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The Flipped Word Nov 2015
When did I grow up?
Was it when Santa never came
Or the no of candles grew on my cake
Was it when I got to see
That Maturity often leads to misery
Or adults aren't perfect, they ***** up
You've to work hard for forgiveness and harder for love
Was it when problems began to change
From candies and hopscotch to heartbreaks and pains
Was it when I realised that God
Wasn't everywhere, had to be found
Or everything you think isn't supposed to be said
That some feelings may never fully be dead
Was it when I saw how dark people could be
They spoke so well but didn't mean a thing
Or that the ones you love can become sick and go,
That there's such a thing as being truly alone
I guess it was when my awareness started to show up
*Ah, Why the hell did I grow up?
The Flipped Word Oct 2015
Tired of writing the same old poem
Sick of humming the same old song
Thirst for a change of scenery
Someone pull me out of this dump

Driving in a circle
Reach right back to the start
Same old stupid ending
It's becoming too hard

Routine emotional wrecks
have lost their charm
I'm so through with all the drama
Feel like a ****** piece of art

So take those words back
Shove them right back into your mouth
Because I trust based on actions
Not what you say or how you sound

I might seem like such a fool
Because you say the same words each time
And I let you back in
But baby won't ever commit that crime

Its said that you should trust
People Based On their actions
And you'll never be fooled by the crust
Of their spoken contraptions

So open your eyes and watch me do
What I should've done a long time ago with you
Perk up your ears and listen up as I say
Welcome to solitude, Enjoy your stay.
The Flipped Word Oct 2015
The moon, it sings to me every night
It calls to me, I'm the only one
Who is lonely enough to hear it's plight
A sad ballad, piano keys and blues
With a liquid feel
I almost feel like I'm floating
Up up and away
And it is in such loneliness
Where I don't feel so alone
The Flipped Word Oct 2015
Sometimes I see the clouds part
Pierced by sunlight, scattered shards
The sun burns a bit more bright
And for a second life seems alright

Sometimes the radio gods have mercy
They play that tune, the one I adore
So when I sing, my body sings with my voice
And for a second life seems alright

Sometimes amidst the jungle of concrete
I see the valiant blossom of lovely flowers
I feel greeted by the beautiful visitor, nature's might
And for a second life seems alright

Sometimes when I catch other's eye
There's a mirrored wave, a genuine smile
You don't need familiarity to be nice
And for a second life seems alright

Sometimes what I crave is what I get to eat
It doesn't happen often, a rare treat
But when the taste unfurls & I satiate my appetite
For a content second life seems alright

Maths may be my enemy but I do try to add
These small seconds where I'm incoherently glad
I throw my head back to the skies and laugh when I realize
That darling, this is a pretty **** wonderful life
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
The Flipped Word Aug 2015
Dead log, all green with moss
bitten at the ends, all torn off
weighing heavily on the waters grey
floating on, day after day

it lacks destination, it lacks direction
it seriously needs some life and action
dull movements, lazy floats
i wonder how long it will go on for

it is said "take a day at a time"
but you can't stay adrift throughout your life
where is the path? where's the change in the scene?
is dead and sluggish all it'll ever be?

it does get caught sometimes, it does get hitched
by some sturdy rocks, a stony ridge
but that's not enough to change it's course
windows of hope can't be mistaken for doors

But wait! oh wait! what do i see?
nature does change paths to set one free
the grey waters turn to bright blue and shift ways
and sometimes, *adrift logs do find their ways
The Flipped Word Jun 2015
I desire to be loved
I desire to be held
I desire to find someone
That makes my heart melt

I desire to travel the world
I desire to wide-eyed see
Every inch of our universe
Every nook and cranny

I desire to be fire
I desire to be ice
I want to be my own yin and yang
ah I want to suffice

I desire to achieve
I desire to bring pride
For myself and my family
Only confidence in my stride

I desire to touch lives
I desire to make a difference
I desire to leave a bigger effect
To leave my own print

I desire so much
It's the magic of youth you see
Right now everything's possible
If i just allow myself to dream

So when I grow wrinkly and old
And have quenched all these fires
I hope I still have the courage
And the freedom to let myself desire
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