"aroung" poems
peanut butter peanut butter
is good for your ma and good for ya papa
you see i put peanut butter on bread
abour 23 times, i buy 2 loaves of bread
and i make 23 peanut butter sandwiches
i enjoy it, as the peanut butter sticks to the bread
and my mouth, i love peanut butter sandwiches
they are very nice for me to eat
but it’s high in fat and eating too many peanut butter sandwiches
can be fatal, you see i look like a little young dude
walking aroung with white sox and a tracksuit
eating my peanut butter sandwiches
you see i vision young women or men put
peanut butter all over their legs
to make a pornographic movie
i visioned a young mate mark ward legs
sticky like peanut butter
peanut butter peanut butter very sticky as you bite
get your mouth sticking together
i remember those days of going to the kitchen up and back up and back
making peanut butter sandwiches i still want that
but if had it now, i would get up to 170 kilos
so if you eat peanut butter peanut butter
it is great to enjoy a spread of peanut butter
to enjoy every day and night
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 7:36 AM UTC
Please, stop talkin' 'bout yourself that way
as if you have a smaller brain
No one's buying that but you
You care too much about your good grades
and all the things your teachers say
Don't you know those thing will never last?
Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week
Well I don't want to know how much you get paid
or hear the ***** details 'bout the last time you got laid
Sometimes you really make me sick
You act like you have somethin' important to say
but then you treat people like animals
no, only a fool will listen to a word of it
Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week
Oh, how do drugs and cigarettes
help us to achieve
the greatness locked inside of us
that no one else sees
We're all wandering aroung
on nameless roads
the destination
no one knows
Lookin for a chance to bathe in the see
Please, don't be
The Educated idiot
In the desk right next to me
Educated idiot
Writing on the board where you teach
Educated idiot
Your words, they sound so sweet
From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week,
once or twice a week
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
witnessing the cracks
in your feeble armor
tears a whole
through a heavy heart.
I can feel the scars
upon your broken coil
and the salt flats
below your eyes.
he spilled the blood
of his bitter fists
upon that cardboard frame
the world calls your body.
he cleaved at the brittle coal
that is your aching bones,
yet you still carry yourself
upon the winter winds.
he spat in the ocean of your soul.
yet you hold on tight
to his arm,
as if he is the anchor
that keeps you safely in the bay.
and all you need do is obey.
fearful of the storm beyond,
of the deep blue of endless
possibility...
you stay within the confines
of a jagged little shoreline.
he is the rope aroung your nape
and you can't help but hang yourself.
Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC
*Dancing aroung the camp fire.
Listing to the sound of the world
Spinning around and around.
Just to fall to the ground.
Laugh on the grass that is cold.
But you keep me warm, making you gold.
We tell stories about love and loss.
And talk about how we don't give a toss.
I turn my head so I see your eyes.
And see the inner depth of your souls lies.
You tell me you wish you could freeze time.
That for it to go on it would be a crime.
Then you place your hand on my cheek.
Making my knees feel weak.
I place my hands against your chest.
Knowing this is the only place I can rest.
We lean in together.
Wanting each other.
Then I feel your soft lips.
And your hand move to my hips.
And I pull you closer to me.
Because you make me feel free.
You pull back just a bit.
And pull me in your lap, were we sit.
Brush a piece of hair from my face.
And speak softly about this beautiful place.
And the you say.
You wish you could take it away.
But at home there is enough beauty to see.
When you look up and see me.*
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
i need you,
and i dont know how much, until
im dreaming of you in the still cold night.
dreaming of your body heat holding me.
your strong, warm, tight arms.
tangled up with mine,
your toes currling with mine,
your legs wrapping aroung mine,
your warm kisses on my lips,
our hearts beating as one.
then it all stops,
i realize
its just a dream
cause your not with me
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC
I finally did it today
Even though every bone of my body was screaming at me
Don't do it! Don't do it!
I did it anyway
It was just as bad as I imagined it would be
All the bad **** I thought would happen happened
I got all sweaty
I nearly ****** my pants
I couldn't speak
I choaked on my own spit
I fell apart
It was horrible
But it was incredibly easy
So easy to fall to pieces
So easy to cease to exist
So easy to break
I enjoyed it
Too much maybe
I'll probably do it all again tomorrow
I've been so lonely
It's all I can think about doing when I am alone
When it gets quiet
Nobody is watching me but myself
I fall apart
Loving it
Feeling a little less lonely for a bit
Almost ******* my pants
Sweating
Looking aroung and seeing nobody
Nobody but me
Talking to myself
Telling myself
Don't do it
Don't do it
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Its 2002
Five years after mum and dad split up to two
So I never get to do what I used to when my parent was still star and moon
Trying to adapt to a way of life that’s totally new
Odered aroung like a puppet and being told what to do
But I’m determined to stand on my own; till I substantly grew
And I learn that dad and mum gat their own struggle too
So I was prepared to work till I loose the soul of my shoe
And walk on my foot; if that’s what’s left to choose
And I think that I should; because the star is exactly where I shoot
Ten years later; I get to meet the father that I never knew
And I want to tell him how bad I never get the chance to choose
How I was deeply hurt inside but couldn’t show-out the wound
How my sister had to die amidst this family feud
How I’d being nursing this pain; but‘d keep it hid
But I was force to accept a father who was never there for his kids
So dad, since you and mummy separate
I only had the chance to see my mom once in an age
And you in decade
Why can’t the two of you reconciliate
Now is the time to accept the responsibilities that you never took
And be a caring parent that you never could
But there’s a family feud hidden that I never knew
The fsmily feud that keep shattering the two of you
But deep down; you’re more like the stars and moon
Irrespective of a family feud; I’ll still love you
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
You are lost to the waking world, a
denizen of the darkness. I pry my
fingers from off the steel lock. You
risk the deeping years, the early
yellow springing world laid for you
from my body. I talked to you in the
corridor of my youth. You only tried
me for.a moment. You took the
pages of my determination and
threw them over the brick lined
walls of your selfness.
You made me witness your dance.
The song you sang, your lyrics
beneath my pillow, the
voice of ancestors not heard until
your music escaped the fences.
My mother did not live to dance
with you. The songcoated signal
escaped between your
incomprehensible affinity.
The dance of genetics in full
display. I am still the Baffled.
The one footed dance of
the broken, the chondral song
played every evening.
Go behind the schoolyard where
you and the lions of your
collective urges vye to be
the fitest ****** on the block.
My life is short now with my own
kicked addictions. I drowned in
the lake of desire. I have swum
the frigid surf and walked away.
You are not unique. Many sear
the letter of desire across their
bare forhead and cannot traverse
the concourse of the day.
I will not declare myself aroung
your wheel. I walk through Grace.
If you choose me kneel for the
Benediction of God.
Caroline Shank
5.28.22
May 29, 2022
May 29, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC