I can’t do any kick flips or anything notable on the skateboard really. Specially not in these stupid espadrilles. Who the fuck invented them? Sure they look fashionable and cute as fuck, but after an hour on them your feet are sure to have bruises for days.
heart beats faster… should he do it?… here she comes… he does a back flip and gets down on his knees with red roses and a diamond ring…baby i promise i’ll take care of you forever… will you marry me?
flip this way, go and flip again. I don’t care which way you flip as long as it’s not to them. I’ll flip you over and pour you out. Like my favorite drink but with a little less doubt.
It turned in and out of my hands. Grasping at the edges of stability yet uncomfortable in settling for anything less than chaos.
That’s how it always goes.
Not enough flip, too much flop. And they accuse me of indecision…if only it were that simple.
She’s going to flip. It’s going to be the most horrible experience of my young life to have to tell Marianna that Turk lost her favorite golden shoes. He’s too much of a weenie to tell her himself and she can’t go around NOT knowing. So it falls to me to tell her, because to know but not tell feels like a lie.
“What the hell!” I flipped over the table and stormed at her, “What the actual FUCK are you thinking!” I threw a punch at her and she jumped back, my fist barely grazing her face.
I’m not that girl.
The giggly girl.
The batting eyelashes girl.
The winky, flirty, hair flipping girl.
Except sometimes I am.
Around you.
I hate it.
That’s not me
But it’s the only way you like me.
Deep inside I know that means you don’t really like me.
I don’t dwell on that fact.
If I did I’d flip
And my world would crumble.
I walk along the empty seaside, cold sunset sand sticking to the undersides of my feet and between my toes. It’s a tourist attraction in the summer, but now barren in the middle of the off-season. It’s just as well. Something rotten permiates the air; I’m not sure if the scent belongs to damp curls of kelp abandoned on low-tide beaches or the scattered bodies of the fish. There are always too many of them when the tide goes out, left behind by the salty water. They’re nothing but an eyesore when the tourists are around. Nobody wants to see fish gasp for air that they can’t breathe as they helplessly flip and flail. And now, by myself in the dusk-light, they create the unsettling illusion that the beach is covered in small, silver ghosts.
flip the side of light that takes kings and subverts them to crumbled secrets, light that bonds the day with the aching tree that reaches towards space with fractured claws. exchange delay for reason, let light scratch on mirrored glass and pull the foetus of beginning through the womb of the end.
I flipped. I literally flipped. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t literally, I’m not a gymnast or anything, but I flipped. What was I supposed to do when I found out my future self had traveled back in time to fuck my girlfriend while I was at work. How do you even respond to that. I mean I could be all douche frat boy and high-five myself, but… Oh fuck it, that’s what I’m doing.
the earth is alive. the earth can feel me. we are me. I am you. we are the earth.. love is love and hate is love unrequited. all is one
jubilee jazz power is alive again.
I watched expectantly, and he had surely improved. He was flipping the crepes without tearing or cracking. It was the best homemade food I had had in a while.
She is a butterfly midflap
As she flips through the air.
She is a vision in lace as she twists
Uncaring of her skirt as the wind
And sky caresses her thigh.
Her laughter rings out like that
Old cliche bell and I am in awe
That the beauty described in
Poetry exists in reality.
there’s a reaction for every action, as the theorem goes. always. that seems to be the way it is for them. rise, fall. leave, chase. he doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t think he can do it any other way.
there’s action and reaction; and then there’s with and without.
“Turn the mirror over. It’s lying flat on it’s face, and you cannot look through it.” He sips his whiskey takes a slow, wavering breath. “Now flip it back up and take a peek. See your face? No? Neither can I.”
“What does it mean?”
“Maybe we’re ghosts.”
Flip to my loo my dee my darling flip the the loo da day. Flippinos in my apartment complex making curry for the neighbor kids. I feel so jealous. I’m so hungry. I love lil flip he would say….nigga what is yall sayin.
The car flipped 6 times. No survivers. How could you survive that? I wish you didn’t love to speed. I wish a lot nowadays, but they never come true. Still, it’s all I can do with myself. I sit in the living room, all alone, wishing. Wishing the car hadn’t flipped 6 times.
i want to flip you the fuck off. you make me angry and i just dont want to be with you anymore. but i feel stuck because i love you, and you cant just let it be that we are not ment to be..i dont want to go to the others, but it is hard when they treat me with sweet words and you swear and flip me off inside.
She ran from the room, thoughts flying every which way in her mind, trying to somehow comprehend what she had just seen. It was like her entire world had turned upside-down, a single moment that would come to define her forever. A complete 180.
Flip yourself away, why don’t you? Off the cliff, into water, and into arms. You’ll be just fine. I’m still on the edge, though. I’ll hang off for now. I can still feel it washing over me.
How could life flip so fast? Once I was happy now I want to die. I used to feel loved and now i am alone, falling a pit of despair. How could this have happen? Help.
As I flipped over the railing, I saw the world in a new way. In those seconds before my face made impact with the concrete, I was living somehow new. It seemed brighter. More alive. But maybe that was the knowledge of my ending. Much like life.
Please flip over the next card so I can see if I got the hand i should heave been dealt. tOday I have been lucky and I want ot make sure I can give thanks for this blessing. I wish you well by the same accord that I afford myself.
I spin and spiral in the air, and feel the rush of air as though it is in my skin, rolling up from the tips of my toes. I world is gone, just me and the air, then I sink into the ground, feet finding the floor without my brain’s say-so.
Mental image produces a penny flying through the air against a black background, and then a sarcastic voice saying “on the flip side”. What is the flip side of a penny? Is it whichever side lands facing up? Is that a flippant comment?
you flipped on a switch within my soul
that told me it was okay to feel
and though vulnerability may never be a strength of mine
my apathy may slowly drift into nothingness
and i may allow myself to feel all the pain and all the happiness i deserve
flip it up around and back down. it’s made for flipping. I like to flip upside down and then drown for a while until I’m flipped back up. I flip the hair on my face off into the ocean with the razors built from the metals of the earth. Poor earth, will be rich again soon.
the sky had flipped. trading the places of the most broken and the most blissful of human beings. nothing really was too different, except for now the segregated line of the lost and the remembered was forever abandoned. the broken could now experience peace; they could cry for happiness once more.
it won’t be long now though, until the sky must flip again. letting those who were content with life find it to be nothing at all compared to what it could be floating among the stars. they will begin to feel stranded in the desolate area which used to be known for its beauty and contempt. little could the universe have known that it was them who doubtlessly made it to be exactly that; desolate.
the broken will be healed, the healed will be broken. once the cycle has started, it will not be able to find an end.
indeed, the sky had flipped.
Her heart flips when she sees him again. It’s been years, at least five, and he’s, well he’s just as gorgeous as he’s always been. She doesn’t even let herself dream for very long about what if’s because she feels Spencer’s knee pressed against her thigh.
He thought he would flip upon the sight of the three-headed mare that stood before him, peering out from under it’s hair, regarding him with as fascinated a curiosity as Ryan bestowed upon it. It was nothing short of a miracle, to see such a specimen managing to survive to adulthood. A testament to the resilience of spirit, animal or otherwise.
You flipped me over. Your big hands placed upon my shoulder forced my body to shift. I was cradled in your arms now. Don’t let go, I thought. Please, just don’t. But, you did. It was never anything more than sex for you. I get that. I get that I agreed to that. “You’re okay, right?” you’d ask me. “Yeah, of course. I’m fine.” But I wasn’t…. I wanted more. More of you. More of that feeling.
flip. flipping around. that’s how my emotions are right about now. up and down on a roller coaster and i don’t know what to do to stop it. i don’t know how to stabilize them. i want the prozac to work, i really really really do, but if you look at me objectively I seem happy, but I’m still this depressed cutter who sees no way out.
Dolphins flip through rings, splash my face with a mixure of salt water and chlorine. So playful, yet trapped in a little pool when an ocean lies a mere 100 miles to the east. The real playground of the aquatic world.
I can’t do any kick flips or anything notable on the skateboard really. Specially not in these stupid espadrilles. Who the fuck invented them? Sure they look fashionable and cute as fuck, but after an hour on them your feet are sure to have bruises for days.
summersaults, pancakes, flipping mad, flip flop on the couch, flip forwards and backwards,
heart beats faster… should he do it?… here she comes… he does a back flip and gets down on his knees with red roses and a diamond ring…baby i promise i’ll take care of you forever… will you marry me?
flip this way, go and flip again. I don’t care which way you flip as long as it’s not to them. I’ll flip you over and pour you out. Like my favorite drink but with a little less doubt.
Flop.
It turned in and out of my hands. Grasping at the edges of stability yet uncomfortable in settling for anything less than chaos.
That’s how it always goes.
Not enough flip, too much flop. And they accuse me of indecision…if only it were that simple.
She’s going to flip. It’s going to be the most horrible experience of my young life to have to tell Marianna that Turk lost her favorite golden shoes. He’s too much of a weenie to tell her himself and she can’t go around NOT knowing. So it falls to me to tell her, because to know but not tell feels like a lie.
“What the hell!” I flipped over the table and stormed at her, “What the actual FUCK are you thinking!” I threw a punch at her and she jumped back, my fist barely grazing her face.
flip? back flip? back words? People having children before marriage what a bad word! Trampoline in the back yard doin back flips, im ready for summer
I’m not that girl.
The giggly girl.
The batting eyelashes girl.
The winky, flirty, hair flipping girl.
Except sometimes I am.
Around you.
I hate it.
That’s not me
But it’s the only way you like me.
Deep inside I know that means you don’t really like me.
I don’t dwell on that fact.
If I did I’d flip
And my world would crumble.
I always fantasized about that — a partner who is strong enough, agile enough to flip me right in the middle of it and not miss the rhythm.
Flip it over, Charlie! Git it boy! Good dog, good.
I walk along the empty seaside, cold sunset sand sticking to the undersides of my feet and between my toes. It’s a tourist attraction in the summer, but now barren in the middle of the off-season. It’s just as well. Something rotten permiates the air; I’m not sure if the scent belongs to damp curls of kelp abandoned on low-tide beaches or the scattered bodies of the fish. There are always too many of them when the tide goes out, left behind by the salty water. They’re nothing but an eyesore when the tourists are around. Nobody wants to see fish gasp for air that they can’t breathe as they helplessly flip and flail. And now, by myself in the dusk-light, they create the unsettling illusion that the beach is covered in small, silver ghosts.
flip the side of light that takes kings and subverts them to crumbled secrets, light that bonds the day with the aching tree that reaches towards space with fractured claws. exchange delay for reason, let light scratch on mirrored glass and pull the foetus of beginning through the womb of the end.
I flipped. I literally flipped. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t literally, I’m not a gymnast or anything, but I flipped. What was I supposed to do when I found out my future self had traveled back in time to fuck my girlfriend while I was at work. How do you even respond to that. I mean I could be all douche frat boy and high-five myself, but… Oh fuck it, that’s what I’m doing.
the earth is alive. the earth can feel me. we are me. I am you. we are the earth.. love is love and hate is love unrequited. all is one
jubilee jazz power is alive again.
I watched expectantly, and he had surely improved. He was flipping the crepes without tearing or cracking. It was the best homemade food I had had in a while.
She is a butterfly midflap
As she flips through the air.
She is a vision in lace as she twists
Uncaring of her skirt as the wind
And sky caresses her thigh.
Her laughter rings out like that
Old cliche bell and I am in awe
That the beauty described in
Poetry exists in reality.
there’s a reaction for every action, as the theorem goes. always. that seems to be the way it is for them. rise, fall. leave, chase. he doesn’t like it, but he doesn’t think he can do it any other way.
there’s action and reaction; and then there’s with and without.
“Turn the mirror over. It’s lying flat on it’s face, and you cannot look through it.” He sips his whiskey takes a slow, wavering breath. “Now flip it back up and take a peek. See your face? No? Neither can I.”
“What does it mean?”
“Maybe we’re ghosts.”
Flip to my loo my dee my darling flip the the loo da day. Flippinos in my apartment complex making curry for the neighbor kids. I feel so jealous. I’m so hungry. I love lil flip he would say….nigga what is yall sayin.
The car flipped 6 times. No survivers. How could you survive that? I wish you didn’t love to speed. I wish a lot nowadays, but they never come true. Still, it’s all I can do with myself. I sit in the living room, all alone, wishing. Wishing the car hadn’t flipped 6 times.
i want to flip you the fuck off. you make me angry and i just dont want to be with you anymore. but i feel stuck because i love you, and you cant just let it be that we are not ment to be..i dont want to go to the others, but it is hard when they treat me with sweet words and you swear and flip me off inside.
She ran from the room, thoughts flying every which way in her mind, trying to somehow comprehend what she had just seen. It was like her entire world had turned upside-down, a single moment that would come to define her forever. A complete 180.
Flip yourself away, why don’t you? Off the cliff, into water, and into arms. You’ll be just fine. I’m still on the edge, though. I’ll hang off for now. I can still feel it washing over me.
Gymnast… flips… spandex…. mmmm
How could life flip so fast? Once I was happy now I want to die. I used to feel loved and now i am alone, falling a pit of despair. How could this have happen? Help.
As I flipped over the railing, I saw the world in a new way. In those seconds before my face made impact with the concrete, I was living somehow new. It seemed brighter. More alive. But maybe that was the knowledge of my ending. Much like life.
Flip-flop or tick-tock
a flip of a coin
sand beach life
a flop?
or tick-tock
the time clock
and a flock
of children
and responsibilities
Flip-flop tick-tock
a flip a coin
sand beach life
a flop?
or tick-tock
the clock
and a flock
of children
and responsibilities
Please flip over the next card so I can see if I got the hand i should heave been dealt. tOday I have been lucky and I want ot make sure I can give thanks for this blessing. I wish you well by the same accord that I afford myself.
I spin and spiral in the air, and feel the rush of air as though it is in my skin, rolling up from the tips of my toes. I world is gone, just me and the air, then I sink into the ground, feet finding the floor without my brain’s say-so.
Mental image produces a penny flying through the air against a black background, and then a sarcastic voice saying “on the flip side”. What is the flip side of a penny? Is it whichever side lands facing up? Is that a flippant comment?
you flipped on a switch within my soul
that told me it was okay to feel
and though vulnerability may never be a strength of mine
my apathy may slowly drift into nothingness
and i may allow myself to feel all the pain and all the happiness i deserve
flip it up around and back down. it’s made for flipping. I like to flip upside down and then drown for a while until I’m flipped back up. I flip the hair on my face off into the ocean with the razors built from the metals of the earth. Poor earth, will be rich again soon.
the sky had flipped. trading the places of the most broken and the most blissful of human beings. nothing really was too different, except for now the segregated line of the lost and the remembered was forever abandoned. the broken could now experience peace; they could cry for happiness once more.
it won’t be long now though, until the sky must flip again. letting those who were content with life find it to be nothing at all compared to what it could be floating among the stars. they will begin to feel stranded in the desolate area which used to be known for its beauty and contempt. little could the universe have known that it was them who doubtlessly made it to be exactly that; desolate.
the broken will be healed, the healed will be broken. once the cycle has started, it will not be able to find an end.
indeed, the sky had flipped.
Her heart flips when she sees him again. It’s been years, at least five, and he’s, well he’s just as gorgeous as he’s always been. She doesn’t even let herself dream for very long about what if’s because she feels Spencer’s knee pressed against her thigh.
He thought he would flip upon the sight of the three-headed mare that stood before him, peering out from under it’s hair, regarding him with as fascinated a curiosity as Ryan bestowed upon it. It was nothing short of a miracle, to see such a specimen managing to survive to adulthood. A testament to the resilience of spirit, animal or otherwise.
You flipped me over. Your big hands placed upon my shoulder forced my body to shift. I was cradled in your arms now. Don’t let go, I thought. Please, just don’t. But, you did. It was never anything more than sex for you. I get that. I get that I agreed to that. “You’re okay, right?” you’d ask me. “Yeah, of course. I’m fine.” But I wasn’t…. I wanted more. More of you. More of that feeling.
flip. flipping around. that’s how my emotions are right about now. up and down on a roller coaster and i don’t know what to do to stop it. i don’t know how to stabilize them. i want the prozac to work, i really really really do, but if you look at me objectively I seem happy, but I’m still this depressed cutter who sees no way out.
Dolphins flip through rings, splash my face with a mixure of salt water and chlorine. So playful, yet trapped in a little pool when an ocean lies a mere 100 miles to the east. The real playground of the aquatic world.