The Handshake

The Handshake

A Poem by José Humilde

I first hit the dude, hard on the nose.

I showed him to be smart when choosing his foes.


He stared back at me, scared and dazed.

He saw a man that was brutal and crazed.


I got out the blade, and struck his side.

There was no room to run, no place to hide.


He cried out in agony, wanting no more.

I struck his chest, and he hit the ground floor.


I stood over him for what seemed an hour.

It was such a rush, I felt such a power.


The floor was moist, doused with red.

I checked his pulse; he had to be dead.


I lifted his wrist to check for a beat.

There was no rhythm, but he still had his heat.


I knew this was the last thing for him to deserve,

but he got to me, he got on my last nerve.


I had to release the anger and hate.

I knew I was right, to deliver his fate.


I let go of his hand and snapped out of my daydream.

This guy is lucky I’m nice, and luckier I'm not mean.

© 2010 José Humilde

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I really enjoyed this. I like poems that ryhme LOL. Awesome job man! :D

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wow this is soooo amazing!!
love the way it flows so smoothly and its so full of description :)
great work!!
~Wandering Soul~

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Added on May 1, 2010
Last Updated on August 3, 2010
Tags: daydreaming, killing, stabbing, crime, regular, poem


José Humilde
José Humilde

Pocatello, ID

I'm a simple man with a complex mind. I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, and wouldn't change a thing. I'm a young 21-year-old Chicano who has a deep understanding for his culture. I'm.. more..