#upsidedown
If you contained
the creative curiosity
that fills my skin
I think your poem
would go something
like this
most girls smile
and twist their hips
but my baby
smiles upside down
freckled dimples
and cinnamon hair
skinny curves
I can’t help but stare
our story feels
upside down
but nothing else
has ever felt so
right
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
upside down,
you turn me,
inside out.
my guts spill out,
the same way my love for you
once did.
my heart stops beating,
the same way it did,
when you broke it in two.
my eyes turn inside out,
like they did
when you hurt me,
so i could stop myself
from seeing your faults.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
You use your cleanest rag
to clean a mess
An antiseptic swab
to clean a wound
And the softest strongest
to wipe your ****
Only the strong
can be burdened
Only the living
bleeds when cut
And a tree withered
to its roots still lives
The poor illustrates
the folly of greed
The outcasts reveal
the pretence of good
And the chosen shattered
that evil's judged
Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC
In a forest without trees
Where only a buzz is heard, not seen
She laid on black ground
Her belly up and her face down
She stared at the missing stars
Empty spaces of used up light, now just scars
Bathing in a sea of mud
She lifted her hands and saw blood
LIFE she thought, so from the ****** muddy pulp
A melting body she tried to sculpt
To bring to life from the wet dirt
A being to love her, although formed in a chaotic birth
To fill the voids with light and sense
Instead, a being stood, made of nonsense
Upsidebackwords and a grievous grin
For which she hugged dispute the sin
Pretending that light magically appeared
Knowing it was only her sanity that disappeared
Upsidebackwords and a spinning head
She would be okay here, amongst the dead
Living in an empty chaos was better than not
So she gave up what she had originally sought
Spent her life in the upsidebackwords, and forgot
That she created this being to aid her escape, but it was all for not.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
ʎɐʞo slǝǝɟ ƃuᴉɥʇou
punoɹɐ pǝddᴉlɟ puɐ
uʍop ǝpᴉsdn lǝǝɟ ᴉ
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 5:39 AM UTC
Upside-down and unconditioned I
climbed my tower.
Sprinkled my flecks and dodges.
Wistful-eyed, in soul surrender
with my twin wild roses, I grew.
Sunset in mauve near sparked attention
cop politician any progressive crew
and all the while
I whinnied to the moon.
Before the door was broken into
under-rooms had shut, had disappeared.
Streaks of starlight filled the streets
and sailing, flew.
This is way the desert sings
tra-la-tra-lee.
Tra-lee-la.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
Just like that I fell
I fell into your arms
Wrapped around my skeletal body
Wrapped around my soul
You held my heart so tight
As tears fell right on top
And burnt my skin
My blood raging in fury
And demons circulating in my veins
It happened so suddenly
I shut my eyes and when i opened them
uʍop ǝpısdn sɐʍ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 3:58 AM UTC
Paper planes, falling
down,
down—
down.
Into the starlight,
that is upside down.
In my heart, it’s beating
one,
two—
three.
The street lights are blinking,
in the upside, down.
My world is red, it's shadows.
Raven black.
The treetops are swaying,
in the upside, down.
Black on red, it’s pattern
tartan plaid.
Who’ll be my lover?
In the upside, down.
As above, so below.
Touch me until my bones
grow cold.
I am a dream so, shut your eyes.
And hold me close—
in the upside, down.
Till the music stops playing,
and the sheet music
is scrolled across my lungs.
As though nothing could fail
in the upside, down.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Backwards; maybe
I'm not upside down
I'm looking for a new perspective
When you are down; you're really up
So perk up; all is well
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
Sometimes,
Being strong is lonely
Happiness is obligation
Love is slavery.
Being alone is freedom
Tears are relieving
Hatred is bravery.
Nights are beautiful
Nights are intimate
Warm sun stings in the eye
Falling is freeing
Falling is beginning
Earthy land against the dusty sky
Stars, with their borrowed light,
Are more hopeful
Than the moon and all of the nigh
Than all of people
Than you
And I
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
I left Marcus Aurelius on the coffee table,
Stumbled and caught myself in the mirror.
Only to tumble on down through the fridge.
I was seated on air as a guest of honor.
Feed my wisdom, drank my creativity.
Finally breathed in your soul,
As I crawled up the bed to tuck myself next to you.
I sighed and began to dream again.
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
have you ever cried upside down?
felt the tears stream up your face
down with gravity
and into all the wrong places?
felt the droplets, cooling as they race away from their mirrored origin,
slide over furrowed brow
across forehead and temple to dampen the sliver-thin hairs—
the ones that glow when lit from behind
—and rest where skin meets strand?
no
you have not felt these things
how could you have?
your world is always right side up.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Once upon a time I
Cried in agony
As the mornings solemn tune
Reminded me.
When I hid as a child
I mostly hid from the Monsters
Under my bed.
How can I
Ever become a better version of myself?
By looking at my past mistakes
And learning something new.
Part of the world is gone
And another part is cruel
And I belong
To the unexplored oceans blue
In a rush
My heart is always telling me
To act, to yell
To be alive with every cell.
If I saw it, I would know it
Since it always lingers
In my mind
Most of the time
I demand attention from my chosen family
Because I want them to know
That they're what makes me happy.
An upside down tree
Showing that I'm in Wonderland.
Like the singer who said,
"Sometimes it's just plain stupid to get into any kind of wind."
He must have known
That wind will blow
And shape something new.
In this world,
I'm not sure why,
But I have a suspicion
I'm not alone.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
Skip stones until the reflection is unknown,
and drown.
Lungs pumping oxygen,
and twice as much hydrogen now.
Before you realize,
the world is what's upside-down.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Money, fame, worldly securities.
If you have them you will never need
Faith, hope, love, and things like these,
You should only seek out the important things
Which gives life true meaning.
Family, friends, beliefs and dreams,
All that is nice, but a good life requires
Power acquired, fulfilled ****** desire, fortune transpired.
Life will surely continue and be pleasant without
Anything abstract or intangible, no doubt.
The finer things in life always come from
A bigger this, a newer that, a stable income.
Just look at what the people at the top own;
Money can buy happiness 'til the day you die
And yet people still buy into the lie
Living for others is not a wasted life.
It's a truth that should trickle from the top-down,
But what if these words were read the other way around.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
You're right.
The world's not black anymore.
But it's still looking grey.
Okay.
It isn't night anymore.
But it surely isn't day.
The world isn't upside down anymore.
But I'm still not looking straight.
The door isn't locked up tight anymore.
But it's still a locked up gate.
I might not be standing still anymore,
But I'm still not ready to run.
My finger isn't on the trigger anymore.
But I haven't put down my gun.
You may not see me cry anymore.
But you still don't see me grin.
No, I'm not shutting you out anymore.
But I'm still not letting you in.
I'm shaking hands with the darkness.
And I'm shaking hands with the light.
But I can't let go of either,
Or they'll see each other and fight.
Don't assume that
Because I don't sink anymore,
That I must be flying.
Just because I'm not dead anymore,
Doesn't mean that I'm not dying.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
"Be the change you wish to see in the world"...
But I was born upside down
and instead I am all the things I know I need to change,
but don't.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
*What? No.
This can't be happening, yes,
My world,
Is upside down
And topsy turvy
And spinning
And spinning
What? No.
Help.
Please.
What? No.
No? What.*
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
In paradise the ocean is the sky
Where the birds swim by
And fish fly from tree to tree
Trying to not bother a single bee
Starfish light up the night
That sure is an astounding sight
Sea horses gallop through mountains
They all go their own ways
Butterflies flutter around kissing corals
To get a taste of their sweet succulent nectar
This is paradise
And the ocean is the sky
In this world that is upside down
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
It's one of those days
I can't make sense of my thoughts
and quite frankly
it's ******* me off.
I don't even know
what I want anymore.
I say one thing
and do another
And I know
it makes no sense
but I can't help
my senselessness.
I'm drowning in my indecision
and my desire for difference.
And really
I feel defeated.
But I swear will not be.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:38 AM UTC
Kissing upside-down.
At first it seems like a fun idea.
(If spiderman can, we can, right?)
But ultimately, it's clumsy
And awkward.
They say opposites attract
But when my top lip
And your bottom lip
Try to match up together,
There's no denying,
It doesn't quite fit.
A crash-collision.
With him it was like kissing upside-down:
Cool for a while
But the top and bottom just don't match
Quite like they do right-side up,
And it lost its novelty at a steady pace.
Two different halves don't always make a whole.
Sometimes it's two of the same.
Kissing her is like kissing regular.
I don't mean regular-regular.
I mean over the moon,
Past the stars,
Around the universe and back again regular.
I mean running so fast you think your legs
Might fall out from under you
And you might learn to fly regular.
I mean spinning in circles
On an old tire swing
Until you reach that moment when you forget where you are
And feel the rotation of your organs
So you stop to watch the world swirl before you
Putting everything out of perspective regular.
As unique as 'normal' could possibly exist.
I guess
For me,
Him and her
Just didn't seem to fit
The same way
She and her
Does.
And I don't think I'll be kissing anyone
Upside-down again
For a while.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
I trace my finger around. With red lipstick on I wear the skin of the pets I had, looking like a marigold shot through the head, my bare skin is barbed in the back. Such trouble and quiet with the wrap-around, the cross-walk, and floral shop as I browse. The white elephant in the upstairs bedroom, is making it hard for every one of us to sleep. With this Africa becomes a disease, that I unwrap from a cotton white sheet. When I breathe life is going good, under the spells of wicked and word. I like to call out in the night, so with no response I can plead for the courage to think; all the suburban philistines try to help me, but I can't tell a joke because I cannot read. Every thing amounts to being fat. Or liquidated in the most pathetic singles party for Karl Lagerfeld.
Numb fingers slur the words as I type telephone numbers that end in threes. I see a notice to be called upon, but it's hard to remember what day it is when your job only pays you in financial advice, "Don't do as I do, but please just do what I say." And I can smell that. The approach that a hunter brews in his midnight solemn cup of tea. Where a voice chimes in while a mouse runs out, dragging the corners of my eyes in a lagging meme, it doesn't do well to even be yourself sometimes, once while traveling I couldn't see. Come that morning I had left my hotel pass inside my favorite pants, black denim toting paint from a ******** shot, a picture that explains my disease.
The fifty inch fan hums an anonymous tune that when I turn quickly towards it becomes this feral baboon. And is it hardly based on fact or is it the illusions and the myths that Christopher Robins struck inside of me. With his griseous hands made of soot and of gouache, that worshipped animals that wear clothes outside. And even sometimes there are z's that transform into other creatures that hum real fast and talk out loud in nursery rhymes, a Whatsit and a Woozel are totally, too much for me. I turn the fan off and lay back down, and fight the world off with hands from another guy, much braver than I who doesn't even have tattoos but he's the top wordsmith from Buckingham. What a beautiful treat and such a magnificent surprise that the elephant lays down to die. Of course that's when my mouth dries up with smoke and my voice turns into the vanilla flavoring that everyone hates, and then too I felt like laying down to die. But I'm not 97 like I had thought I'm quite sure that I'm still alive. The white moon shines into my bedroom window at night and I pretend that I direct for the sky.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC