Those who don't go with the wind
Will be shaped by it
Their blood will be waves
Their minds will be canyons
They will be shaped to a fertile and forgiving landscape
So that those who get carried by the wind
Will have a safe place to land

Rainbows are made
When the sun ***** the rain
A beautiful display of love
Colorful and gay

In my defense the door said employees only
I just didn’t know I had to be employed here

I think I'm gonna **** my alarm clock
Then father time
Spend the rest of my days
Trying to catch up with these children of mine
I wanna be the dad I never had
Before I get to old to do it
Then I wanna take my wife by her hands
wind her up one last time
And make love
until we both die

In a small town with big dreams
A girl named Chicago
Plays sim city
She builds the skylines
She will one day design
But until then her mom
says video games are just a waste of time

Hi
My name is pockets
and
I don't write poetry

I write soup kitchen fortune cookies
I write narcotic fueled nocturnes
I write speeches for the speechless
pornographic lamentations
questionable quotations
And a bunch of filthy words

But I don’t write poetry
Cause nothing I’ve ever said
has been that beautiful

Beer for breakfast
Liquor for lunch
Drunk by dinner
Out by 1