"redrum" poems
When the emergency room
is at maximum occupancy,
the nurses will lay down
their clipboards and utensils,
clear their throats, and ask for
women and children
to approach the desk first.
To ensure proper care,
forms still must be completed promptly,
and as patiently as possible for the
patient to be processed.
There's the occasional backwards R.
But all is acceptable with a
signature by the X.
Adrenaline coursing
through veins may perhaps lead
the cause of instability,
some instances coarse skin.
A child with the heart of a lion,
shell of a turtle, will always overcome;
rest assured, an insured child,
prints their name with the
unmistakable yet
innocent backwards R still
knows that words are as powerful
as excruciating pain.
Sticks and stones and words alone
have been known to break through bone.
With the twitch of a finger
even Danny Torrance made
the word "Redrum" seem
like a word to reflect on,
if not only a feeling
of constant déjà vu.
Intensive care is a surgeon
not leaving a wristwatch
inside of a patient,
if not a cadaver
whose time ran out.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:31 PM UTC
All Along this chain link fence
pulsing incessant down ground-ward decent
Bone paved side cracked and twisting this winding road
No street lights rest stops my nerve twitch eyes closed
swelling and curving no stretch in shoulder
Wheels rub the hot spot as ripples get louder
Sliding highways you know that fun
till happy turns hazard drinking redrum
tumblingdown head first
shatteringhigh star burst
scatteringmy focus
splatteringlike bone crush
scaffoldingdo not touch!
Another brick in the wall of fame
extra activity considered the game
Now Excel at macro Alt Shift and paste
spreadsheet my back line the facts on my face
"Say Boy!, your speedy." from there I can trace
That needle-nosed issue in tissue displaced
bend over run forward turn left then cough
so perfect small packages get checked in then lost
Like milli tary or leaves when it out lived the need
***** the life from under shelter asteamed
Sleeping pins needle in terminal sensation
clinching and grasping to my spinal decoration
twisting and turning will bring no release
this physical chain from my **** cyst to neck leash
when typing or driving the pleasure is lost
when numbness takes over attention to high a cost
I'm broken together
one round at a time
yet the cords are in place
to ring in tune as it grinds.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
I tried to write a lullaby
With a 70's theme of sorts
Kids drinking Sunny "D" in their jammies
Girls in Mindy, Boys in Mork
But that's as far as I could get
This dried up crinkly brain stays in a daze
So I picked up the phone, dialed up some friends
In hopes of a friendly Friday night game of charades
Of course Sylvester brought his Ouija board
He thinks with the other side he's in tune
I hate to break it to Houdini here
But I think he's inhaled to many fumes
My friends say that I'm just paranoid
Like a jester without a court
So I turn and apologize to Sylvester
Okay dude, pull out the board
We place our fingers on the Doohickey
Or is that the Thingamajig
Redrum, Redrum, Redrum, is all that it spells
As Sylvester has a fit
He knocks the game table over
And screams it's that movie, The Shining all over again
This is ****** spelled backwards people
As the smell of the dead blows in on the wind
In all of the dark spirit world excitement
I think I even pee'd myself
I suggest in a manly way with a wet spot on the front of my Bell Bottom jeans
That we put the Ouija board back up on the shelf
I really wasn't expecting an evening
Of doom and gloom and tombs and such
I think I'll go back to writing that 70's lullaby
If you don't mind...thank you very much
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
I choose not to be defensive under constructive criticism offered by good counsel
I also choose to believe that what drove me then remains what I'm about still
But...
Maybe my idea is aluminium and they're talking about steel
I choose to realize that as talented as I happen to be, I still...
Need guidance around skill
Medicinal advice to take me higher than a drug
Capsule or a round pill
But then again I also choose...
To be realistic
Sever certain loyalties and lose...
Those that are pessimistic
I choose to see the bigger picture painted in a snow storm
Cold and artistic
Bring about a new wave of doing things... futuristic
Reflecting back... I should have seen the message on the mirror written in red lipstick
'REDRUM!'
But I was disillusioned, detached back then, I was dead... numb
Then I heard a voice tell me to accept the guidance...
I needed to get out of this maze, follow the bread crumbs
While still swaying to my own tune, moving to my dance
And start anew
So, to an impoverished way of thinking I say 'adieu'.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 6:09 AM UTC
(on candystriped legs) -the Sandman comes,
catch you while you're sleeping,bring you dreams of redrum
hum softly in your ear-fear, tears - sleep apnia,
lucidly,produce a vista that lingers long after ya,
wake,but wait which is the dream realm?
Once I get you on my list in time you're surely overwhelmed
*By a state of Schizophrenia,daydream mania,
add a victim to the list of convoluted insomnia,
(searching out fear in the gathering gloom)
a potent presence appears to bring the prescience of doom*
**The room shivers like Inception,but you've still no conception,
of the depth of the Abyss that blows softly with deceptions,
no exception to preception of the photo-reception,
mis - perception,misdirection,just a section of my weapons,
(be still,be calm,be quiet now,my precious toy),
The Sandman's here to rock you with a lullabye**
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
no one but me in the shower in the bed' in your head /no one but me in a dream in the light that comes for me waiting arms spreaded so natruly ,waiting for the embrace of love to capture me/no one but me on your team to cover your ears when you scream after you've seen something that was not to be seen redrum redrum come to me ............................
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
redrum
redrum redrum
redrum redrumredrum
redrum redrumredrum redrum
redrum redrumredrum
redrum redrum
redrum
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Red Lips
Red Kiss
Red Heat
Red Fire
Red Love
Red Hate
Red Mist
Red Blood
Red Rage
~
RedRum
******
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
I'm silent violent and crazy. Summoning the dark prince because HE raised ME. I never went to school because of the late night rapings. redrum because of my wrecked ****** I was just a 9 year old baby. Outbursts of rage left me without a mother to save me from the gapings. 3 ****** years my *** was an elders for the taking. I dropped out of school and lost all my education. I found drugs and only used girls for ****** *********** I never saw hope, so to say i lost it would be mistaken. To find myself would only be to find Satan. Dressed in all black naked, on an alter of virgins blood bathing. My frontal cortex is a vortex of anger from the poorest. If Lucifer holds the light of the world, then the sky I'm'a torch it. With the strength of Ishtar's forces. Trying to stop me, will be the train that leaves your body from your soul deported.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
feel my heart bleeding
crimson tears from beautiful
lies, I trusted you.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
Blood on the floor,
Knife driven in,
Feel the cold metal,
Piercing through my skin,
You watch me suffer,
You spit in my face,
‘Til I can no longer feel,
Life’s sweet embrace,
Redrum in your eyes,
Red blood on the floor,
It seems that for me,
Life has shut it’s door.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
Our breakfast is *******
But he loves me for my Berkley brain
Make great love to me
Lay me down until I can't see
It used to be just novacane for the pain
Until he saved me from a life of strain
Ive begun smiling in my sleep
Roll over and pillow talk to me
The Bonnie to his Clyde
We've been swimming in each other's mind
I've fallen in love with his redruM
He's got me right under his thumb
Riding on the back of his black bike
I've dreamt of this love, its ghostlike
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Monochrome strings, fizzled out currents,
Dull thumps, dead thumps, redrum me,
The theatre of my undoing and my banes,
The graveyard of unburied, broken dreams;
The heart was made to feel and Lord, I felt,
The vacuity of a thousand dead suns,
The gravity of a tempered yellow star,
What grows the more you take away?
The grief of the fireflies, burned without the fade,
The oddity of a moonflower for one glorious dusk,
None of this makes sense and neither do I,
Lost in the plot, lost a lot, take out the glock;
The revenants of my wounds have resurfaced,
I slip across it's horizon, overcome by it's strength,
Just me and Lana tonight, let the wildflower burn,
Tomorrow's dusk, I'll still be here.
May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC