happy poem in your pocket day

happy mother’s day,
I know you’re spending it alone,
I know you’re spending it with empty pockets,
but with a hit or two.
or maybe you’re finding yourself in someone else’s bed
to fill the void of my father
who couldn’t stand that you loved blow
more than you ever loved him or me.
perhaps you regret it all
but not enough to stop,
not enough to make sure your little girl
would have a healthy heart, healthy blood or a healthy brain.
not enough to make sure I wouldn’t come out like you,
kicking and scratching,
an infant,
a small body, tiny hands,
no words present to express the amount of pain I was in.
heavy doses of morphine,
colicky crying
and my mommy couldn’t hold me,
they deemed my mommy unsafe to hold me,
for that she never grew to know me
and she never grew to love me.
so happy mother’s day to the hole in my heart,
to the void that will never be filled.
to the day I despise the most,
like I’m sure you would.
to the reason why I’m emptying myself into other people,
searching for the love my mother couldn’t give me,
for always coming up empty handed
and disappointed,
for the unhealthy habits
and every birthday missed.
mother, this one is for you.

Puppy-that was
What you called me;
You never had to doubt
My slavish adoration.

Soon you learned that
It’s dangerous to take
In strays, so clingy,
They’ll follow you anywhere.

I was only too happy to
Fit in your pocket,
To beg for your attention,
To wait for you to care.

I squeezed my dreams
Into plastic bags
And leaky trunks
Awaiting your whim.

That night I drank till
I was sick and
You kicked me the hardest
When I was already down.

Your shame made
Me a shadow,
Creeping closer
To the darkness ,

Until one day
I was gone.

“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.” -Max Ehrmann

walking with hands in your pockets. happy pictures. feeling someone breathe. keeping up with old friends. long roads with mountains. the smell of freshly cut wood. wearing sweatpants after a long day of wearing jeans. that little moment after the rain stops. making others feel good about themselves. small cute compliments. when that one person looks at you even for a split second. an extra half hour of sleep in the morning. a smile from a stranger.
—  name aesthetics: Jena //requested by anonymous

Hii. So aside from the quotes and poems, if you’re anything like me, you’re probably a struggling college student, or if not, maybe you hate your job and want to make some quick pocket cash. We’re all in different financial situations.

This is a true story. I was browsing around the other day and came across a website I thought was a scam, but I figured, hell I got nothing to lose. So, I tried it out and it changed my life. I did some simple emailing tasks and actually got paid. Ah, I was so happy. 

See, I’m the type of person who needs to be his own boss. I don’t like schedules or being told what to do.

And no, I’m not a bot lol, or an advertiser. I didn't get hacked. I just wanted to share my experience and maybe help out some people the same way I would appreciate it if someone helped me. Again, I know what it’s like to have no money to do anything in this world. 

If you’re interested in knowing more, or in need of some quick cash, feel free to message me. I can provide details and give you a link to check it out for yourself. 

If you’re not interested just skip over this and keep scrolling. They’ll be more quotes and poems to come!

anonymous asked:

if i was dating u id write poems for u as much as i could id esp write them on days that ur sad or upset bc youre really lovely and although i suck w my words - im better at expressing feelings and appreciation through poetry ! id hug u every time id see u and take u on dates weekly if u wanted to go out ! id draw gay sketches of u daily and just sneak them into ur pockets when u werent looking ! id try my best 2 make u happy no matter what !!

send me “if i were dating you” anons

i dont know how can you think such amazing things to do togheter with me…. its making feel the happiest i felt today really, ilysm !!!!!!!!!!
and im sure you are great with poetry !! its such an artistic way to express your true self, i admire you !!

Poem in Your Pocket Day!

Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! This is a day dedicated to the awesome art of poetry. To celebrate this poetic day carry a copy of your favorite poem in your pocket and share it with others. Share it with your coworkers, friends, family, and anyone else you think could use a little poetry in their lives. And then let us know what poem you decided to share and if anyone shared their favorite with you.

A Poem For Your Pocket

There will be a minute or 2 during the day
when you will most certainly feel this way,
a crawling sensation of inadequacy
and your shoes won’t fit the same
you’ll shrink just a little bit more
something in you will urge you to run
hide in the filthiest and darkest corner
nobody wants you, nobody really loves you
the worth of you comes crashing down
like Black Monday for the stock market…

When this moment strikes
it strikes hard, catching you unawares
maybe your defenses are down just then
and this feeling lingers on for what seems
like forever — a promise, it says,
to plague you unkindly

But this minute or 2,
it will last for its duration
until you brush it off your shoulder
like imaginary lint, imaginary dirt
for it is just that —
the mind is a funny specimen
looking for balance by causing anarchy
sometimes you wish it had a button
to click to switch off for a bit,
or even just unfriend hmmph!

This is what I want you to do for me —
Take this little thought out of your pocket
and flash it at the black cloud overhead,
flash it like the Agent of Humanity you are
show it you are stronger than the winds
sturdier than the mountains
fiercer than storms that ravage the seas

Then smile.

Because you have won
a raging war
in a minute or 2.


Happy Poem in your Pocket day (April 21st!). If you forgot your poem, don’t worry, he’s a bunch of haikus for you!