"redos" poems
Today it took me two hours
twelve markers
half a roll of paper towels
and seventeen redos
to fill a whiteboard at my place of work
Today I counted steps
in the sidewalk blocks as I walked
1
1, 2
1, 2
1
only having to backtrack and repeat
twice
Today I stood in the tiny wooden doorway
of my apartment's fire escape
for the entire duration of my cigarette
terrified to step foot on the steel grate
all for fear of the lightning in the distance
because after a brief ocular inspection
I was so certain
that there is no god ****** way this building
is up to code in that regard
Today I couldn't help but wonder
what ever has happened in my life
to once again trigger
these neurotic thought patterns
that plague me from time to time
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
Chances.
How many do you get?
How many do you want?
You can take them.
Or you can steal them.
But who do you steal them from?
Only so many are given.
It's advised not to push the limits.
Although there are all too many gimics.
Of chances I mean.
How do you know when you get one?
How do you know when you loose one?
Often you're told,
often they're sold.
They're traded from person to person.
Given, taken, stolen, awakened.
Sometimes people don't want to give them.
Because maybe you took too many.
Maybe you just took them without asking.
People don't like that,
When you take things without asking.
It makes them feel used.
A feeling all too common I see.
If you take a chance.
You can choose the size.
It's best advised,
you measure it.
Because from time to time,
People don't.
They let someone else choose for them.
You don’t want the wrong size
Not everyone knows your size
That’s why you’re supposed to choose for yourself
You can't wear clothes that are too big.
You'll look foolish.
That's why you return them.
But you can't return chances.
There are no receipts.
No repeats.
Only advances,
To places that lead to more chances,
If you’re lucky.
Chances are not redos.
So don't dare think they are.
Or you'll look foolish in your oversize suit.
During your life long commute.
People always remember the ones you take.
And especially the ones you steal.
So don't trip on your pride.
Because soon it'll be the only thing you’ve got.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
Grinding the time,
one second at a time.
Hands up hands down,
ticking running around,
the face of time smiles wide.
Twelve, eleven, ten,
nine, eight let’s do it again.
The only way to turn back time
is to rewind the clock. No redos
just memories.
Tick tock, tick tock, oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
These are my vintage thoughts,
they aged wisely and I’ve been
digging for the time
deeper into the depths
of vintage earth.
Wrapped in lace and bonet,
skirts of mourning black and sad,
tears stain the cloth slowly turns
yellow.
Oded to vintage,
dirt wrinkles and grime.
©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Jun 10, 2023
Jun 10, 2023 at 5:56 AM UTC
I'm feeling like a pop quiz sweetheart
I hope to god you studied
I don't accept failing grades, no redos
It'll be the last you see of me.
Oh, I'm feeling testy
I wake up angry
I live in fury
*Don't **** with me*
Pass my "test," sweetheart. Pass it.
I only have so much patience.
I only have so much patience I can spare on you
I don't have the time or care to explain what I meant.
Just show me that this isn't a waste of time.
I'm not having the time of my life losing my mind.
If it's gonna go, it better be for someone who's at least trying
Don't make me regret this, sweetheart, it's your time to shine.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
Alone again,
****** hole again,
I wish that I could hear you moan again.
Darkness is my home again.
Struggling to pay rent,
To be fed,
To see red.
To keep all this past tense.
To hear it-
What makes sense.
Blue views skew my mood through redos,
How many mundane days can I go through
Before I'm...
Insane again?
Bad brain again,
Feels like going down a drain again.
Tell myself to count to ten again.
Hear those voices in my head again.
Crying rivers in my bed again.
Smoking 'til my eyes are red again
It's already been said...
I'm alone again.
Not whole again.
I wish that I could feel your soul again.
-SLuR
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
The soldiers who fight for our country
Have a harder job than we ever will
They're getting tired of reading the other wills
Most people would run for the hills
When a bullet gets close to them
But this is another day in the office for them
Merely a realistic training session
But there are no takebacks or redos.
It's all real.
This court can't appeal
Just sit in silence
Silence is harmonic and hellish simatenously
Too hard to explain
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
My life crumbled down
Like it was a fragile object
After being tossed around
By the baggers on the plane.
Being lead to a drama
That doesn't have an axis
No plot twists nor redos
Just another tragedy of me.
Now I only sing this shanty
That I learned from the sea
Awaiting the death me
Oh poor old man.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
Just another day in the neighborhood
Just another go go go and get em day
Just another **** I'm running late
Just another ****** I missed the subway
Thats what we all think
Just another plane flying by
Just another flame rising high
Just another few thousand dead
Just another passed off country
Thats what we all think
Just another red white and blue
Just another memorial service
Just another way to start a war
Just another tragic day in history
Thats what we all think
It's a grand day to steal a plane
It's a grand day to ****
It's a grand day for terrorism
It's a grand day to die
That's what they think
Just another....
No there are no more
For any of those souls lost
No redos
That's what I know
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC