"redhanded" poems
We dragged the bodies down the wrong side of the road
And stacked their bones like an exhibit behind museum glass.
I remember our hands were too cold to light our cigarettes
So we held them above the bumper of our redhanded Chevy,
Breathing white air onto our fingers around a campfire of exhaust.
Somewhere down the way a lone bird cried a primal warning.
The ground hummed with distant wheels on gravel moving quickly.
Our lofty shoelaces chained our shoes to our feet; frozen to the scene.
Chewing nails down to skin, wrapping scarves like nooses around our necks-
You were the cops, we were the robbers.
You were the prisoner, we were the jail.
Hands crossed for icy handcuffs though none had come yet
So we tied our frosted breath tight inside our shivering body bags.
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
Rat a tat , tap on a desk
Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in
my chest
Stuck sitting
I can't stand it
If writers were criminals you'd catch me
redhanded
Words smoothe like red silk and silky
black.velvet
Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding
like sanskrit
Wrote this
just.to say that I could write it
But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because
empty words can't
ignite it
been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page
Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
I hate what I'm writing
what if my brain is ******* me over
what if finally it's learnt from the others and packed it'd bags on me
what if my brain joins with the forces much greater than us
that I talk about
and together they plot their treason.
My thoughts are loaded gunpowder and my body
comprised of brick and cement
is the parliament building.
Maybe this poem is me
catching the rebels redhanded.
Maybe it's too late.
What if this is it,
the demise of my inner government,
the seats given to the opposition,
the monarchy going up in flames
(it certainly feels like burning)
I beg,
have me hung drawn and quartered
and feed my limbs to the birds.
And then,
from deep within the innards of a birds *****
my last request is to
at the very least
make my severed head look pretty
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
#RedHanded (First Time I Saw You)
There you were
Sparky hair and red shirt
-as I could still remember
You smiled while noticing me
I was caught red handed
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#SheIsSoLucky
I saw you a couple times
Waiting for someone
I had seen that someone
Should I noticed that too?
That someone
-is so lucky
-to have you
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#HowCouldIForget?
It was a seldom audacity
For me to look at you
But that day
Our eyes focused
At each other-
Made me realised
that
you
are
so
powerful.
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#Reseach (1)
My FYP moment
But you got me first
I needed to get rid of you
But Els,
You had planted seeds in my garden heart
That had been cloudy and raining for years
Now the seeds had grown into flowers
And would not wither unless you pick them.
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#Research (2) (I Found You)
I was dying to know
So i found everything
Every single pieces of what i needed
Whom was written above?
It was YOU.
God led me to you
With His mercy
I found you.
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Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
wipe away the day with a
splash, double, drop
sugar waters redhanded
paint cleans the mop
spoonfuls of medicine
adjacent shots to bite
but the sweetness is canny
its the throat thats tight
you should say what you will
or please, will while you stay
just don't do for me
the things drunk people say
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC