"frag" poems
Break all the lies and shoot them out with pain.
Throw a frag its the name of a grenade.
Dont be a noob.
Show off ur skill.
Free for all gives me a thrill.
**** all the f*gs while they sit there and camp.
Put on your gameface and look around.
Dead mans glitch, ill just lay on the ground.
Get a nuke and call it the game.
watch the other team sulk in shame.
Hey look a friend request.
who is this f*g.
They seen your a girl it doesnt matter if ur bad.
add+add+add+:)
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
poetry composed in perfect silence
doesn't exist...
for there is no such thing,
perfect silence
there are no
noise canceling headphones,
a coachable prevent defense,
protecting my inner ears from
hearing words forced to the surface,
loudly spoken, up floating
unto the mind's constancy of enraging waters,
the highest definition of
mental disquiet,
the imperfect silence
frag grenades, IED's detonate,
all nicknames for the brain's multi-voices,
all argue raucous,
unafraid of exposure,
over~shouting to be heard,
freely secure in the
seeming silent privacy
of my brain,
mine owned
internecine mental slaughterhouse
and yet,
what I write down,
mine to keep...
my home,
and my mind,
an isle,
an atom of Earth
and flesh cells,
split surrounded by a
broad freshwater river
*the isle of the mind
spits fingers of land and voices,
injecting themselves into
the two~sided, belly~soft riversides,
forming bays and coves,
hiding places for
crafty human devices*
my poor mind,
mind it well,
as this sailing craft called poetry,
now, but a tiny ketch
to keep me afloat upon the
river surround,
while avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
those who gladly drown me
for pleasure,
enjoying the pretending-to-be-quiet
internal screams denouncing
the myth of perfect silence
but the imperfect
poetry
born amidst
imperfect sleep,
the residual,
mine to keep...
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Happened to me on a street corner
on either a late night or an early morning.
It took a wallet full of cider, a charity of spirits,
a shared packet of ****** and the smell of glue.
Not the cheap stuff, the glue for models,
and they look alright, right? right man?
The night left me outside my head, with my thoughts,
I had a handful of anti-headaches.
We nearly bled out last time we admitted all our mistakes,
my friend, who always ends a night with a head
on my shoulder, snotting up my collar,
hiccuping up frag grenades,
**** and apologies.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Scribbling, writing, back of the class.
Only thing I pay attention to is your girlfriend’s ***
You say you hate me? I don’t give a ****
7 Women, who stay true, and that isn’t luck.
Either I’m a nice guy, or I’m a *********
Blow you up, with a frag.
Lately, every day is the ********* one ever.
Yet I still play mind games with hoes. Clever.
I’ve got these loyal ladies on lock, forever.
No one likes me? **** that. Whatever.
Inspiration from Hopsin.
Your ***** out there ******* other men.
Call you Daniel. Throw you in the lion’s den.
You stay losing, can’t find a way to win.
Am I a ******
I tend to think so.
I try not to show it though.
Float down the river. Go with the flow.
Caught in the rain.
Strike you dumb. Shot through the brain.
Do you live your life like you want to?
Or do you live it the way society has told you to?
Man this isn’t you.
You are the one for people to go to.
Stop and think. Your true friends are a select few.
Man shut the **** up.
Your religious ******** causes us to throw up.
You want to be a priest.
More like a child ******
Yes, I read the Bible.
But you take it to literal.
There’s no punishment for homosexuality.
Yet there is for divorce.
You sure as hell ain’t no holy force.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
Frag
The same old feeling
The same old issues
By the same old feeling
Why do you still take it?
I ask myself each day
Better the Satan you know
The **** beasts me
Each and every day
I should’ve been a Marine
Than an army soldier
Day in day out
Same old ******* ****
I think I’ll frag my officer
When we are alone
Out in the bush
Say it was an accident
All the **** he gave me
Join the army
See the world
That **** is my world
Tonight I’ll frag him
Then take off cross county
The border is fifty clicks away
Join the cartel
Or go independent
**** the army
And their rules
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 4:45 PM UTC
ugh im bored again and now i have to read
instead i plug up the 360
and there are hundreds of fools online that i am about to beat
BOOM! goes a frag grenade
im dead and now i have to wait
-this is the time that i stop to think
this game is about who see's who first
shoot that motha ***** down
and make em eat the dirt
but this universe is limited to the power of the mind
so i ask the great mirror
to inform me
a tickle or a feeling
when someone on this planet has saw me
so i can turn around
and duck
and take em out
a steady three round burst
his body takes the rounds
and its energy is now inert
a new ability i have found
im not sure how
but i -magine
that there is an electrical signal set off by a person
sent into the network that we all were born in
I let myself be open to its broadcast
and i turn around and put em on his ***
Counter Strike
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 8:44 PM UTC
I'm
Such a slave
To my anger
And foolish pride
I'll die
A thousand times
Before I recognize
The life
I've wasted
All because
I need to stay
Above
Never a shoulder shrugged
More
Of a mean mug
Stare down
Before the final
Show down
Blow for blow
'Til the war
Is over
While I preach
And teach peace
Pieces of me
Fragmented
Because
I react
With tactical actions
Frag grenades ! ! ! ! !
Painting
The Art of War
Beautifully
Ignorantly believing
That’s possible
How come
I cant teach
Someone
To be
All they can be
But I cant make
The best of me
Army's Armistice
Raising arms
Nuclear warfare
Clearly a fair war
When its
Warranted
Wanted
I'm warning ya!
Stand down...
The sounds
Of hollow point rounds
Piercing
A cops vest...
I'm not going no where!
Know where
The end is
Be patient!
The tip of this bullet
Will end this
Miscommunication
Explosive decisions
Pressing
The big red button
Dropping bombs
Over Bagdad
Bragging about it
To my comrades
Commemorated
With a badge
Of honor
Once the parade
In my name
Is over
I'll be forced
To face
The nightmares alone
Lone ranger
Growing stranger
With time
Untangle the rope
Time to let
My body dangle
Beneath
The noose
Untie these twisted
Thoughts
And just
Let loose!
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 8:34 AM UTC
*su·per·cal·i·frag
i·lis·tic·ex·pi·al·i
do·cious...three sounds short!* :(
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
**The fig tree puts forth its
figs.
and the vines are in
blossom;
they give forth frag fragrance.
Arise ,my love , my fair one,
and come away.
O my dove , in the clefts of
the rock.
in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet ,
and your face is lovely.
Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards-
for our vineyards are in blossom".
My beloved is mine and I am
his;
he pastures his flock
among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn my beloved,be like a
gazelle.
or a young stag on the cleft
mountains."
**
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
A wall will never stop the spread of disease;
Even if you are called the civilized west,
Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease.
Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks...
Hand over one's heart,
We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks.
Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag
Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell
A mechanic social manipulation
With hearts of Palestine in confiscation
Teenage angst never did pay off well.
One thing to comfort the Jew,
They're going to die anyway,
And so will you.
A sky full of sulfur
Coming down on little kids.
These aren't stars,
These are toxic tears.
These aren't stars,
You carry on your flags,
What shines are shells, grenades and frags.
Misuse of weaponry, a national trait;
Once second world war victims,
Now a first world charade.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 7:59 AM UTC
I'm a little
mEsSy
I wish I weren't
but I can't help it
CLEAN
isn't heard often
things shoved
u
n
d
e
r
and hidden just enough
to call it
done
but not clean enough
to call it
TIDY
I write in frag-
ments
whatever I say
seems to
B•R•E•A•K
or
f
a
l
l
my brain is always
S
C
A
T
T
E
R
E
D
but what do I know?
That's all im
used to
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
Today the Sunday special brief
iCloud online worship session, I did attend
(via remote support)
found me feeling pampered,
when adept technical support
didst figuratively bend
over backwards, thus aye defend
glorious, righteous,
and zealous Gurus who did expend
their religious fervor, without proselytizing
and sanctified dedication they proffered
as if this secular chap hapt tubby
a long time Facebook friend
diligently persevered amidst
my woeful yelping alarm
where bot sized wetbacks, setbacks,
and drawbacks,
required a secret char
which this netizen vaguely understood
as unfair be-tidings disallowing
thyself to purchase additional farm
ming out iCloud storage
in the deleterious harm
akin to buggy ah mush swarm
comprised documents
(painstakingly slaved over with zest)
plus sundry data necessitating mooch ***
legal tender (probably every
last red cent of mine) to in vest
concerted efforts of
at least one expert to test
her/his mettle in an attempt
(dim prospect) performing an in quest
to retrieve valuable data lost amidst a nest
of inaccessible "lost" information
(bantering with computer
jargon more so jest
with no intention to "FAKE"
trumpeting minimal knowledge
judiciously impressed
upon thine fifty plus
shades of gray matter, at my be hest
expressing scant cumulative
disc cussing duff frag
minted understanding lest,
a personal goal
to incapsulate in poetic best
not abandoning frustration
with this Macbook Pro
cuz, positive experience
wrought with Apostles eye attest,
so rather then vent
my spleen in vein
hie desisted
to rage against the machine,
and tack toward being urbane
thus, rejoicing with a cherry,
hearty, and mighty byte hooray,
asper driving,
exercising, and foisting
gentle circuitry vis a vis
neurotransmitters and neuromodulators
nudging pull-ups
within cerebral terrain.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC
Fire and Brimstone
My words go off
With frag grenades,
A molotov cocktail
In every phrase.
Fuses lit and burning
Towards the bomb,
Anarchy's dumb
But so much fun.
Catch fire and go with it
Burn the grass
Under foot and don't
Look back cause
What's burned can't
Be fixed and doesn't
matter anymore.
Move with it
Flow with it
In a heated dance
And don't stop till
You're ash and cinders
and then, at the end
Pause, rest and smile.
Burned and out of breath
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
poetry composed in perfect silence
for which
there are no noise canceling headphones,
a coachable prevent defense,
protecting my inner ears from hearing
words forced to the surface,
loudly spoken, up floating
to the mind's enraging waters admixed
in the high definition
disquiet of imperfect silence
frag grenades, IED's detonate,
nicknames for the brain's multi-voices,
all argue raucous, unafraid of exposure,
over~shouting to be heard,
freely secure in the silent privacy
of mine owned
internecine slaughterhouse
but what I write down,
is mine to keep...
*my home is an isle,
an atom of Earth
split by a broad freshwater river
land spits on Google earth
can be witnessed, seen plotting,
injecting themselves into
my two~sided, belly~soft
unprotected riversides,
forming bays and coves,
hiding places for
crafty
human devices*
my poor mind is my river,
mind the sailing craft called poetry,
a ketch to keep afloat,
while avoiding the backwash wakes
of larger enemy ships of state,
those who gladly drown me
for pleasure
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
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that skated away alleys
and entitled themselves to the hours
between hours
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
She wasn't the kind of person who fell in love slowly.
It was more of an immediate transportation
into love than a leap or a fall
She fell in love fast
She fell in love so fast it was hard to keep up.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
I'd trade
every/good/thing
I've.ever.known.
to share an....afternoon....
Because all/those/moments... I know
were just frag//ments of the
tangerine-I-could-hear
...with
you,...
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Beautiful thoughts evade mi
casa, su casa
Blanched walls, Inner AnoMaly
A MESS
Hall with clean-faced mirrors walking
Talking the daily news & last night's
Midsummer party—I passed out drunk
In LOOOOOOOOOVE. LOOOOOO
Onely.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:06 PM UTC
Remember that time we took
a really long drive at night?
We ended up at the river,
some how.
We walked down to the water
and sat down.
We talked about the stars,
the universe,
and what it all meant.
We discussed aliens
and decided they were real.
We argued about what they would
look like.
You thought they would
have the little green bodies
and huge black eyes.
I thought they would look like us.
We smoked cigarettes all night
while we shamed people about
their bad habits.
I remember you put your feet in the
cold, dark water
and screamed.
You hated the cold.
You took my hoodie
and I shivered.
Do you remember that time?
Do you still think about it?
I do because that’s when you
loved me.
That was when nothing came between us.
Before the arguments,
the screaming,
the cheating,
the sitting in the same room
and not talking.
Before we would point out each other’s
flaws.
And tell each other what annoyed us about
each other.
Before the love just
disappeared.
Before my heart broke turned into
a frag grenade and exploded.
I swept those fragments of my heart up
and sprinkled them in the river
where we once loved each other.
I lost my heart in that river.
But that’s where I had felt it
last.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
oldest word in the english langu
age with me and we can have a f
east to where the sun rises and w
estuaraies full of vibrant life with
thering vines where grapes once g
rue the day!
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:43 AM UTC
i'm merely a mosaic of broken glass
slow hands, delicacy is all i ask
are you up for the task?
your flowers have bloomed beautifully
now you can dream peacefully in your sleep
without your demon's interrupting scream
i once was fragmentary
until you put me back in one piece
until you pieced me back together
never asked to be a normal being
now i don't recognize a thing about me
no longer a mosaic,
just shattered glass
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC