"flipside" poems
"Don't forget,
We're in the business
Of giving debt,
Not forgiveness,
So hurry up
And get to
Paying us back
With interest,
Get fat from
Processed snacks
And a lack
Of fitness,
Get trapped in
Our system of
Inflicted sickness."
Fast food passes
For sustenance
When nutrition's offered
Based on status,
And corporate
Influence
Decides who to
Feed in
Massive batches.
Every time
A fascist
Plan hatches
A new law passes,
The steadfast
Campaign
To make our
Brains cabbage,
Our bodies
Ravaged,
Our spirits
Shattered,
A nation
So savage
And battered
We no longer
Care that
A handful
Of vultures
Are driving
The carriage.
Don't be a fool,
These puppets
Don't care
About guns
Or gay marriage,
It's just a show,
A transparent
Distraction
In the form
Debate between
Imaginary factions.
Money rules the world,
It's not just a saying
That it makes
This **** twirl,
It spins us around
And inspires
The slaying
Of entire towns,
It leads these liars
In the game
They are playing,
Telling us up
Is really down.
Well if down is
The new up
I guess I
Should stop
Laying in dirt,
And get myself
A job
Making other
People hurt,
And make a ton
Of money
And pretend
I have worth.
Catch you on the
Flipside,
From the flipside.
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
The flipside of the day
Brings a lot of melodies
Of painful journals
At most the moon and stars are dead
For those eyes that lament for the beloved
The breezy sound of the wind
Doesn't bring a beautiful song of serenity
Instead a tune of sinister
Darker than the night
Because the lullabies of every nocturnal
An echoing elegies
For those who were left behind
Sightseeing imaginary images
Whispering song for them
Every night
Still dying inside
5-25-2016
Mysterious_aries
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
The side the flipside
and the bridge.
The day the night
and the bond
the humbly wane
half-moon!
Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
I drink and lust,
I smoke and cuss.
But, my heart only finds Joy
In Jesus.
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Line Dancing with Lucifer
The breeze breathes like the Earth shares
the same pulse.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
but never fall.
The tingles tickle my toes.
I listen with my eyes.
Lucy isn’t in the sky with diamonds.
She’s passed out at the hotel bar.
I trip down the rabbit hole,
But always fall.
I am line dancing with Lucifer.
Erret. The record
scratches. If he likes the way
my hips sway, then
we don’t have to make a
deal. Adios,
amigo. I’m out of this hell hole.
(Literal hole leading from Hell)
The grass smells greener and
tastes taller on the
flipside. I walk on my hands everywhere
I go. Suga **** you on your hands again?
You’ll marry a rich man
one day, they said. He will
walk on two feet.
Barely bipedal.
EVOLUTION IS A LIE.
Que habla me nada.
The paintings started speaking soliloquies.
To be or not to be?
I don’t remember answering
the question.
I fall down the rabbit hole but
I never trip.
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
I want to be your today.
I want to be your tomorrow.
I want to be your everyday, every which way.
I want to be your twenty-fifth birthday, spent alone with a bottle of bourbon.
I want to be the breath between your words.
The long flight back home.
The first holiday spent abroad.
I want to be the steaming cloud of breath, on a cold January, three years from the next.
I want to be the sheets at night; the flipside of your pillow.
The favorite restaurant.
The hole in your pocket.
The knot in your shoelace.
The freckle on your nose.
I want to know the story of your first broken bone
(If there was one).
I want to know the religious awakening.
I want to know the cherished childhood memory.
The playground bullies.
The third grade science project gone terribly wrong.
Tell me about how he broke your heart.
Tell me about how she broke your heart.
Tell me how to make it better.
Give me the insoluble remedy; give me the chance.
I want to be your unanswered question.
I want to be the first thing when you wake.
I want to be the last thing when you rest.
I want to know your deepest secret.
Tell me about how it molded who you are today.
Give me the light- give me you.
You exist between the books on my shelves.
You exist in each stroke of my pen.
You exist where my punctuation doesnt
(See, you were right there).
You exist in the unsung melody.
The bruise on my hip.
That trigonometry homework left unfinished.
Those lyrics not remembered.
I think of you in the morning.
In the morning with disheveled hair, and bleary eyes.
I think of you with the click of a pen, the turning of the page.
With the brakes of the city bus.
With the bell after fifth period.
With those fading scars on my side.
You are my first encounter with the salty waves of the coast.
You are my first encounter of a well-rehearsed routine.
You are the roots of my hair.
You are the cherished memory.
You are the only one.
You are beautiful.
You are genuine.
You are brave.
You are you.
And, you make me me.
(a.m) 04/21/14
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
Garden to my left,
colors so bright
the snapdragons and sweet peas
nod their watercolored heads
in the morning's silken light
chutney-colored wall
leading to my door
shoes neatly stacked
with toys in baskets
upon the concrete-patterned floor
plants align the window sill,
marking the flipside to my kitchen
reminding me of wafting tastes
in the form of stir-fry
or juicy chicken
to the right
a pumpkin-spiced ball of fur
my Ginger nestled tight
body rising and falling
in deep slumber's purr
his springtime pillow
puffed just right
The laughter I hear
fills my ears and heart
as children, (mine, too)….play
and I sit with my legs upon the
Tupperware chair
and contemplate the day
Between my palms Turkish coffee
entices with its delicious steam
and here come the thought police
to interrupt my desert dream
Back off *************
I'm not going to jail.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
i have to cut you off for now
we can't complete our mission
seems I've overindulged in you
and now can't pay tuition
I've been ******** up in school anyway
it may be too late to fix
I failed calc 2 and heat transfer
and avoiding thermodynamics
The trip to Kauai we booked for spring break
it would have been 5 grand
I had to cancel that as well
hope you understand
maybe on the flipside
i'll take you on again
for now i'm laying belly up
allowing my brain to mend
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Looking upon Lake St. Clair
I saw it lying there today
In its watery grave
A large and lovely monarch butterfly
Its gossamer wings outstetched
As if it had gallently fought its death
And was determined to fly
Ascend to the air
To its temporary abode
Inbetween earth and sky
As far as its wings would take it
But it sadly did not succeed
On the one side, it was facing the lake
On the flipside, the open sky
I almost couldn't recognize it
As if it was a piece of junk floating along
But I eventually saw it cleary
This exquisite creature of noble name
And now I say that
Even this winged, airborne creature
Is bound to this earth
Like the rest of us
Who have not the gift of wings
And death is not just for suckers
The unfortunate who cannot hack it
For gravity must triumph in the end
And there is never a day
In which there ceases to be any death
Upon this mortal world
Many of us want to ward off its coming
As we bide our time
And try to outrun the inevitable
Hoping to outsmart the clock
Yet we are all creatures of this earth
Just as was this beautiful butterfly
Born to inhabitant this world
But never designed to stay
This isn't poetic license
In order to construct a clever poem
It truly happened to me
Making me stop and think
Out from a day in the ordinary
To ponder upon the brevity of life
With the instant reminder that
All magnificent things must die
Aug 25, 2012
Aug 25, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
No sleep leaves
Him sleep deprived,
He hides beneath
His drooping eyes,
And comes home to dwell
Within the silence of the night.
Before spreading across the bed,
He places his patched jacket
Above the ground, on a hook,
To hang, suspended for the flipside.
A glance at the clock tells him it’s three,
Plus a quarter turn to the right.
It’s always before dreams, it seems,
That he feels the need to pull
Out pen and paper, to write.
Very soon, he knows,
It will be bright.
And lights will shine in,
To wake him up, again.
Sometimes, though,
He likes to pretend,
That there isn’t an end,
To this nocturne world.
So while he…
His, mind dances along the moon,
With a little more wandering,
His thoughts seem in tune,
To a jazzy
Twilight atmosphere,
And he hears -
The quiet orchestra
Of his thoughts,
Amidst the dark.
For a short time,
He’s moaning with Mingus, absorbing Etta.
At last, his sleep has come along,
As he dips into the Milky Way
Until his thoughts are gone.
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:41 AM UTC
Your breastbone drum keeps me alive.
I’m not sure if I can make it out today
or tomorrow or yesterday.
You see, I try and when I try real hard
it’s like I’ve been cooked too long
and my clay just cracks.
In one full shudder, I shed my
whole body like a skin.
You send a message through the lines
“How are you today?”
My smile and shrug aren’t working for me right
so I try to breathe and say, “not okay”
without breaking you too.
I can’t write checks for the bills
or tug a sock on, or reach around for the blanket.
It’s too hard, I’m sad, I’m terrified.
My stomach hurts
and there are fists clenched up inside my thighs
and my chest that just won’t loosen up.
I can’t see past the seam of the pillowcase
two inches from my face.
I should mend it. It’s coming apart. Unraveling.
You give me a few words again
and I don’t feel lighter or fixed
because you can’t fix people.
We don’t come with system codes
or instructions for when we break
and lose our first-glance worth.
But I feel you like a concrete floor beneath
my palms or the old, pealing linoleum
in my bathroom.
It anchors me down, and I remember
to take a deep breath now and then.
It reminds me that I’m still here
and you’re still here
and that’s enough for now.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's joy in every second
So dreamy yet so real.
I've had my share of moments
and I keep reliving them.
The things I pen about,
Look at you actually living them.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's beauty in every minute,
Every minute as soothing as
when a wind chime rings.
I have my share of beauty
I pen it down every night,
Look at you in this shining armour
posing as her knight.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's charm in every hour,
Unlike this ordeal.
Often I pen about
how I starve for
these moments and then I
Look at you as the same
moments you devour.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
Every coin has two sides
What do I want I can’t decide?
I’ll catch it on the flipside
Or maybe I’ll just take some time
What do I desire?
What is it that I fear?
Let the rain wash my mind
So it’ll be easy to find
The answers that lay inside
Yeah I think it’ll take some time
What do I desire?
What is it that I fear?
What do I aspire
Solutions drawing near
Fear to take a chance
The fear to be happy
I’ll let the coin land
And then I will see
What do I desire?
What is it that I fear?
What do I aspire
Solutions drawing near
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
The clock strikes one and I am feeling down
By the window and i'm feeling all the pain
But what the hell is wrong with this old town?
It brings me grief and causes such disdain
Through its lonely channels do I walk
Come back each night and take a little time
To contemplate the big ways that I talk
And learn to fall the flipside of a dime
Alterations come and go too fast
Coffee shops and liquor stops they be
In number very few and never last
Short in time they fall to lock and key
The window glistens with my endless sorrow
Have to hope some good will come tomorrow
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lying in my arms, baby
You don't ever have to
Go faster than your fastest pace
Or faster than my fastest cars
I shouldn't have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doin' better
I wanted to reach out, but I never said a thing
I shouldn't have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doin' better
I wanted to call you, but I didn't say a thing
You don't ever have to
Be stronger than you really are
When you're lyin' in my arms, and, honey
You don't ever have to
Act cooler than you think you should
You're brighter than the brightest stars
I'll pick you up
If you come back to America
Just hit me up
'Cause this is crazy love
I'll catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California
You should just hit me up
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far
We'll hit up all the old places
We'll have a party
We'll dance 'til dawn
I'll pick up all of your folks and all of your Rolling Stones
Your favorite liquor off the top-shelf
I'll throw a party
All night long
-------Lana Del Rey
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
These days, not much comes into this weary mind.
I am finally beat down, I think.
I think I gave in to life, cruel mistress as she is.
I have my passion curbed and my hunger bottled,
and hopefully I will not shed blood for some time.
Although, I feel it's been too long since I've ripped you open
and laid inside your wounds.
I am picking at my scabs in idle wonder,
asking the kinds of questions they teach good girls not to think.
The how's and why's and causes of all that is bad,
and good.
I cannot understand the concepts I once cherished.
I cannot feel the fires that once burned.
I am becoming numb, and angry,
and violent as ever.
I am hellbent on destroying something-
probably myself.
But it all means nothing, if you believe that we live and we live
and we live
just to die.
On the flipside, of course, everything matters so much more.
I crave experience and adventure and new skin.
I cannot deny my need for blood and violence forever,
but hopefully the wounded will understand.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
*
Lasting in a second, I lost in your eyes;
At ease, I admit on your lovable ways;
Kissing lips twist, making us for a sweet intake;
No longer, I am able to wait, until you are awake;
Lying flipside, I appeal without even a word;
As if hidden parts could somehow be heard.
Rising high on a top to greet your gaze,
I converse to another part in an amaze !
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 4:18 AM UTC
Packed my bags
Flew the next week,
Ignoring the doubts,
I got fulfillment to seek.
Misunderstood accent,
Mispronounced name,
Ashes to ashes,
Foolish, its still the same.
Vague history,
Mistakes erased,
Broke and dream poor,
Resolve unfazed.
A new chapter,
closed door,
Figuring it out,
What I want and more.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
I changed my clothes brush my hair
Put on my make up to change my face
Play the part, play the role, it s not like they'll ever know
Pretend to be what they want you to be.
Please don’t look to close you might see the real me.
Is it really that hard. To like this face..
Now now don’t talk like that stay in your place
Do what is asked so nicely of you
Don’t say no, or they might not like you
GOD knows my struggle my pain is real
Oh come on how bad can it be, just deal
You don’t know my pain; is mine, not yours
Its not as easy or plain as you think
But when you are constantly told ..
Nevermind, just go on just blink, just breathe
The sun will come out tomorrow
Hold on pain ends
No one knows…no no now wait yes they do
Random words not much meaning
Unless you know how much it helps cleaning
When you can only make it go away when you
Wash, clean, wipe, scrub, wash, clean, wipe scrub, wash clean wipe scrub
Some may know not all do tho.
It’s a battle we fight on a daily.
Its not much to some but to us is crazy.
Now the flipside. No its not that
I like your face, but it looks nice with something
A touch of makeup …don’t cry about it geeze
It aint like im asking you to lose weight
Is it really that big a deal to do what is small in their mind
Even tho it’s a mountain in mine..
Try to help them see, make them understand
Yeah good luck there. You wont see them try ..
Wait wait hold on there you know **** well
Its trying for them too. So why you go all off
I don’t know cause it makes me feel crazy inside
When my outside isnt good enough…
And I don’t wanna make it be attractable to anyone
For your reason or whatever I don’t want people to look at me
I don’t want them to see me I want to be and stay just invisible….
Just outta sight invisible. So no one might
Take a look at the damage and the scars
They are deep, they are not gone. They stay always
Don’t dwell move on don’t think, don’t breathe.
Just be still do the devils will
Bend fold break do what they drill in to you
Just blink, just breathe nothing else.
They might just see what all hiding behind your walls…
When JESUS COMES TO call those who suffer for HIS name
You will wish you were one of us by and by.
Thank you LORD
For your grace
Your love
Your mercy
Your help
Your strength
You are my all with out YOU I am nothing.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
This pain
I cannot contain.
It broils and seethes
It gnaws and breathes
This pain
I cannot
Contain.
It seeps out my arms
In splotchy red stains
It billows out my veins.
I can feel it stretching
Testing it's claws
Eating at my shortcomings
Tearing at my flaws.
I cannot contain
this
pain.
It rips out of me
Until exhaustion is all you see
It breaks of great chunks
Dropping them with heavy 'thunks'
When it decides
They're useless.
Everyone
Is clueless
They see, but they don't do
I don't think they ever
Wanted to.
If I gave you a piece of my pain,
Could you feel it?
Could you feel the steady strain
The pull, the grasp
The hurt that makes you gasp?
If a smile is a frown
When you turn it around
I think that maybe...
I'm
upside
down.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
lipstick stains on
paper coffee cup lids
my brother always
told me i would have
to sit back and watch people
younger and more
inexperienced than i
succeed while i suffered.
oh but i
think he
was wrong
three conversations
and one free cup
of coffee later
things are starting
to look up for me
and i'm thinking that
i am the younger
one succeeding while
elders suffer.
*(on the flipside i
don't want to be
making sandwiches
for the rest of my life)*
and i wonder sometimes
if i'm just naturally
gifted or if i just naturally
try too hard to be liked
*(or there's an offchance
a slim blueish sliver of
possibility that the stars
have all been lined up for me)*
anyway that assumption
however incorrect it may
be is better than
last week when i
was thinking that no longer
was i good enough
*(but scratch that
nothing i ever accomplish
or that the skies
have pre-established
will make me believe
i'm good enough.)*
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
i see
i see Your face in the clouds
i see You're every shade of blue
in the sky
i see You
in every season
that passes me by
i hear
i hear a wise man
i hear the wise man say
"you go your way
i'll go your way too"
i heard him say that
i knew he was talkin bout me n You
i feel
i feel You
i feel You just as the spring breeze came
but just like a robin
You got on up
and flew away
i miss You
i miss You like a butterfly misses
her favorite flower when it has died
but with the breeze she will glide
up to the lucid blue sky
to join her true love once again
on the flipside
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC
Particular light
waving a billion
miles from billion
year ball of gas to
tickle my iris.
And I am shy to show
the ancient traveller
the flipside of men,
blast crater uprooting
the sacred tree of life.
What happened to the
marbled head,
so noble and *****
the burst of creativity
from cave to modernity?
What happened to sun,
einsteined to power,
the sunny side up
scrambled to gross
confusion and the limitless
cruelty to birthing eve?
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 3:18 AM UTC
I found a lover,
I call her my future......,
I call her my stock
She is beautiful and worthy
Yes, she is beautiful and worthy
I call her my wife,
yes, I call her my lover
Her physique, so stunning, lovely and portable
She's unique, pretty and much valuable
Yeah! she's my only flipside
It's true, I forgiven the maltreatment
Yes, I'm afraid to be solitude
I might become stultified
Yes, I might become stultified
That's why I am careful,
that's why I am careful, careful.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC