#homicide
we share the same car
I know those fabrics seats
your position is familiar
yet your story has already ended.
they will twist your story around their fingers
til the truth suffocates their frozen necks
and trust me, my brave hero,
I will not let your song go unsung.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
When Will It STOP
By: Honorine Shabani
When will we feel safe going out?
When will children feel safe going to school?
When will we stop losing our loved ones?
When will mothers stop shedding tears?
When will one crowd under fire stop?
When will homicides and sucide stop?
When will mental disorders stop being taken as a joke?
Let's stop using guns just for fun
Let’s live in harmony and stop judging
Let’s dishonorary the act of violence and hate
Let’s stop the killing and start loving
Stop hashtags and start doing actions
Let’s stop our community from being broken
Let’s stop families being bit
Let’s work together and stop gun violence
LET’S BE ONE, USA
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
Lincoln died today
He hustled to an early grave
After patience bore the pain of hell
One final bullet to his dismay
Robbed him of the end he craved
Not of time or the sullen knell
But the kiss of a dagger in his worn hand
A battle lost and a battle won
A perdition purged a new ring rung
He's left this hollowed land
Consecrated by blood and gun
And travels now to songs unsung
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
I see a hooded man walk into my neighborhood
Dressed up in black, from the boots to the hood
He prowls the street like a cat in the middle of the night
Walks around hands in his pocket until he reaches his target
Kablaam kablaam kablaam
Gunshots ring in the air
The people disappear
Only to reappear with fear to find their star lying dead
What's his crime? They all asked...
Who's the killer? They all wonder...
Yet nobody knows but the sender
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC
"MIXED FEELING."
The saints
are always
crook: why.?
They have
none tolerance for ********* Yes
believe me
they don't,
even Christ
Jesus didn't. Nonetheless
though He
quoted "When your
right cheek
is slapped turn
the left side."
that's no ******** it's
what make
a Saint. But
He hesitated
not to chase the Merchandise
out the
Lord's temple.
********* are: like, sometimes where positivity is
anticipated finding negativity there
right is
the biggest
******** in the
whole wide
crazy world.
Full of
crazy thangz, crazy people living crazy lifestyle. Wide
life, out
the jungle,
homicides, massacre Wonder why we breathing, when
we living to
die. Or I'm
high? (Sigh)
when will the
world halt being ridiculously
crazy. Said
they he's
zany. Plagued
the sages
mad. However
sages are the
last hopes
to heal
the world.
Corona-virus
army, enemy
agent of segregation. What right have
you to black
me, who am
I to white
a brother. ?
When we
looked just
the same, being humanbeing.
How to become
human, Auth-positive thinking faculty, creativity,
optimism build only, nothang but
possibility. Innovation, inspiration,
motivation.
Here rode
time on the
road to glory
is there any future anywhere.? if
there ever is
a time for
everythang
le' me use
mine now. I
was told
the future
is now, I
wanna live
it unfolding
my pages
stepping the
stair cases,
roller coaster,
fortune searching
I
ride slow,
nonetheless
I gets heading
I should rush
not, yet
on steadily.
#C9_fm
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Homicide, go on and hold my gun
Specify, all the lies you’ve told
Look at me, what kind of drugs am I on?
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
When the volcano erupts
they blame the gods,
it's a common theme.
Blood thirst is contagious
as one and all turn to
homicidal maniacs.
Witches, thieves,
philosophers, princesses.
Burn, stab, bludgeon, maim.
See here! The winds
of change bear arms.
Fear and loathing have no friends.
A prima facie they call an act of war.
But cold-blooded ******
is the criminal de facto.
Heathens in chaos
can offer no justification
for unsacred slaughter.
It's methodical
and evil as the Tempter.
A flag to hatred
when they'd given allegiance
upon the heads of their children.
And so, the sins pass from father
to son, mother to daughter.
The acquired taste for blood
will one day claim them too.
These very same kids
will smoke mom and dad
with the same zeal and spite
they butchered the collective royalty.
Listen!
Barbarism begins at home.
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
"Actions speak louder than words", they'd say to me
-
But, assuming homicide is out of the question,
I like to remind myself,-
"Sometimes"
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
What can I say
I'm trying to send a message
A few words to portray
Exactly what's going on in my head
Things really aren't clear
I feel a bit dead
I don't know why I'm here
I need to get up, and get ahead
Outpace them all
Like I know I can
Scale the "impossible" wall
An became a woman
I know I'm strong
I know I'm intelligent
I admit when I'm wrong
(can't find a rhyme but you get the hint)
I'm a critical thinker
I see through the lines
But my mind's beginning to splinter
I'm not actually fine
The world's driving me mad
And I'm feeling homicidal
Then stop feeling bad
For being suicidal
I don't like it here enough
To put up with ****
Lights out like *****
Don't think I tried well I did
Four times in one year
Guess I really wanna get out of here
I spilled one last tear
And knew death was near
First time I cut a tad too deep
Second time I took a little too much Paracetamol
Next I tried to hang myself, failed and felt like a creep
Then I thought a lot about jumping off of walls
Finally I overdosed
I was home alone
No one knows
It hurt a lot
My life flashed before my eyes
I knew I was going to die
Somehow I woke up alive
And now I'm here writing dumb ****
And thinking about number five
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
My broken heart froze that day last year
They warned me it would happen
You are the reason I'm sitting here now
Chasing thoughts as cheeks dampen
Know I should not blame you for the tears
We are equally in the wrong
Try though I may to distract myself
You are all my mind can focus on
When you left for rehab in Florida
Like shattered glass pain began multiplying
My world crumbled even more
When I discovered you were lying
Something deep inside involuntarily snapped
What was tightly wound dangles loose
On that swaying heartstring read one word: "goodbye"
Carved meticulously into my recycled noose
Hanging myself with self-inflicted emotion
It was more than just a suicide
Because the instant I killed myself
Our beautiful love also died
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Your body beneath me
A blade pressed to your chest
Do you trust me?
Sadistic thoughts swarm my brain
Like a nest of angry wasps
A thin line
Dripping crimson honey
Your breath becomes sharp
A dull ache in my skull
Demons speaking into my ear
The knife in my hand is so tempting
I carve another line
One after one and I still ain’t done
The steal comes down full force
Tearing past flesh and bone
I can’t help but to let out a little moan
Hands painted red
Shoving my fingers in the open wounds
Can I make someone so numb feel pain?
Watching the light fade from your dark eyes
I always wanted to be your end
I promise I’ll kiss it better
But now I have you
Nothing can take you from me
The cold metal to my neck
Slices past the cartilage
Feeling warmth drip into my lungs
My vision filled with dark clouds
I mutter and choke out my last words
I love you
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
Little whimpers escape your lips as your fingers reach toward the moon
Your wrists are gripped and forced against brick
Breaths coming and going quickly
Yelps from your throat leave you raw
Teeth in your neck leave you rigid
Aching, eyes drooping
Cold and heavy
You drop
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Just ****
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell
Your eyes
Can't disguise
The ire that you hide
So feel it
But don't reveal it
Until it's time to
Break the weak and burn the broken
This is what your soul desires
Show them everything you feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire
So ****
Feel the thrill
You have your power still
The violence
Breaks the silence
Come with me back to Hell
Break their bones and spill their blood
This is what you want to do
Show them that you cannot feel
Make them know that you are real
Come with me into the fire
So ****
Feel the thrill
You'll have your vengeance yet
The violence
Breaks the silence
They will never forget you
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
I sleep all day and work all night,
The rain beats down on my window.
My girl and I had another fight,
The rain beats down on my window.
The fog rolls in but is washed away,
The rain beats down on my window.
I threw her body in the bay,
The rain beats down on my window.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
If she kills herself
Because of your words
Because of your actions
Is it still considered suicide?
Or can it be called what it is?
A homicide.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
like salty ocean waves, a chill floods the heart
the screaming, earth-shattering, ears fail to start
the mumbling, so troubling it's nearly divine
the mother just stares and states, 'i'll deal with what's mine'
it falls to the ground, solid as stone
but it leaks deep roses and bares broken bones
the salt fills her eyes, starting a fire within
for when amber blows, another begins
the screaming was silent, the anger was cold
for the baring of child tore a hole in the soul
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
my whole life
I've only ever been
someone's bad habit.
like stealing drags
behind the library,
or biting broken nails
numb,
I became their drug in choosing.
pretty lips,
and a ***** secret;
a harrowing existence,
meets feverish addiction.
their idea of killing time
was killing me
and this is what I called love.
I guess I have a thing
for
homicide.
-k.m.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC