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#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.
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
renee
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
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Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 10:51 AM UTC
When Will It STOP
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
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
Lincoln Shot
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
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Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 7:12 PM UTC
Hooded Man
"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
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 5:08 PM UTC
"MIXED FEELING."
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?
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
It isn't suicide If the girl I'm Killing isn't Me
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Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Homicide
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.
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC
****** by Numbers
"Actions speak louder than words", they'd say to me - But, assuming homicide is out of the question, I like to remind myself,- "Sometimes"
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
Sometimes
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
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 6:24 AM UTC
Lights Out
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
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
Heart Homicide/Suicide
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
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
Stained Red
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
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
Master
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
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Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
Do Not Ever Do This
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.
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Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
The rain beats down on my window.
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.
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Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Homicide in Disguise
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
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Infanticide
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.
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
Hit and Run.