out the white flag
but my ego is too hot even when it's cold around.

I saw you the other time and you saw me then walked by
i called for you then you stop we talked awhile.
I was reaching out, you was playing hide.
Then you walked out those doors, I'm guessing it's bye for now.

I called the other day you left the buzz on me
then a jaded text, don’t put the blame on me.
You sounded all too salty here please add some spice don't leave
a text so rhetorical I wonder what we bleeding for apparently.

It's 7:20AM maybe I should call that truce and pull that flag
hoping colder heads prevail to rift this pain.
But I need you to realize that certain things must change
In order for us to go back been friends again.

Sent via sc. Let's see what you say
FYI: I did send the snap and she replied and we ight now!
friendship restored!

— The End —