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Sanjana Apr 25
Shouldn’t I have four of them?
Instead, I am stuck with two that barely fit my thumbs
I think my hands are going numb

300 full shelves
None of them actually help

Small pockets
Cause I’ve got a socket
Playing with a locket, that can’t put it in my pocket

Where do I put my pad I'm being serious
This is a completely ridiculous period.
I feel everyone looking at me, I'm point-blank furious
Because now, all the guys are curious

What the hell?
Style over utility - very well
All the girls know, but no one ever tells

My buddy has 4 inches and plug
Got some that can fit 4 bags of drugs-s-s?
With his Nike airs, and his no good hair
His Levis don’t fit that snug
This is ridiculous, we are in the 21 century and we still can't figure out women's wear. WE NEED POCKET SPACE TOO! I mean we're the ones who actually have to care around our "supplies" period
Dakota Gavin Jan 15
“Are you cold?”
“Put your hands in my pockets, it’s not weird.”

How is it that you can turn something so ordinary into something so intimate?

I may have put my hands in your pockets that night but you put your hands on my heart.

From that day on I gave you permission to put your hands in my pockets as well.  

It’s not weird.

“Come here”
“That’s my pocket”
“Yeah, we are kind of known for those aren’t we?”

Have you ever noticed how no matter where you go that you can always find a pocket?

You may think that pockets were special to us but let me tell you, everyone has them.

From that day on pockets became my new favorite thing, especially when they were yours.

It’s not weird.

“Is everything okay?”
“I think we need a break.”
“Stop playing with your pockets and talk to me!”

How come everything that’s good in the world always has to come to such a bitter end?

I may not have been as important to you, but you and your stupid pockets became everything to me!

From that day on I looked for you and your pockets everywhere.

It’s not weird.

“Do you always skate with your hands in your pockets?”
“Just when you’re around.”
“Of course you would say that.”

Have you ever even noticed that I don’t wear jeans anymore, or that my jacket pockets stay zipped?

You may have seen that if you weren’t so focused on entertaining other girls.

From that day on pockets and everything related became the bane of my existence.

It’ not weird.

“Are you cold?”
“Don’t you remember? I’m always cold.”
“Put your hands in your pockets, it won’t hurt.”

How come people always try to simplify and eliminate the pain they’ve never felt?

I may not be the only girl you will ever be with but I promise, nobody will ever appreciate something as little as your pockets like me.

From that day on I ignored you and your pockets to the best of my broken ability.

“You didn’t come to my game.”
“Just put your hands in your pockets and go.”
“I’m sorry.”

Have you ever noticed how you only feel bad about the way you make others feel after you experience the hurt as well?

You may not think you did anything to hurt me but my heart breaks every time I look from your blue eyes to your blue jeans and their stupid pockets.  

From this day on I refuse to let you and your pockets cloud up my mind and life.

It was always weird.
I put my hands in my pockets,
Whatever can be found inside

I found it!
It was a child in a small red house,  and then an apartment, and then in a lamp...

3, 2, 1,
I Am the Genie.
You wished for my health,
You wished for me to stay,
And the last wish
             You gave it to me!
But I am not your genie...
I belong to the child,
To the past, to the future... But most importantly,
To the wonderland.

Take your hands out of your pockets!
Eva Nov 2018
I hadn’t any dreams
In my hands
You sometimes hold
My wishes
Fell through
Holes in my pockets

I was very much empty and I
Wanted you to know
Arcassin B Jul 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

The She-angel that could make me sing out
My feelings to submission breaking
Down the walls where my heart resides,
Painting pictures in my pineal allowing
Me to give in with no sure measure of
She-angel listens to my words and even now it still it amazes my soul,
Jumping for joy and not in fear of being
Left behind,
Her accent gives me chills in the most
beautiful axis,
The world was never ready for you my angel,
I will walk to the ends of the earth with nothing to live for with a pockets of hopes that faded away in the fire where my trust got extinguished,
But with you my angel everything revived itself, I Thank you for that.
E McNamara Mar 2018
I was tied like a ribbon.
Tied to a silver coin
I followed it everywhere
It was survival

They tell you to do what you love,
But who is financing my dreams?
I only see one decision.
The silver coin.

The ribbon slowly tightening
Around my neck,
Starting to choke the choices
Out of me.

They tell you to do what you love,
But they only mean
The dreams that collect silver coins.
The dreams that fix massive dept.

So what am I to do?
My dusty pockets
And love of art
Leaving me at a crossroad.

I wish for a different world.
Where achieving your dreams
Wasn't a fantasy,
And I could paint words for a lifetime.
How on earth do I become who I want to be?
Bella Nov 2017
Tell me...
Are your pockets big enough to hold what I am about to give you
If they’re not
Than get a bag
Get a jacket
Because I will take every inch I can get and then spill over a little bit more
I will hide in every crevice you will give me

You can wash me out again tomorrow
It’s ok
I will find somewhere else to put my heart
To put my soul
The pieces no one wants
It’s ok

But for right now
Hold me in your hands as well
Because I will tell you until you say stop
Until it’s enough
And there will be more
but it’s ok
I will find somewhere else for that.

Just take what you will
Take what you can carry
Because my words and my thoughts overlap
And they don’t always make sense
But if you will just hold them

it will be enough
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