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I put my hands in my pockets,
                                   protecting
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
Salem Noxolo Sep 2018
I ate a hot pocket for breakfast
It tasted like eggs

So then I ate a hot pocket for dinner
And it tasted like cheese

I ate a hot pocket for breakfast.

And I'll eat one tomorrow too

What a wonderful view
I can see the future
Oh, those (hot!) hot pockets!
Me and you shall soon pursue
An ****** of nutrition

Maybe I'll change it up soon

Eat a brick instead
Or maybe a loaf of bread
Or maybe all my left shoes
And maybe a dozen snails too
I'll pick them up fresh
At the ****** of dawn
Before the earliest bird
And line them one by one
Some garlic
Some salt
A bit of Betty's butter
And into the oven they go
But what do you know?
--  They already made a hot pocket of them too!  --
I'm a bit of Betty's butter bored
Gretchen Lynch Jul 2018
in your palm
the grains of my existence rest
pieces of me
continue to fall through the gaps in your fingers
as I fall deeper for you -
a force of nature
undeniable and grounding.
and as time ticks on
and you find we are apart
check your pockets
after our nights spent amongst the dancing watercolors of the sunset
I promise you will find me
because for you
I am made of sand
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
Deceit,
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.
©abpoetry2018

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/07/she-angel.html
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
Maybe,

it will be enough
Odious Wench Oct 2017
Don't sit there and laugh
I promise it's real
I'm nowhere near daft
But I have an appeal

Women have united
We held a caucus
It has been decided
We want deeper pockets

Not stitches of yarn
To create the illusion
Not fingertips only
Whole hand exclusion

Not pockets so small
They cause a contusion
Not 1/4 of whole
Causing wallet protrusion

I should not be coerced
To carry a purse
It's like we're accursed
pocket problems traverse

You get it right on dresses
But never on pants
I need to stress this
Dress to pant transplant!

You do it for males
All big and cozy
Put some wind in your sails
This is no time to mosey

Pocket Equality for all!
Across every brand
Divided we fall
United we stand!
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