"fricking" poems
Silence- complete absence of sound.
It's funny,
How they think silence,
means you can't hear a thing.
But you can hear silence.
It's so fricking loud.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
This isn't fair!
Don't you try to blame this on me!
my love for you was bulletproof but your the one who shot me!
and god **** it!
i can barely breath
this fricking binder is possibly killing me
but it really helps me look even more like a man
and don't you even know
my name is Cody
and I won't respond to anything else
I'll keep saying that I am male
no matter what you say
I'll scream it at the top of my lungs
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
hey buddy did u know that under a powerful microscope a wood chip resembles our universe just let that sink in
we are so small we are so fricking small ok u hav to make yrself known or else u'll forever be nothing but a tiny floating speck
is that what u want to be for the rest of yr life??? a **** fricking speck no i dont think so
thats some horton hears a who type **** ok thats not ok
u know what else
no matter how known u make yrself u will always be just a tiny little speck but hey u know what
some specks can be bigger than other specks and this is not always physical
sometimes the traces u leave behind are bigger than u will ever be
so make a **** impact
voice yr stupid dumb beautiful opinions and voice them loud
be the tiniest speck and climb up as high as u can get and fricking shout at the top of ur little speck lungs
we are here were r here we r here and all that good jazz u kno
did i just write a poem about horton hears a who *******
shoutout to dr. suess for being a radass motherhecker thats some deep crap right there ****
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Hope you feel better than i do
Todays my moms birthday...
i feel so nervous
im tired
my stepdad called me a *** and goth over me being emo
and almost killed me for the 3rd time
i feel like the cover of a fricking Nirvana album
bleh
I don't kno any more
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
I, no I mean WE will not be defeated.
Now, hope might seem depleted
But I promise that at the end of the tunnel there is a light,
It might be small and barley in sight,
But it is there and it beckons for us to hold on,
Hold on to each other: our friends, our sisters, our brothers,
Because in a world full of hateful slurs,
Where name calling and bullying still occurs,
We need to see each other as more than just negative labels,
It is up to us to look into the eyes of hate and turn the tables,
You might look at that person different than you and call them names,
But all you do is lose sight of, that despite you trying to give them a new one, their name is James.
And James is a fricking genius. No he really is. He is solving high school math problems in the 3rd grade,
And that little James plays Behtoveen on the piano like it has never been played,
But you missed out on all his amazing talents and the best hug you will ever get,
Because you were too busy trying to impress your friends, not worried who you’d upset.
It is time to learn there are a thousand better words than ******** or gay,
And most of y’all who use them don’t even know what they mean anyway,
So I will fight on to spread the word to end the word,
And no matter how many times they try and break us down,
I will never be deterred,
Because for the one’s I’ve known who are affected by this kind of speech,
For the kids I see every day, the students I teach,
I want them to live in the kind of place,
Where we give up hate and learn to embrace
So if you are with me, make the change today,
Buy a dictionary, find a better word to say.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Let me tell you something
About life as seen on TV
It may appear ideal
But that ain’t the way it should be
The goodie has no end of ammo
The baddie is never in with a shout
But in our world today
It’s always the good guy who loses out
He loses out to the ********
The puff with the SUV.
The girls drop a nice one instantly
For a flutter of profanity.
The ***** always get laid
While the dude’s left out to dry
And for all that goodness he’s got
He’s alone a lot and why?
It’s a question I asked myself
For years and years to come
To the conclusion that all winners
Are deadbeats, jerks and ****
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
We have to pull together.
Why is every word that comes out of anyones mouth start a war?
A war against words and our guns are our very own tongues.
Artillery is just another word for vocabulary.
If we keep acting the way we are
Earth is no longer a community.
It’s soon to be a rock floating in the middle of space
With a bunch of ****** human beings
Fighting over the most worthless things.
Its like, a fly on a lake.
It still has a pulse but it cant fricking move.
It still spins but it doesn’t fricking think.
It still makes ripples, but does it affect the current?
It’s like the Joker had a bad day and managed to end up at a sad clown convention.
We meant something at one point, but then just joined along.
Earth will live on forever,
and so will humans.
But will human kind stay?
Its just another pine tree in a logging operation.
Soon enough we will be consumed by products and machines
and we will amount to nothing.
We will be consumed by the the sharp teeth of the saws
and eaten alive limb by limb
by the community that is our own people
and don’t try to tell me that “its not that bad”
Because it is.
We tell a white lie to live past the darkness hoping it would spread a little bit of light.
We have to collaborate. Humans and giants have to get along because who else would we turn to when the light bulbs keep burning out and the ceilings get higher and higher
Humans are made to be the same.
Thats why there is a plural at the end.
Because we are all humans and not animals like we have been acting.
Grow a pair of nuts and confront your problems and not just ***** and moan about it and literally start a war of the words.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
There's one "special" Holiday, in the **** can I will toss
The Pagan Calibration, of fricking Santa Claus
-
If that ****** Bozo, down my chimney tries to come
I’ll blow his *** away, and beat it like a drum
-
Then I’ll shoot his Reindeer, I’ll have a jolly feast
Hey Rudolf Dancer Prancer, you will be deceased
-
All the Queerass little elves, I’ll blow away as well
And that stinking slay, I will go and sell
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To the North Poll I will go, with an Atom Bomb
500 megatons!! And drop it with aplomb
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December 25th, from the calendar I'll wipe
And all the goody-goody "Good Cheer", and all the Farceass Hype
{If you are getting the notion that I don't like Christmas, you are right! Why? I think it's blasphemous to associate the birth of Christ with a Pagan Holiday} {AND the way it's celebrated !!!}
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
here i am
so fricking irritated
i cant get on
and i just want to play
so mojang LET ME ON
let me get on some server
or create my own world
i just want to build stuff
thank you
also if you have minecraft
and no longer play
please give me your account
thank you again
this is my rant for today
i know it isnt a poem
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Alone
That’s all I am
in this open empty state.
And exhausted.
So fricking tired.
Physically,
mentally,
emotionally
exhausted.
And the glass feels half empty.
Though the sky is so full;
I can’t help but feel alone.
Because no matter how much love
is handed to me
faked
for my benefit,
for their gain,
it’s nothing real.
There’s nothing gained
only lost.
One more broken piece
of myself
handed away.
One more wasted day.
useless.
And wasteful.
But hopeful, at least.
Maybe…
Am I even progressing?
Or am I moving
backwards?
to the crap that used to be…?
I can hold myself up,
but after so long
my strength goes slack.
because I know what I lack.
I feel so dang alone
and can any of us
really,
make it alone?
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
What ****** me off the most is your smell
What ****** me off the most is that look
You give me and throw me into prison cell
What ****** me off the most is the hook
That makes me interested in what you'll do next
What ****** me off is the sound of youк steps
When you walk up the stairs and send a text
To your stupid, lost and ruined friends
What ****** me off the most is your fricking voice
Your tone and the notes you sing out when you lie
It's like a pinch in my heart, it lives me no choice
It wakes up my anger, I wish it could die
What ****** me off is the light in your eyes
Everybody have eyes, why yours seem so special?
But I won't surrender to your spell, my mind fights
With my stupid beliefs that you're my obsession
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
((( ((( ))) )))
•
<>
^^^^^^^^^
we act like we are so fragile / so frail
So S a D !!
//..://
So hurt ( b o o h o o ! )
So weak !!
so fricking INCAPABLE of doing
anything Human !!!!
So PATHETIC !
So POETIC !!!!!!!
So s a d !!!!!
••
So RELATABLE in our mindless misery !!!
/////
Down da toilet with ya all !!!
Down down down
Down da frickin toilet !!!!
Down with yer cowardly lies !
Yer pandering deceptions as to what are real feelings !
Yer child abuse inducing excuses for yer criminal behaviors !
Yer pretence !!!!
•
Yer sadness is self induced !
Attention MONGERING at its lowest level
•
Be done
•
Come child soul
Come
Unafraid
Truth gathers
The healing has begun
The healers are here
And love
( despite what these betrayers have to say )
Is real
Wholesomely complete
And is waiting
For you
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
This heart of mine
Beats rapidly with time
But with every beat
I forget to read
To count and check
The luck I wreck
With every thought
Over-thought
With Every pain held
Tremendously Over-felt
With every love broken
Abrupt agony's awoken
But now I'll try
Cause there's a reason why
Why that heart still beats
And why pain repeats
To form a strong soul
To help mend and mold
A mind so withstanding
A persona so outstanding
To help write a story
With so much fricking glory
-fir.m
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 10:14 PM UTC
Here I stand before you, pleading that you bring back the heart that you stole
I was so naïve, I thought you cared about me but all you seem to care more about is you, and only you
I tried to love but failed
I do not have a heart,
It seems like a knife just struck me, left me with an agonizing pain
I can’t take this anymore; everywhere I go here you are, just like a fricking mosquito waiting to bite and leave me with the awful itchiness, itching until my skin turns pale
I cannot bear to think that my heart used to skip the beat for you and now when I see you it just turns sour, my whole body just aches
My heart is stuck somewhere in the wilderness, where I threw away
It was I who threw it away, not you
I tore it from my heart
I did not want anyone to be in possession of it and remained heartless
And so a heartless body I was, sitting in the shadow of darkness, fearless I remained
Until I choose to give it to someone who’s worth deserving, then it will remain where I choose to put it, out of the reach of vultures like you
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
Have you ever been wrong?
I was wrong.
Ugly, smugly wrong.
Psephologically wrong.
Hit the iceberg,
smoking’s good for you,
the treaty of Versailles,
left on red,
Copernicus, Aristotle, Custer,
wrong.
I’m not claiming an excuse,
wrong.
It wasn’t you,
it was me,
wrong.
Just fricking
kiss a frog
wrong.
Wrong all along,
wrong about the world,
reevaluate me wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
I can admit I was wrong.
Can you forgive me,
can I forgive me,
wrong
.
.
Songs for this:
Waters of March by John Roseboro & Mei Semones
Stabilise by Nilüfer Yanya
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
I'm sprawled on my couch
Fan is on, in bra and briefs
It's too fricking hot
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
My eyes feel the unfortunate kiss of the sunlight
Man, it burns so fricking much when I try to grip onto woke
I anxiously glance at the time even when I have no plans or promises
I wonder what day it must be
Climbing out of bed without a routine can be bittersweet
It's as grand as going to work every day other than payday
But what's the most unfortunate thing about the morning light
It's the fact that yesterday happened
You can't wake up and see that everything was just a dream
Funny, I could've sworn this already happened before...
It's like the world is trying to tell you something
Hey bub, did you know that hell is just tiny build ups of agony and then never remembering those agonies happened. Over and over again, you're living in it.
Who would have thought I'd be mourning in the morning...
I'm too tired for this
I should probably go back to sleep...
Maybe when I'm gripping woke again...
Maybe it'll be the evening.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
Why can't we all just get along? Life would be easier if everyone you saw could make you smile. I just don't understand why people don't like other people, just because they are them... Why do they have to hate instead of encouraging and loving? Why does everything have to be so fricking hard when it could be easy... Humans as a whole don't appreciate anything. We trash our lands, we mistreat animals, we hurt our own kind, we hurt people who don't look the same JUST because they don't look the same... It's sooo ridiculous. I don't understand it. And if someone isn't the perfect "model type" we want to put them down and take away their worth. THEY ARE WORTH SO MUCH! We can't even respect ourselves enough to love everyone... And why? Because we feel bad about ourselves we have to make others feel worse? The concept of "misery loves company" is embedded in humans today, and it shouldn't be. We should all be soooo happy that when people look at us they become happy as well. Just imagine if everyone was happy in the world. The less fortunate as well as the extremely wealthy... When I close my eyes I try so hard to dream of a better life, a better world. And when I open them again, it's the memory of that dream that keeps me going. It just makes me so, so, eminently sad that not a lot of people dream that dream.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
My face lights up at the mere mention of your name
Pathetic
I run to my phone
hoping its your contact I'm greeted by on the screen
Pathetic
My teacher asks me why I'm not paying attention
Pathetic
I tell her I'm tired
Pathetic
but really
I'm can't stop thinking about you
Pathetic
I cant sleep
Pathetic
- wishing i was in your arms
Pathetic
You make me feel protected
Pathetic
Yet so vulnerable
Pathetic
We stay up talking about the world
Pathetic
You take me out to lunch-
-I cant stop smiling
Pathetic
I love your eyes
Pathetic
I love your smile
Pathetic
I love your unwavering sarcasm
Pathetic
I love that you always know whats going on in the news
not pathetic
I loved that I could always count on you
-
...I hate that i believed that.
I saw you with her
Pathetic
Through the glass window of our favorite cafe
Pathetic
You took a toll on my mind
Pathetic
-And I let you
Pathetic
I cant sleep at night-
Wondering why I wasn't good enough
I turned off my phone-
To avoid the temptation of calling you
I skipped lunch-
Because I couldn't stomach the thought of you
You made me see the world differently-
But I hate this version without you
I hate your messy hair
Pathetic
I hate your quick wit
Pathetic
I hate the way you read your stupid books
And the way you listened to your stupid songs
I hate the way your mouth curled, and your eyes glimmered with passion when you talked about your stupid poems
-
-I hate that I'm lying
Pathetic
I hate that I miss those things
I hate that I cant help it
Pathetic
I hate that I can't help but think about you-
Pathetic
with her-
Pathetic
I cant help that it breaks me
The image of her in my seat of our cafe
The image of her in my seat of any place
I hate that I cant help that shes better for you
I hate that you chose her
I hate that i 100% understand why, I mean who wouldn't
Lets face it
I hate that I just cant help but be anything other
than, hm what's the word I'm looking for?
So fricking
pathetic.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 6:53 PM UTC
Rain on a Monday.
It’s been done.
In that over-and-over sorta way that so much of
life has been done.
Like crippling heartburn after tacos on Tuesday,
or crippling heartbreak after that wonderful date,
or DECLINED while you’re standing at the register,
when you know you’ve got money,
or thought you did—
and of course there’s a huge line waiting,
or…rent,
or burnt-on-cheese in your favorite pan,
or that traffic jam on Friday afternoon.
You know,
when you had those plans
with her
or him
or whomever,
or whatever.
Weekends spent laying in bed,
staring at the ceiling ’cuz that’s the only way
to face the week ahead,
and the only real positive you can find is
you don’t _really_ wish you were dead.
It’s all been done, every bit,
and so much more.
We need a change,
a different way,
a different plan
some sort of revolution,
but one where everybody wins.
We need a bucket,
But one without a bottom.
a place to drop
all those worried woes.
We need…hell, I don’t know…
…Unicorns?
…strawberry ice-cream by the gallon?
maybe…wise and kindly dragons?
THAT’S IT!
I want a dragon,
big
and greenish bronze with scales the size of dinner plates,
a whiff of smoke and a faint essence of sulphur.
crimson eyes that pierce the soul.
And so wise he makes Merlin seem like a dolt.
he’ll tell me stuff—tons of really smart stuff.
All those things I already know,
and know that I know,
but somehow just won’t see.
…and I want ice cream.
and a place that makes time go slow
so I can sit and take a pause.
and, of course—
I need a Fricking unicorn!
Like, why not!
Who couldn’t use a their own personal unicorn on a
nasty, rainy Monday afternoon?
I think I’ll name him Fred.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
Why didn't anyone tell me
That being "mature for my age"
Was actually just depression
Speeding up my mind's age.
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
Corrupt
The old woman says the system only works for certain people
She's right for the system really fricking *****
In the worst possible **** way
Some people waltz right on in there
And get what they want with no worries
Like thieves in broad daylight
Not giving a hoot about being caught
While those on the list are stuck in limbo
Caught up in a system that doesn't work
And never will for it was invented to fail
And be fricked and ***** people over
While the sneeky ones get away with ******
Ramming their hatchets in our backs
And grinning their grin knowing they've won
And we all failed coz the system is bust
Our ghosts just nod and move on
Waiting for their next corrupt life
Not even Groundhog Day was this bad
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC