happy poem in your pocket day

You’re on my skin tonight, the winds shift from gear to gear– I let my fears go tonight. I miss you rings true, you don’t have your number, but I still wait. Maybe you’ll call me some day. Maybe this is all a dream and I’m really the one that’s dead instead. They say poetry shouldn’t be so direct, it should feel like a magician’s act. For this first part, you’re on the moon. I can never get you down. You’re here almost every night, I can’t stop you from shining. I wish I could’ve held you that night. I wish I could’ve called you. I wish I could’ve heard your voice. I wish I could’ve held your hands. I wish I could’ve told you that you weren’t alone and you’ll never be alone. I wish I could’ve kissed your forehead goodnight. I wish I could’ve told you that I loved you. I wish I could’ve stopped the world for you even if it meant you’d only be there for another second. The sweetest things happen so quickly, I wish I could’ve been there to hold you tight, tell you that everything was going to be alright. I wish I could’ve told you that having no hair is in. It’s okay, I’ll go bald with you. I wish I could’ve told you that I’d be waiting for you. I wish I could’ve told you about the books I’ll write for you. I wish I could’ve read poetry to you. A poem a day keeps the heart filled with art. You don’t need to cry anymore. You don’t need to hurt anymore. The sad songs can have happy endings. Romeo and Juliet doesn’t need to die, I’ll rewrite Shakespeare. Classical music doesn’t have to have a sad appeal, I’ll play the happiest songs for you. You’re on my mind tonight, my heart shifts from fear to fear– if I am just an illusion or a dream and you are the dreamer, then dream me into a smile. Keep it warm, keep it alive. Keep me in your back pocket, the best poems are surprises. Keep me inside of your palms, I’ll deliver your words into sweet nothings– tell you that I love you just to love you. Tell you that I miss you just to miss you. Tell you that I need you just to need you. Tell you that you’re important. Tell you that you’re special. Tell you that you’re beautiful. Tell you that you’re sweet. Tell you that you’re cute. Tell you that the story never ends, it just needs a quick pause, the greatest pieces ever written has one or two. Tell you that this? Death? It’s just another adventure and if it’s somehow beautiful– won’t you send postcards? I saw that quote in a movie and it was used kinda weird, I find this prose piece fitting. This is my apology to you, I haven’t been myself as of lately and my intentions are pure. I want my words to reach you, maybe break the fourth wall of my story kind of poetry. If the world is a sick simulation and I’m always destined to be here, at this very moment, stuck at 5:09 am, a little high, a little heartbroken, a pack of cigarettes in, a little damaged, a little lost, a little trapped, a little hurt, a little stressed, a little torn, a little bit without you– then I’ll pick every option that’ll return me to that fateful day when I was asked for a poem. Straight from my thoughts and into your veins. You’re on my skin tonight and I just want you to stay even if you’ll be gone by sunrise.
—  On my skin
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

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

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.

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