"dueces" poems
I try to reconsider being bitter,
but you didn't have to hit her.
You're a backstabbing father and a quitter.
And as a parent it was apparent
that you were incoherent.
Your self esteem was barren.
Wearing a mask that's transparent.
I was oblivious.
You told me you were the wittiest.
It's insidious.
Your personality is hideous.
It was ingenious to me, the way you deemed us to be.
Your English was fiendish.
So much that your seamstress couldn't see.
True sense made me feel like I was a nuisance.
Like you didn't need my two cents.
Now I'm gone for good.
Dueces.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
Serving through stillness,
the water drips a thick red.
outlined with c
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Success with lack of reason,
loss of all hope.
Dueces & goodbye.
Plainly living without purpose. h to contentment.
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Desert dry with dripping sweat, a
finding yourself will lead you on the p
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
So,
It's been a couple of weeks
and I'm starting to see:
there isn't much else
that you need from me.
It seems that for you
lust is simply enough,
you forgot about love
once you learned how to ****
I'm surprised that your sweat
never came out in black,
that the heat never caused
ink to bleed off your back.
Now,
I've seen plenty of woman
use two men as a whole
I'm just not used to fulfilling
the physical role;
I've always been the one listening
on the phone late at night
wondering what your resting head
on my chest would feel like.
But now I'm the one
with my arms 'round your waist
who knows exactly how bitter
your lips always taste.
And,
it took me a while
to finally discover
that of these two halves
I was meant for the other.
Previous women all found
that I'm too thoughtful and kind,
that instead of stroking your ego
I'd rather pleasure you mind.
They say nice guys finish last,
it's the age old curse,
at least it made me feel good
knowing that you finished first.
So,
I'm calling it quits
while I've still got my head,
before I get used
to the scent of your bed,
because every time
that I've ever tried to talk
you tell me your busy
or you're out for a walk.
I just need to find someone
who wants to know me,
wants to dissect all my thoughts
and know why I breathe.
At least I know I can make you scream
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 2:57 AM UTC
The patterns where random
At least at first appearance
On close inspection
seems there is something deeper
Through the tremble of blades
And the fettered veins
The street I'll cross
Throw up dueces
And dip
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
I chose to be with you and now lm the fool
You said thing would be cool and that Im forever your boo but I was just a fool for listening to you
I though I was Bonnie and you was clide and that we would ride through the night trying to figure out what to do cause we a'int want to be through cause in owe mind we was one not two
But look at me I was just a fool that you used to get through the things you could not do but its cool cause I dont need you i'll just chop up my dueces and keep It moveing along and keep groving to the beat of this song you know u was wrong so whem Im gone theres no crowling back
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Homily in dueces, wrecked beyond comprehension.
Half starved, swelling throngs of disbelievers,
Half true eulogies eulogizing the still-living, undulating ghosts that whip to and fro between one righteous thought and one sin.
Undaunted in fear do I stand before thee.
Unheard do I scream a name that can never answer me, as the human attached to it has nothing more to give.
Haunted by my own self.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
Is ..
And then ....
Was.......
......
Smirk .
Mike Drop....
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Dueces....
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 5:47 PM UTC
There I go again yeah I blew it everything I don't wanna do I keep doing steadily feeling stupid instead of making excuses I just need to face the music I need ya..
I lean on my own strength but it's useless cause healing only comes by those strips and thoughs bruises
I chunk dueces but sometimes I turn right back to it
Why do I abuse all the grace that you given me it's like I can't win man I still got sin in me ...
We're not same man I really thank him that we're not the same
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Since i met rakim i became a microphone fiend
Been Big since i had dreams magazines
Limousine picture me getting cream
Ridiculous suckas turn suspicious
Once they see my money grow vicious
Mk ultra a beat silence the elite repeat
See my tactics could wipe a navy fleet
Smoke torpedos this is for ya pendejos
Hating only my flows check these holes
As the blood pours left ya with open pores
Ya finna soar to the skies with no floor
Floating like Casper villian master
Taster any beat i eat with no receipt
Needed multiple guns
beaming
Flashback ya back into the
future
Got ya mind to time slippin' still rippin'
Sucka emcees glide it like Cal Ripken
Sippin' the baddest sins once again
With Thick chicks from African to Puerto Ricans
Dominican
Let's go time traveling
javeling
Fools hiding behind the
bushes
Only truces when my guns going in dueces
Extension gooses back to the Canada mooses
Yo im a bull make ya winkle as I get rocky
Jab sicker than Ali why me try me sly me
They dont wanna see the devil dance
Glance rhymes to beats greets romance
Unzip ya girls pants
make her beg for one more chance
Hit her with the dopest
stance
Cup the mic like it was a
baby
Fresh outta the womb from the tombs
Your consumed by the
blossom
To booms yo fools gotta make rooms
Gods Is back black melanin attacks
Swift as the slash of an axe
Causin' cell damaging
impact "yeahhhh"
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
dandelions dueces
dancing delicacy
descending
demonstration
demonstrating
demonstrations
double dealing
darlings
dieing
death
did
die
do
dueces dandelions
?
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC