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I'll make you a
noose of
kisses
around your neck
 Dec 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
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Dirty
 Dec 2014 Andrew Kerklaan
M
You might think it's *****
But to me
The things that are *****
You cannot see
You have to
Feel.
Trust me...
Stop* staring at the sun so
******* long
Notice the shadows forming
around you
Embrace it and know that you were
born from sin and death
Hercules *will not
save you in your
final moments
So...
Take the chance and tell your crush
you like them
Take the stand against people that
use intimidation as a weapon
Take the responsibility to love
every bit of yourself even when your bones are shattering
*In the end, you will die proud
Why are we so afraid to live?
de bud me found on de ground
twas as strong as smokin a pound
after me smoked it me rosted a hound
wait not a hound, it was a  pizza
me called up me friend shakisha
me asked if she as some good reefa

but why, why must my bike rust
de andlebars is about to bust
ow me guna catch de bus
me ave to bust me piggy bank
me crying, me loved me piggy bank
me drank me a bottle of coke
me accidentally drank a bottle of soap
me trow up and den shakisha show up
me say me drank me some soap
she say me love soap

hello.
Joy
Joy can be taken,
Given just as quickly
And easily.
Joy is timeless
And it is bliss.
It is hard to gain in a world like this.
Full of anguish
And pain.
And just as hard
To let go of
Once you have it.
Joy can hit you like a falling brick,
Or slip away like mountain rain through
Your heart.
And joy depends on the people around,
And the person you are.
Always allow people to bring you joy,
And never let anyone
Take it away.
Let it sink into you, make a mark into your soul.
Protect it from the minds of the wicked, and share it with the purest of hearts.
For it is joy that keeps us
From growing apart.
Young Jim Wraparound
Thought he knew it all
Trophies in the dining room
Medals on the wall
Never missed a day of school
First in every test
Trust Jim Wraparound
He knows best

Big Jim Wraparound
Often on the phone
Clincher of the contract
Sentiment of stone
Psychopathic tendencies
Lacking in remorse
Dodge Jim Wraparound
Switch your course

Mean Jim Wraparound
Withering in age
Pinching from the pensions
Stifling the rage
Shouting at the family
Beating on the wife
Wrong Jim Wraparound
Change your life

Old Jim Wraparound
Jagged at the edge
Blinking at the vortex
Leaning on the ledge
Murdered for his legacy
Karma often hurts
Dead Jim Wraparound
Just desserts
That voice
and those arms,
Can soothe
Any bad day.
***** be burnin'
Reggae be movin' me hard
Smokin' dat dank herb
Boombastic
**** you stupid boy
For making me queasy and shy
I've got butterflies in my tummy
And stars in my eyes

**** you stupid boy
I've got this stupid grin
I cant wipe off my stupid face
And now I've got goosebumps on my skin

My head is up in the clouds
And my heart has bounded to space
Today I put on my t-shirt in reverse
And set my pancakes ablaze

Today I walked into a wall
From giggling at my phone
I got hit by a bus
Instead of walking straight home

When the bus hit me
I was still smiling and did not move my feet
Now I have to explain to my terrified parents
How I broke all my teeth

The puzzled doctor was astonished
He said I’m sorry there’s no prescription I can give
That can cure your chronic state of love-sickness
And hopefully let you live

**** you stupid boy
You’ve got me on a thrill
My hearts on a roller coaster ride
And quickly going downhill

**** you stupid boy
you make my face go red
when I read your stupid messages
when im supposed to be in bed

**** you stupid boy
You've got me in complete reverse
I mopped the dog and walked the mop
Please break this silly curse

The other day I was walking
and suddenly the lights went low
then I realized I had walked into an open sewer
that was left unclosed on the floor

I’m wrapped around your finger
And there's not a single trace
Of a sense of focus
On my absent minded lovesick face

**** you stupid boy
You’ll be the death of me
Next time the bus won’t break my teeth
I’ll just be history.
Sitting in your car
    Parked outside my house
You had to leave soon
        But, it was so peaceful out
You kissed me so sweetly
           deeply
Then you asked me
     I saw it coming, honestly
Yet, I was still shocked
           And more than a little terrified...
     Mine?  Yours?
Belonging to one another?
        I wasn't sure how this made me feel
     So many doubts and questions,
Running through my mind
             I don't like admitting it
But you're really a rare find
               Honest, sweet and kind
   I'm not sure I feel as strongly as you do
         Cause we both know the past I've been through
     I think I'm gonna try
            For you
But you seriously gotta make an effort too
       I don't wanna do this alone
   I know you're busy
Just pick up the phone
         Make some time for me
You want me to be your girl?
         Then you gotta be my guy
But this whole thing terrifies me
      I'm not gonna lie
I'll NEVER cheat
           I'll stay faithful and true
    But seriously,
That's what you gotta do too...
        So, what's my answer to you?
     First, I have stipulations
I'm not a girl all about big DECLARATIONS
          I'm the poet, I'll do that
     But I gotta know you're with me
          That you got my back...
    I'm not afraid to admit
                 I need attention
       If you can handle that
           And my crazy A$$
   Then I'll be **all yours
True Story.
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