"dve" poems
I had a very ****** up day so if you value your life stay away I'm not afraid to slay whether it be on page or to your face I'm enraged at the fuckery I had to endure today if I had my way I'dve laid in bed all day but I guess that's not how things work in this age I'm grateful for this ink to abuse because without this therapeutic fuel I wouldn't have a muse but then again I draw on life the good and the strife
wait a minute... cut that **** off
(beat to hit em up drops)
First off **** yo **** on this grim *** day when it rains I feel pain enough fuel to slay
you claim to be a gangsta but you ain't done ****
so sit the **** down ***** and **** my ****
Cyber Tough guys go ask your admins how I'll have ya cut yo little *** up, seen you in pieces, now go eat your release Little trolls don't **** around with me I'll reach thru and smack you through the screen, like I'm legit mean.
I'll let you ******* know it's on for life
don't let your account cause your death tonight
haha... little troll ******* murdered on page and killed... **** with me get yo blood spilled you know
see type emojis you little ***** brony
keep talking **** Imma **** you up.
keep insulting me but you just can't finish now you're gonna feel the wrath of a menace ********** I hit em up.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
mila sedi na wc solji. prebira dlacice po brezuljku. nekako odvratno ali radoznalo trazi one pod zemljom
gusto groblje-guste misli:
dve prodavacice prodaju sok od sargarepe, na smenu- jedan dan jednoj plati jednu cenu drugi dan drugoj drugu. cuti. zakopa to u zeludac. guta vazduh namazan budalom. cuti. plati. popije samar i sok.
na ulici razmazano oker govno, kao kanapei na srebrnom tanjiru.
preskace, obilazi ga ona. preskace, obilazi ga i pas. kisa pada, oker krem gubi gustinu, pas nece pod kisobran juri senke i zapisava skupocene alo tepsije onih kojih se i pauk plasi.
zanoktica o vrh narandzastog jezika- rekapitulacija popisanosti i pogresno usmerene finoce. krv stedljivo iz nokta curi natapajuci nepce a mrmlja da sledeci put ce...
ali verovatno nece. jer ne razume tu gadnu nepravicnost. jer to je samo princip. mozda i hoce. jer princip je i sve.
dopire krik playback narodnjaka- komsija stigao sa posla, investitor umesto izloacije sigurno je kupio dzipa.
masina se centrifugom lansira u orbitu svake sekunde- privezala bi se za nju toaltet papirom....
aman, idi uci.
bolje ces se osecati.
kraj prozora cuje se ono dete sto svira trubu.
makar jos ne moras da trazis posao. eto imas vremena da smislis sta zelis da budes.
na kraju krajeva nemas urasle dlake. i da, auto ti je parkiran divlje pokupice ga pauk sigurno. i nemas dozvolu. kese za govna su u gepeku.
trebas psa izvesti.
sutra kupices sok od sargarepe, po ne zna se kojoj ceni.
rekla bi imas princip a i lenja si.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
taj moj dragi,
što mi nije kao niko na ovome svetu
kada nađem se u snovima prejedem se slatkišima, tovarim čokoladice i bombone i šarene kremove da bih ćutala
ako se ušećeri poješce ga ljubičaste mušice, pomislih
pa se tako bojim još po koje krilatice, kao recimo aviona ili šarene lastavice
a ja kad-kad kratko i nespretno letim
punim se kamenjem i betonom
a praznim groznicom mednom
kada ruke ko dve reke ispoliva, useče oko mojih ko klavir rebara
pa mi se zbunjene pčele sele kroz čelo i telo celo
traži se nešto od kruške slađe
tu na usnama izvor namiguje
pa taj se, putnik čarobnjak
samnom ko lipa njiše
zimu šapatom pretvara u igru pustinjskog vetra
otvori oči i eto ga more
od koje li je on vrste?
za ogolićenu dušu odelo,
što lanenog kroja cvrstinu krije
nabori nemira i divljine
beskraj užarene širine
šavovi boje sunca
broje tugu nedostižnu
sa njim je toplo
sa njim je ritam najsjajnije zvezde
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
i sometimes ponder the big BANG.
i ponder what’dve happened if X and i had never met.
Mourns
over past,
that is what my
click
droning
click
mundane
click
Life
has been.
one word.
sorry
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
No you wouldnt
I'dve been there like the police when a black kid loiters
Never would I have exploited ya
I can heal fast but this'll take time
**** it. **** it. If only you could've been mine
Idve held you like a queen, Cleopatra over Egypt
But you couldn't see what beats in my chest it's like when I try I get shot down
Every time I opened up I get shot to the ground
I guess I'm stuck alone on my own a king with no queen to share a throne
My fate is sealed I'm giving up for good
I'm gonna be the loneliest ********** in my hood
Now I'm gonna do what all plan B guys
Get back to crying in my pit, my sanctuary and my curse
That I've now described so accurately in that verse
This may be the worst I've ever jotted down
But I guess you never see the sadness behind the mask I wear, as the clown.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
There are things
I wished I'dve said to her
when I had the chance, There are days
when I wish I would've spoken my mind.
And there are times
when I wonder why I didn't, But now in the revelation
of my possible success
I wish her
here
by my side, though metaphorically and emotionally she always will be
but physically
I need her support.
Just like she needed mine.
But, millions and millions of miles away it feels
from her comforting glance, from the inexplicable
Freedom
she granted me, the
Confidence
she bestowed in my heart and now I wish
I wish she was somehow here again.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
my therapist says your actions
have more to do with you
than they have to do with me
so why do i feel so targeted
i know she's right
but you know what you're doing
and i'm trying to find peace
in that i'm better off not trying to untangle your prerogative
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 1:12 PM UTC