"hacker" poems
**** SON
I see your name glisten, your heart races
And with this multikill you will reach high places
scream aloud and build up the streak
Listen to fggts as they critique
MLG m9, Don't play if your noob
hardc0re the only way we do
1v1 m3 if your so tough
Il nock you out, im 6ft and buff
**** dont even try to stop me
Im a genius, im pro, im to mlgee
The more you boast, the harder you'll crash
*** off m9 your just jealous of my ca$h
******* HACKER
**** off scrub you dont even lift
Hubris and Pride, condemned and forsaken
Act like a god, treated like Satan
The game is over, you've won and congrats.
I'm sure your more of a man after that.
mlg for lyfe
yeah right
onto the next game because you're alone
and need people online to call your own
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
Anonymity is an illusion
He tells me.
He tells me,
No-one can remain unknown
On the World Wide Web.
Don't think deletion makes a difference,
Don't think that everything you've ever sent
Received
And posted,
Isn't hosted on a server
Forever,
Awaiting discovery and disclosure.
He could find me in minutes,
He could find me,
If he wanted to.
He doesn't,
But what if he did?
What if he did?
I would feel safer
If I'd posted intimate photos
Or sexted a thousand faceless strangers.
My poems are a diary of my soul,
My hearts' helpless, hopeful blog.
They expose me.
No-one knows me here,
But he could find me,
And he would know.
No-one is anonymous,
No-one is unknown.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 7:48 AM UTC
First Girl
When this yokel comes maundering,
Whetting his hacker,
I shall run before him,
Diffusing the civilest odors
Out of geraniums and unsmelled flowers.
It will check him.
Second Girl
I shall run before him,
Arching cloths besprinkled with colors
As small as fish-eggs.
The threads
Will abash him.
Third Girl
Oh, la...le pauvre!
I shall run before him,
With a curious puffing.
He will bend his ear then.
I shall whisper
Heavenly labials in a world of gutturals.
It will undo him.
3.2k
Selana
She strapped on her warplane and flew away to fight
Russian jets being the enemy to be hit
Her missiles were old like her plane
But it was a good one well built
Serviced by her mechanics to perform
When ordered to do by her
She the tip of the spear just a gal
Reason I love my mistress the pilot
Defending our nation each and every day
She already shot down four or five planes
She told me it’s confusing being in combat
Things happen fast beyond comprehension
It’s comparable to driving a racing bike
I think but I’m a hacker and don’t drive
I get into Russian and Red Chinese systems
Do my art and war that way to defeat them
It focuses me while my gal is up above
Keeping us all safe from enemy actions
I want to tell the world but we cannot
We must remain a secret what we both do
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
Thank you for stalking me.
You are my number one fan.
Thank you for stalking me and changing my poems on the internet.
Would you like my autograph?
Thank you Hacker you hack my poetry pages and change my poems around to let me know you're stalking me. I feel so important.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
Before the first dawn split the sky,
before light learned to speak,
there was darkness
endless, ancient, alive. 🌑
From that abyss came chaos,
from chaos came pain,
and from pain came us.
We are not children of the light.
We are forged by shadow,
carved by silence,
tempered by storms no eye has seen.
The world believes darkness destroys.
It does not.
It creates.
It burns away illusion,
tears apart weakness,
and leaves only truth standing.
Your scars are not wounds
they are scripture,
verses written in fire and survival,
proof that you were broken open
only to be rebuilt unshakable. ❤️
Do not curse the shadows
that raised you.
They taught you what the light never could:
that strength is not given..
it is forged in the places
no one dares to look.
Even the stars were born
from the deepest black,
their brilliance a rebellion
against the void. 🌹
And so are you.
Rise, not quietly,
but like a prophecy fulfilled.
Rise, not as a survivor,
but as a storm that silences the rain. 🔥
We are all born of shadows...
and shadows do not fear the dark.
— Heart Hacker 🫀
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 3:49 AM UTC
I was told today
by a troll
I've been hacked
and compromised
I was told today
by this troll
pay up or there'll
be a surprise
I was told get
me some bitcoins
you're at the mercy
of our wishes and commands
Get a couple dozen
or we'll release
everything to everyone
pay heed to our demands
They're clueless stupid fools
I've no secrets in email
just another trollish tool
used against a woman, or a man
I casually hit delete
emptied all the trash
the hacker with no clue
a troll from somewhere in Sudan
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
How may times I have counted this,
Hoping for change, but still tagged as "missed".
Opportunity seeker, the mind wrecker,
anti-human command, confidence hacker.
He reigned as a king to all his troops,
his direction made everyone move.
101 hidden crimes and still counting,
but no one was courageous to stand the beating.
He Captures all your good mastered deeds,
****** the credits, and stole your seeds.
present your hard work as if it was his',
makes you look fumbled at your own risk.
People was silenced, mouth was stitched,
by his over-dirty backstabbing pitch.
together with his bishop, equally powered,
Added fright to the minds. Everyone's bothered!
Oh how long can we be so passive?
Not a whisper can be submissive.
The master controls and knows how to punish,
Knowing the innocent people that he vanished!
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
this is poems funny wheres the Easter bunny?and my life is full of **** creating a little ******* me i see a slender hiding in a tree just staring at me he has no eyes he's a little demon he ate on a curse know the whole world while sink by dirt so **** the whole universe, man ya ****** jacked up never catch up to me im'a be what i said out to be terrine down the balcony, and most of you are lousy you should've never been born the devil grew up evil with dumpy *** horns :( he is to be the devil for once and for all he is the devil and is some sorta god man he is a frode as we know a bad guy type so he will die by get' in fried,
so bye bye.man life must be a lie Jesus should and will never die because he is is a great guy not a lie,you can be a hater if you want because i do do not care go ahead and taunt see if i get man but i wouldn't even dare it probably would not be fair see if i care bitch,i am a hacker bowzers you are just a noob bye bye know i got something to prove to news they know there gonna lose by hippy donka cruze just a crazy enough guy to be he 43 and still climbs trees with no ladder because he is crazy bet you think that to dude he still got a stinky poo!i bet he would love you only if you were even cool to like me ninja's i can see in my backyard hanging tree from tree.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
I was doing a little jig down the sidewalk
When all of a sudden
This red, bulbous, obstruction pounced into my field of view
I said, "Whoa, hotshot, cool down"
He/she/it did not reply
"I'm talking to you kiddo
Can you please communicate with me?"
It just sat there staring at me. Why?
You see, hydrants can be little stinkers sometimes
They'll talk your earlobe off one time
Other times they act like a sack of taters
They're just little drama queens
"Meow meow" said the hydrant
I take a look over yonder, than ask the **** target,
"Are you talking to me sir?"
"Meow," it said "I'm not sure I like your tone"
"You must be some sort of mind type hacker dealio
Cracking into my cerebellum, what are you doing in there?
Seriously man! Come on!
You must be going through emotional trauma. PTSD I don't know."
"Calm down buco, let's talk about this
Over a bucket of churned goat milk, I love that stuff.
How's Shirley? I hear she took up crocheting
I respect that"
"Grr, graa, paa?
Me oh my, this reminds me of pick up sticks all over again
Hey look at this man,
If you walk without rhythm, than you won't attract the worm."
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
this morning I found my computer had been hacker attacked
is there a way that a hacker can be tracked
my friendly computer repairer is going to have a look for me
to see what the attacker has stolen from me
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
MY HEART STONE LIKE PYRAMIDS CANT BE REPLACED NOR MOVED/
I AM HIGH TO MYSELF HALO AROUND MY HEAD THAT I CANT PROVE/
MY FINGER MOVES IN WAVES LIKE OCEAN CRIES
AND MY TEARS DROPS LIKE FROZEN ICE/
MY LOVE HOLDS TO THE UP MOST OF STRESS/'WORLD ON MY SHOULDERS BUT I DO MY BEST/
MY ACTIONS OF THIS SO CALLED BEING IS BEING BROADCAST AROUND ONTO ANOTHER
PERSONS MENTAL TO DETERIORATE MY INTERIOR OF IMPERFECT EXISTENCE /
I AM BEING GAFFLED BY THE THE SINE SPACE AND TIME JUDGE AT THE COURT BENCH
NO NEED WHEN BEING JUDGED BY THE HOMES OF LESS
YOUR OPTICAL ILLUSION OF ME IS LIKE A MAGIC TRICK THE CLOSER YOU LOOK THE FURTHER YOU GET IM WHAT THE EYE CANT READ NOT PAPER LETTERS NOR SCRIPT MY REALITY WOULD BE YOUR NIGHTMARE OF RAZOR AND ARMS OF DEEP SLITS BUT I SLIT MY LIPS SLIGHTLY ENCLOSING SECRETS THAT CANT BE ECRYPT LETTING GO OF DEVILS BREATH HE HOLD INSIGHT ME I LET GO NOT HOLDING GRIP MY MENTAL READ BETWEEN LINES LIKE BREAKING INTO A COMPUTER OF CODES CANT USB MY BRAIN CHIP EXTRACT YOUR ENTER INTUITION AND BLUNTLY TELL YOU THAT "I KNOW" I AM A HACKER OF YOUR MENTAL GAMES AND YOUR HYPNOSIS CANT WORK WITH A BROKEN SOUL I WORK AROUND YOU PEOPLE WHO DOUBT ME BUT IM INVISIBLE BLACK LIGHTS AND TAPE TO RIP TO FIND MY FINGERPRINTS PLAYING IN YOUR MENTAL I TAKE THE TREATMENT LIKE WHIPS AND SLITS AGAINST THE BACK OF MY FATHERS SOUL MY MOM ALWAYS TOLD ME THIS SAYING YOU GOT YOUR FATHERS NOSE I UNDERSTAND HER NOW MORE THAN EVER KNOWN I SMELL EVIL BEFORE ITS BEING SHOWN DO UNDERESTIMATE MY INTELLIGENCE I SAY I WRITE WITH PENS THAT LEAK ANCIENT SOULS I MAY WRITE ALOT MORE STORIES YOU WOULD SWEAR I WAS OLDER THAN GOLD THE VALUE OF MY FINGERS COST MORE THEN MY LIPS AND THEY WOULD LOVE TO CUT THEM OFF CUHZ I WRITE TO MUCH SENSE AS IF MY FINGERS HAVE EYES THAT CROSS THE WORLD AND BEEN THREW A DRAMATIC MYTH I COME TO YOU WITH MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND WITH MY CONSCIOUS. FINGERS AND TIPS GIVING YOU A PEACE OF MY MIND TRIP
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
My summer sweats bloom from a grass rag,
Scratch another hardly blasting out a calibrate,
Can I break, strap out hacker doozy bluemoors,
Caught from an out sound, an out frowned
Blackening the coffin sweet cough lubricate,
Shackle high tops on pipe dream loft shakers,
Clover feelers, four hitter on lucky seven collar,
Depth sin protector, **** I ain't wrath looter,
Nor do poppa sizes on some puke lips locker,
Key switch for gates hellish donor, back loner,
Course you see, I seek seep suckled *****
Not some subtle soul (gap in skirt) poker,
Forever reaching lines, bust knuckle lifters,
Cracked rage like Nile is flooding wealths curlers,
Jewel duplicate for ruby cuts on roofless lust,
Symbolise another and I'll grabble force an honour,
Sober up soppy crotch rummage coper,
Scan cell prison ament Scholar's "repent!"
Mace battle X axel swop blunt round passel,
Cost more on pepper rubber rock relation,
Patient prep operation, cramp dilation,
Dial engage **** sudden blocked injection.
Cast nocturnals ominous above monuments,
Men fall like weak's race for joy's division,
Attend pro's vision, pure as skies probations,
Pack pampers protection tracks premonition,
Flat lines before lap times, clenching half rhymes,
Hop hotter than blues croft in dusks knots,
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
I'm am an anon but not by name,
I am a number in this sick *** game,
the idea of anon can never die but that fails to matter if you fall for the lies,
that 99 and tea party are "career protesters"
that anon was a hacker group and not concerned by world matters,
I was in the war on chat predators and human traffickers,
you hailed us as saviors and questioned you're masters,
an unincorporated trust in response to calls from the helpless,
now has a corporate office and a hit list in public?
think and question that's the first step,
sneak or protest that's the first test
and as for our goals you're it,
keep truckin were pullin but can't do the rest,
not alone....
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
He's feeling so contented
Catastrophe prevented
A million reads, go look see
Most of them invented
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Un couloir de carrelage
Windows 95
Lumière turquoise
Mouette virtuelle
Soudain un glitch
Statue de marbre
Triste seul
Salle d'ordinateur
Il s'étrangle dans ses files
Si bien qu'il na jamais vu ses amis
Lunette de cristal
Serveur de ferraille
Larme du corps
Il y m'est tous ses efforts
Incompris lâche et tourmenté
Religion planqué
Tous à genoux devant lui
Hacker des PC inactif
Et modérateur soumis
Solitude parcourue de références
Incompris par les autres.
Et admirer par les uns
Des yeux triste et pétillant le suivent
Pendouillent de droit à gauche
Le long de son câble Internet...
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
The Black Queen of
The Hacker Scene
Blood Goth Style
And Silent Screams
Her Coding Skills
Were yet Unseen
Many were 'pwned'
By her Data Schemes
'Til she tried to crack
The Encrytion on the
Pentagons firewall
It was Her Down Fall
She got the Option
Prison Time or
Work for them
Fighting this crime
She ended up meeting
Darren who was her
Carmel Candy Joy
Their chats dripped with Cloy
She started with the FBI BAU
Cracking info and Flirts with Darren
She tracked signals world wide
Till the IP was Enprisoned
Cracking Data to Criminal Minds
What ever they ask she can find
And she's anticipated like a digital
Reader of Minds, A Fashion Fatale'
Bright pink Pigtails and
Blue Cats Eyed Glasses
With Glitter Lashes
She's a Digital Data Diva
All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
Stole what they could, destroyed the best
encrypted the remains, ransomed the rest
They found a way in, probably electronic mail
sneaking like a weasel, and all that, that entails
Shrieking in glee, streaming the Internet
reveling with cronies, they've never seen, or met
Socially awkward children, living in the liquid crystal glow
holding their virginity, fan boys, wallowing a hero show
Black hats worn, in darkened caves
darknet files, and tools that they've saved
Fat fingers fly, on gaming boards
over twinky crumbs, and hot pocket hoards
Hacker hacker, not found everywhere
hacking machines, on whim, and a dare
When dinner is served, Mommy will call
waddling from the basement, and slinking the hall
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
in a dimly lit computer shop.
Hacker?
*no. ****** of infidel inboxes*.
Wow. Computer genius
lucid dreamer, green-horn.
Mystic?
poet.
A lover then?
*no. just a hacker of heart,
a forsaken grass*.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
It’s Hackers in cyberspace
There attack ONLINE being the computers trace
Spyware that would step in
It’s time for virus protection to begin
Hackers want to hook on your cookies
All computers are at risk
The Hackers have this as their twist
But the computer user must always be alert
A computer virus that’s a hardware hurt
Be careful in how you open files
As surfing the web while
Don’t respond to emails if the person you are not sure
Delete would be the perfect score
Remember, Hackers watch everything you do on your computer
So be computer safe
But don’t leave your files unsafe
I wanted to put you in the know
Let my advice be your show
So in case you get a Hacker attack, you will know how to fight back.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
You think you know me?
Yes, you claim you know who I am.
Yet you do not know who I was.
I was the thief, aged seven, that nearly got away.
I was the reader, aged ten, indulging in George Orwell.
I was the match-maker, aged twelve, bonding hearts across wires.
I was the insane, aged thirteen, seeing death as a new beginning.
I was the hacker, aged fourteen, learning how to navigate Windows in Spanish.
I was the con-artist, aged fifteen, making thousands.
I was the economist, aged sixteen, dabbling in foreign exchange.
I was the romantic, aged seventeen, thinking my life was set in stone.
I was the student, aged eighteen, learning to live on my own.
And I was the lost, aged nineteen, on the brink of existence.
Now I'm the searcher, aged twenty, finding new meaning to life every day.
Looking through rose-tinted glasses.
Learning to love and be loved.
Not for who I was,
But who I am.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
Haling down a cab that's going far too fast,
standing on the roadside as it's flying past
turn and watch the tail lights as the next one's slowing down
Picking up the pieces that were left behind
Thought that you were broken but I've come to find
all these things were welded into something of a cabbie's crown
you were cheap, you were easy,going my way, going ******
not the Ritz, hotel cheesy,down in Helluva, that's Hell
then you prayed, and you pondered, and at once your sins were laundered
now your past won't weigh you down,looks like you're holding up quite well
once incarcerated for a job you did
spent a year in prison, you were just a kid
didn't even know enough to cover up the video
the drinking and the drugging and the life you knew
da pimpsters and da players with da cooties who
left you feeling ***** but I see you've got a whole new show
you were free,you were lazy, going my way,going crazy
almost pushin' up a daisy,you were halfway home to Hell
then you prayed.and you pondered,and at once your sins were laundered
now your past won't weigh you down, I see you're holding up quite well
Choking on the ashes of your history
how you got away from them a mystery
the gas was on the burners babe, and someone blew the pilot out
so now you drive a taxi for the NYC
working nights, you tell me, "no one rides for free"
Got to hand it to you, you're a hacker, but you've worked it out
you were rough,you were noisy, going my way, back to Joisey
going anywhere, but Boise,not just anywhere, but Hell
then you prayed, and you pondered,and at once your sins were laundered
now your past can't weigh you down, you wear your cabbie crown quite well.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC