"braggers" poems
Braggers...
They do nothing,
But make people,
Feel bad,
Feel horrible,
Feel unsure of themselves,
And most importantly,
They ruin people's dreams,
Dreams of their future
So...
STOP BRAGGING
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 9:26 PM UTC
The mother pearl.
Starved.
Marveled by it.
In the deep blue sea .
Sparkling precious gemstones.
In keyless entry without technology.
Treasures like feathers.
Marble statues you want to pursue.
He thought you knew.
Creepy janitor.
Endless corridors.
Vacant Lots.
Dark stairwell.
Late night patrol.
Criminals out of control.
Cereal for breakfast again in a bowl.
Foul people.
Full of regret.
With a stubborn mindset.
Don't fret.
You don't need a vet.
Let's make a bet.
You'll be in my debt.
You can try to disappear on a jet.
I'll catch you in my net.
You'll be my pet.
A mistake I won't let.
If you betray my trust.
I will do what I must.
You lost your wallet again?
All your money gone.
How sad.
That's bad.
Did you tell your dad?
I guess you really are bankrupt.
A life unfortunately got interrupt.
It's disturbing how I choose my wording.
Slime, mold, mildew.
Gross slosh.
Dreams of floating.
Lard thats bloating.
Braggers gloating.
Forget everything I said.
And all that you read.
Meaningless words that make no sense.
Confusing thoughts written.
I can't concentrate on reading what I wrote.
I blank out.
It's not in here.
Don't whisper in my ear.
The same things you said to her.
Nobody's jealous.
Relentless ranting
Annoying chanting.
You choked me on purpose.
Skipping thoughts.
Unreported crimes.
Shameful timing.
Pityless weeping.
Silent cries.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Beats playing
On the table
You ****** think I’m about to open my mouth
That’s just a fable
Please
I’m listening to how you rap about money
Hoes and/or ******
It does sound tempting
But have you no charisma?
Maybe not
We’re still in high school
It’s still the same beat
It’s all about how you gonna eat
Over and over again
I’m not a rapper
If I was
I would say, with no offense:
I’m not a rapper
You ****** are braggers
I’m a poet
And I know it
And your dreams are about to be shattered
I’m not a rapper
I’m not a trap star
If you saw me
You'd laugh, and say
“Who this ***** bruh?"
But it’s ok
A dude can dream, right?
Of the stage
And the admirers
And the flashing lights
I don’t have that
Deep down, I do
But too many remain untrue
Women, drugs, and money
That’s all they see
I Don’t have money
I Don’t do drugs
God knows I don’t have women
This **** ain’t free
Like Kendrick said
Word of advice
Don’t fit in, stand out instead
That was my mistake back then
Don’t try too hard
There are better days ahead
After all...
We just in high school
I’m sitting at the table
Beat still playing
If you still think I’m opening my mouth
That’s still a fable
I’m not a rapper
You ****** are braggers
I’m a poet
And I know it
And your dreams are about to be shattered
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC
Little groups would start to form at the end of 6th Grade,
And the so-called new society we live in would be proven to exist.
One group, had the cool guys.
In my school, it would consist of the non-virgins,
Or at least the braggers, that would say they where non-virgins.
It was hard to tell if they where just trying to be cool, or telling the truth.
Truth wasn’t a common word for my generation though,
If something was the truth, it would usually be a lie.
If something was a lie, it would usually be the truth.
He said he had *** with a 32 year old, lie.
He said he didn't like a girl from 8th grade, truth.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC