Poem in your Pocket day 2018

All For Your Memory

For your birthday I am going to send flowers to strangers that are going through a hard time.

For the winter holidays I am going to give away books with cards I signed from you.

For the sake of humanity, I am going to carve your face or name into something and burn it then tattoo your name to my heart. 

In Those Shoes

"How tall are you?"

"In beliefs or ticks on a tape?"

"What do you mean?"

"Which would you like to know?
A series of pointless numbers
or my character?"

"Uh..."

"Exactly!"

"Well, have a good day, I guess."

"Yeah, you too!"

As I Am

I am more than a wish you made on a falling star or lose eyelash. I am a goddamn goddess birthed of love and artistry and you will respect me as such because I deserve nothing less than respect. You do not have to be kind to me, you do not have to bow your head every time we pass each other by, but you should take it to heart that I do not have to be here and you would not be the same person you are today had we not met in that beautiful little bookstore, tucked away in the corner with all the broken hearted poetry. I am more than a wish you made on a falling star or an eyelash coming lose, and it's time you realize what that means for us.

A New Trend like Coffee and Lemonade

You can be the orange and I'll be the lemon. I can add flavor while you keep everything sweet and together. There's so much more that we could be if only we wanted to see the world in all of it's glory, and I'm ready to take that journey if you're ready to go with me. Who said citrus only had to be good for rotting out baby's teeth?

Keep On Rolling By

Slow down, take a deep breath - remember why we're here in the first place.

Slow down, breathe a little bit, this is what you asked for, Baby.

Slow down, it's all going to be okay - the bombs aren't assembled yet and the guns haven't been loaded.

The world may be at war, but we are at peace. Spread this peace.

The Trash Can Understands Also

Take all these things you feel whether you want to feel them or not and get them out of your system. You can beat up the ice in the freezer or rip up old newspapers. You can write or paint or draw or sing or cry or scream, anything you need to get it boiled up and out of your system. Just promise me that when you're done, you'll give yourself some time to talk about it with someone. That way it doesn't hurt so much next time. Because we're all going to have bad days, and there's nothing wrong with that, but knowing how to handle them is what allows us to shine even brighter during them. No one is judging you, no one is mad or upset with you for today's burst, but we do still want the best for you no matter what else comes our way through you and your emotions, thoughts, or ideas. 

Day one and Counting (NaPoWriMo day 11 2018)

Welcome to this wonderful home of ours
it's not much, but you'll find your older brother
to the right, he's not in a crib anymore but
his bed is still in your room to keep an eye on you.

The cat is getting old, so don't worry about
the fuzzy ball that will curl up beside you meowing
it;s out of love, we think, and if not, she won't hurt you.

Welcome home. This is your home too, even though
you won't remember it much when you're older.
Daddy and I are down the hall and to the left
if you need anything all you have to do is call,
not that you know what this means, but you'll
do it anyway - we're sure of it this time around.

Today is something called your birthday
and even though you're surrounded by
more love and affection than money or  toys
you're gonna be just fine and something
tells me the four of us are gonna make it

out of this thing in one piece, just give me
a few decades or so, alright Baby?

Sundays Mean Something Different Now

You have always brought out the best in me, just like I kept you sane a while longer than you initially needed. It's been a while since I've felt the need to call you, and evidentally you're missing me either, so I hope you're well still. 

Does she still make you cry tears of joy every morning? I hope so. 

Should have known you were an Angel NaPoWriMo day 7 2018

I love when we were younger
still believing that crafting glitter
was created from a mixture of fairy dust
and a mother, brother, or sister's love.

You and I were so cute to think that
"getting through the day" was the same
as waking up on a Saturday and playing tag
with your best friend down the street. Just as
we were mistaken (in a beautiful way) into
thinking that Monday was the best day of the week

because it meant we got to see our friends -
the ones who didn't live close by, again.
And even when the homework started to get
difficult and the books were no longer filled with
magic, you and I still told ourselves that

each and every day was something
to be proud of becuase if things did go wrong
(like our soccer games getting rained out)
we still had each other to play Monopoly or Uno with.

I love that you were the person I had
as I transitioned from elementary to middle school
and I'm so grateful you were there still
when I moved across town and again when
mom and I spread wings too wide for the countryside
and decided to go to LA - the land of angels?

That's right I'm still not sure if we made the
best decision, but it felt right at the time
and even though I don't feel so carefree anymore
I can't think of anyone else that made my youth
feel like such an adventure as you did. 

NaPoWriMo day 6 2018

I've fallen in love with a new band
and it kind of worries me in a way
that most people wouldn't really notice -

Darling, I've fallen in love with a band
from your home and they only play
about the loss of human life and t
he pains of growing up. The images
are so beautiful and their voices

remind me of angels

but something's not right about this
and I can't figure it out, it's driving me crazy
I feel further out of touch with you
than I didn't when you first decided to leave

which is weird because I've got someone
to hold close and keep warm through the night
he makes me smile - even though he's
not as creative as you. This band though,

Honey this band, called the wonder years
they make me wonder if youre okay...

NA PoWriMo Day 5

Some of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard
are the ones about loss, becuse the love in them is
so pure that it blows all the mistakes right up and out of the water. . .

Good night, good night, goodbye,
I don't have to worry about buying you
a radio and picking out the songs
you love to drown out all their cries
and baby, listen here so more, I've got trouble

breathing anything other than your name...
I think I'm beginning to understand why
you were only drawn to me in times of my sorrow,
you were striving to make good on your promise

but the musician, the poet, the artist
in you they just just couldn't agree
because I wasn't able to give you the
material they thought you needed.
That's why you had such a love of
the goddamn whores -

singing raspy verses over the fucking
public radio and I get it now, I appreciate
you for trying. I just wasn't musical enough

and you were just the right kind
of loss for my creativity.

NaPoWriMo Day 4

We've got this fire raging
inside our verses and a
new rhythm to our hearts
that confuses the hell out
of emergancy rooms.

You and I, we've got this
incredible dynamic that
rivals sun and moon or even
stars and rain, but I don't think
we've learned to control it yet.

Together we're this force
to be reckoned with, but alone
we've still got some miles to trek
before the world learns the full
importance of our names.

So let's keep walking together,
but do you think we could
take different paths to the next
bustling city of opportunity?

NaPoWriMo day 3 Untitled still

I sit down to write, you're on my mind
but your name doesn't always make it
to the page and your voice isn't the one
I hear the clearest or even the loudest.

So I want to know, and I guess, I'm alright
if your ghost is the one to answer; honey,
Why do you feel the need to linger?

It's a simple concept, and yeah you meant
a lot to me, but Baby, let's face it, you were
a phase, and that's alright with me. So why
is it always you who taints my ink even if
someone new is in my heart or on my mind.

NaPoWriMo Day 2 2018 - waiting on a name

Honeysuckle stained buds come to life
as sprinkles of rain make their way down
to the space between your nose and your eyes.

There is something unusually summery
about springtime here while your spring
clings to winter a few months longer than
could ever be healthy for her. I know it's been

a while since I've sent you pressed flowers
or go out of my way to write to you, but I
sincerely hope you know I've just been busy
reminding myself how to fly so I can find my way

to you sooner than I promised. That way
we can taste the skies together all over again. 

Hearts the Size of Africa

If everything you did was out of love would you feel any differently than you do now?