"rekt" poems - Hello Poetry

Danky ***** hanky panky tranky lanky shanky ranky hendi lendi mendi bendi poopi woopi in my soupi my favorite show 90210 in the snow with the low... blow get rekt m8 but not for h8 i r8 8... out of 8

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC

vladmir-putin

Straight out of West Berlin

Danky ***** hanky panky tranky lanky shanky ranky hendi lendi mendi bendi poopi woopi in my soupi my favorite show 90210 in the snow with the low... blow get rekt m8 but not for h8 i r8 8... out of 8

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****** f@ggot shill and f@g oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard trips and dubs and even quads but OP won't deliver rate us, hate us, sauce pls now in this thread we save a cat mods, is this under 18? the /b/etards at it yet again but we don't talk about it cringe us rekt us make us laugh this thread's preventing suicide ****** racism sexism **** we mostly rate body parts in /soc/ normies not welcome ****** alpha, femanon is a girl? **** or **** welcome to the internets pics or it didn't happen gore thread? not enough! self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap the "cesspool of the internet" is really not that bad

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Jun 7, 2015

Jun 7, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC

untrue

4chan poem

****** f@ggot shill and f@g oldf@gs newf@gs rolling hard trips and dubs and even quads but OP won't deliver rate us, hate us, sauce pls now in this thread we save a cat mods, is this under 18? the /b/etards at it yet again but we don't talk about it cringe us rekt us make us laugh this thread's preventing suicide ****** racism sexism **** we mostly rate body parts in /soc/ normies not welcome ****** alpha, femanon is a girl? **** or **** welcome to the internets pics or it didn't happen gore thread? not enough! self-hate, ponies, rule 34 fap the "cesspool of the internet" is really not that bad

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Make me or break me You can know that once you're through with me I will make every straight girl question her sexuality And only taste one for the rest of my life Because I am a loyal ***** And you are a town ****

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Feb 7, 2016

Feb 7, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC

lachrymose-and-lies

Get Rekt

Make me or break me You can know that once you're through with me I will make every straight girl question her sexuality And only taste one for the rest of my life Because I am a loyal ***** And you are a town ****

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I need a drink like hella. To soothe my sorrow and make me mella. I ******* hate this mind of mine Always churning Won't stop til I d.i.e. Plug up my eyes Ears Nose And mouth. Trapped in the sewage of my harmful thoughts I am sinking in **** Can't breathe in Won't breathe out. Ded. Too rekt. Too ****** to give one. It's all in my head. I'm not crazy But i wish I was dead to the world At the bottom of the sea.

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC

circa-1994

Mindz eye

I need a drink like hella. To soothe my sorrow and make me mella. I ******* hate this mind of mine Always churning Won't stop til I d.i.e. Plug up my eyes Ears Nose And mouth. Trapped in the sewage of my harmful thoughts I am sinking in **** Can't breathe in Won't breathe out. Ded. Too rekt. Too ****** to give one. It's all in my head. I'm not crazy But i wish I was dead to the world At the bottom of the sea.

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On an angry sea with sails getting more USELESS! TORN! by the second, it seems! Your image a mermaid God bless the shore and the scenes that live on in the depths of our dreams. DOWN WITH THE SHIP! said the Captain, at once. DOWN WITH THIS VESSEL TO THE BOTTOM, I'LL GO. but he was the sea, the storm, the ship. he was everything and nothing, he just didn't know. I used to seek in daylight, in the obvious, the clear. As if lifetimes were re-written in my twenty-something years. Knowing well what's worth finding must be hidden, must be kept in shadows - or illusions - or dark devices of our debt. One life altered by a thousand half-deaths: mere moments of enlightenment that fuel the self-impressed. Only fools could stay with certainty but not help clean up the mess. That's why I wrestle with my restlessness and blessings that manifest. A sour grape makes for a wine still lacking. Because an imperfect body bruises a soul without remorse. In your skin like a child under his blanket in fear of a house cracking. When it falls apart you'll realize, it was never really yours.

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Jan 5, 2015

Jan 5, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC

gritfacekilla

Ship #rekt.

On an angry sea with sails getting more USELESS! TORN! by the second, it seems! Your image a mermaid God bless the shore and the scenes that live on in the depths of our dreams. DOWN WITH THE SHIP! said the Captain, at once. DOWN WITH THIS VESSEL TO THE BOTTOM, I'LL GO. but he was the sea, the storm, the ship. he was everything and nothing, he just didn't know. I used to seek in daylight, in the obvious, the clear. As if lifetimes were re-written in my twenty-something years. Knowing well what's worth finding must be hidden, must be kept in shadows - or illusions - or dark devices of our debt. One life altered by a thousand half-deaths: mere moments of enlightenment that fuel the self-impressed. Only fools could stay with certainty but not help clean up the mess. That's why I wrestle with my restlessness and blessings that manifest. A sour grape makes for a wine still lacking. Because an imperfect body bruises a soul without remorse. In your skin like a child under his blanket in fear of a house cracking. When it falls apart you'll realize, it was never really yours.

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Why can't I do anything right? I can feel the rope around my neck getting tight. I am not sure if I am having an anxiety attack, but my vision is fading to black. I should shut up! Seriously I don't know why I keep talking, but my breathing is getting balking. My heart is going the speed that my fingers are flying over the keyboard and I can feel cramps starting to erupt, and I am trying to hold them tight, trying to press everything right. But with shaking hands it's not so light! All I did was drink 2 glasses to be precise and the next thing I know is that I wake up to apologize to a girl that I love which I called a **** for fun And that's where the drama begun. She asked if a was already down the drain And even with a clouded brain I saw the mistake in her spelling and thought it would be fun to be the one telling: “Are you grammatically incorrect?” And all I hear this morning is the loud voice that yells at me “You are rekt” And she is right, I am. I hurt the one most precious to me Just by saying something that I thought was funny. Running my mouth is like running a train. An unstoppable force until it rolls of the rails. But from now on I'll keep quiet, I swear to you, my dearest one, because I can't see you being gone.

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 8:08 AM UTC

Heine

A Promise is not good enough

Why can't I do anything right? I can feel the rope around my neck getting tight. I am not sure if I am having an anxiety attack, but my vision is fading to black. I should shut up! Seriously I don't know why I keep talking, but my breathing is getting balking. My heart is going the speed that my fingers are flying over the keyboard and I can feel cramps starting to erupt, and I am trying to hold them tight, trying to press everything right. But with shaking hands it's not so light! All I did was drink 2 glasses to be precise and the next thing I know is that I wake up to apologize to a girl that I love which I called a **** for fun And that's where the drama begun. She asked if a was already down the drain And even with a clouded brain I saw the mistake in her spelling and thought it would be fun to be the one telling: “Are you grammatically incorrect?” And all I hear this morning is the loud voice that yells at me “You are rekt” And she is right, I am. I hurt the one most precious to me Just by saying something that I thought was funny. Running my mouth is like running a train. An unstoppable force until it rolls of the rails. But from now on I'll keep quiet, I swear to you, my dearest one, because I can't see you being gone.

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her face is like an open book I'm a scoundrel and a crook my tribute in the comment section led to nothing but rejection open chrome and instagoogle flaming hair and freckled booble get rekt 'til eye of the storm not an exception but the norm she'd be my wife I'd love her gently sometimes you just take a selfie

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC

mani-malien

#TMI

her face is like an open book I'm a scoundrel and a crook my tribute in the comment section led to nothing but rejection open chrome and instagoogle flaming hair and freckled booble get rekt 'til eye of the storm not an exception but the norm she'd be my wife I'd love her gently sometimes you just take a selfie

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When I was a teen, I went to school like any other kid, Struggling over acne I can't rid, Lifting weights so my weight was hid, Pivoted on a group of friends, Who never knew what words end, So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids, I stood back and watch this kid's world end. I tried to help, confiding with him, Taking the time to let him know I was with him, Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do, And made sure his hellish world a little less blue. But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity, As though being hated was so frowned upon, When being hated meant bearing a heart. Don't get me wrong, I never really did ever grow strong, But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd, As though insults to injury made people proud, And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed. I didn't really fit in myself, They would say things like, No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf, But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem. Broken bones and bruises came and go, But the words that they preached to me is all I know, So when I was sober at a show, They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more, Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ****** And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects. But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object, And when the school found out my father had died, The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh. They shunned down on intellect, Like if you were smart "go eat an insect". They wore it on their shoulder with pride, Of how they never once ever did hide, And they were cool because they made a person, feel "rekt". So the words they tried to preach, And the lessons they tried to teach, Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect, But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect. They hid behind hidden cameras, Taking photos of torture and suffering, Like they were engaged to it. They were no better than me, They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry, So as tales are told, I learnt.... The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

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Feb 9, 2016

Feb 9, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC

dissipate

Diary Entry

When I was a teen, I went to school like any other kid, Struggling over acne I can't rid, Lifting weights so my weight was hid, Pivoted on a group of friends, Who never knew what words end, So when they ripped on a kid whose sister died of sids, I stood back and watch this kid's world end. I tried to help, confiding with him, Taking the time to let him know I was with him, Giving him the heads up of what the others were going to do, And made sure his hellish world a little less blue. But I was afraid thanks to this hollywood lies of popularity, As though being hated was so frowned upon, When being hated meant bearing a heart. Don't get me wrong, I never really did ever grow strong, But I was mixed in with the wrong crowd, As though insults to injury made people proud, And a cigarette in your fingers meant you're well endowed. I didn't really fit in myself, They would say things like, No one would put you on a pedestal cause you'll break the shelf, But the only thing that ever broke was my self esteem. Broken bones and bruises came and go, But the words that they preached to me is all I know, So when I was sober at a show, They fed me with alcohol and told me to party more, Looking around surrounded by guys treating girls like ****** And people who saw hearts and souls as toys and objects. But I had a brittle voice never able to speak clear enough to object, And when the school found out my father had died, The jokes never ended at body image jokes, and all I did was sigh. They shunned down on intellect, Like if you were smart "go eat an insect". They wore it on their shoulder with pride, Of how they never once ever did hide, And they were cool because they made a person, feel "rekt". So the words they tried to preach, And the lessons they tried to teach, Was you aren't cool enough if you aren't perfect, But the real lesson instilled in me, was that I was perfect. They hid behind hidden cameras, Taking photos of torture and suffering, Like they were engaged to it. They were no better than me, They had their own burdens but mine they couldn't carry, So as tales are told, I learnt.... The weaker you are, the more strength you have got to show.

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