"homocide" poems
When you look into my eyes
You'll be lookin at a homocide
That's your soul's ****** demise
It's about time you decide
Whether you want to star in a thriller
With a silent sociopathic killer
A regular body part miller
Nothing but a body bag filler
I be living in this house of pain
Behind these curtains vain
Torn asunder by the knife
That is sharpened in strife
Letting loose liquid crimson life
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
A suicide of my best sides,
a homocide, a matricide.
Occupied in nursing
self-inflicted wounds inside
my heart, my soul, my final goal
is near. I tear with nailless claws
at where the door I used to know
was before I tore the hole inside
and so I tried to justify
the single, once perfected try
to go, to fly, escape outside
these walls, these halls
these calls I hear
are tearing at my soul, I lay
and lie and cannot cry.
I swear and curse in sour lines,
but noone knows the pain
experienced inside.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
its between
suicide or homicide
though i do believe homocide
will be better...why? well
it allows me to release my pain
and anger without hurting
myself...isnt that the idea of this
doctor? to get me to stop hurting myself??
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Persistent fever
And a hole in my pallette
God save me from this awful habit
Shy away
The beast will come another day
Maybe you won't believe the lie
It's not even a high
But in my warped mind
A lens of vision only on me
I've always been intrigued
With publicized insanity
I want to be the shooting star
Red carpet
Robert Downey Jr eyes
On a ****** not even fit for
Heath Ledger
I want to disengrate in the sky
A slow public suicide
Blame it on gravity
It's homocide
It seems some can escape mortality
And become grand deities
In the mind of humble losers
But I know its not my life
No spectacle too see
The only one who watches
Is me
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
Remained uh
Loyal to the game
Infamous is my name
Im after the fire
Its the return of the reign
Since Pac is King
Im the prince back to hit
Ya with some real ****
Hard to dodge when tryna
Put haters n critics n casket
Though a *******
I still made a change **** the fame
And all these nigguhs is speakin' the same
Riddle me this as i hit ya with some game
Aint got no shame
I was apart of the drug game *******
Filled my pockets mayne
Hangin' on differ corner slangin'
But it was the environment that got me bangin'
But i heard better blues when i see the news
Im seein my people in a fued
At war over each other
For nothing
All roughed up by the media for
Nothing
Then all of sudden
When a brother wants to regained consciousness
They label it ludicrous take my quotes as a diss
But i dismiss
All the ******** got to stay real to roots
Until the fat lady sangs remain
Loyal to the game
Though i was
Cursed as a *****
My focus was on chasin' figures
From ***** dreams
Too ******* in my abode scene
Jewels & jacuzzi in the limousine
Big tv screens
Things aint what it seems
Somehow I thiught money
Would bring happiness
But it only attract serpents
Evil is the root to sorts of treachery
Gotta watch who's next to me ?
Feel me!
They say they have your back
But the first to attack
When ya turn ya back
Thats friends in this day in age
They say why you upset im growin' in a rage
All i know is dope hoes n a 12 guage
They ****** up my community
With the spiritual raid
Invested in homocide drug cartels
Suicide prostitution the stories never fail
And ah
If you plan on makin' future
Better believe they comin' to shoot ya
Eradicate our whole race
The nation steadily sayin' **** you to our face
Get out the **** pulpits n come to the streets
Thats where its real pack yo steel
So haters can feel
The ammunition of revenge
No pretend we never surrend
We straight up warriors
More than thugs
Now embrace the eternal flame
I dont care if i gotta for my peeps
Im vain but ill remain
Loyalllllll to the gammeeeeee
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
When the truth hits you in the face
When there's a thing you can no longer embrace,
You hide behind a happy smile ,
Miserable inside ,
Every little comment,
Makes you want to commit suicide
After a double homocide...
At least , these are only my thoughts ,
And thoughts often cause actions
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
With all these laughing barrels,
and groans,the wind passes by.
As the suns too tiered ,
to rush off from the ****** sky,
And the darkness falls off ,
laughing at this chaos in the light,
Fire brightens up the results on the ground,
The quest for being human is not erased nor drowned ,
As dead land under starts moaning a cruel sound,
There is not a bit of life , but fear and enough wound,
The man lying hear are not brought but bound,
To there rusted guns and those shells of bullets,
Only life found is on those smoken cigarettes,
Which once lighten by a living soul,
and dissolved in his breath,
Or on the packet where he packed the last three left,
Like he was willing the sun to shine different sides,
Or it may be packed for some other life,
As if he knew there's no escape
from this hell, this homocide,
For the sake of boundaries ,
and couple of human rights,
Cause the hands of leaders are quite short to climb otherside,
Which ended very well with the picture in his right,
Drowned in blood
pretty hard to recognize
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
i guess mark and linda
drive a range rover now
because i saw them through
the windshield turning the corner
i'm choking in the
heat blasting from
the vents of the van
and sleeves of the past
i used to wear scarves
to infiltrate them
but then i found we
were still sharing shirts
*(i'm keeping the scarves i
never wear so that someday
i can tie them all together and
hang myself from an upstairs beam
but if homocide were more
my style i'm unsure if it
would be more a matter of
revenge or personal tastes)*
"you don't have any
reason to seek revenge
on your old church
or any other."
odd
that you no longer
want recompense
for the past
and odd
that one should
need recompense
from those of the cloth
i want to scream
that i need help
I NEED HELP NOW
but don't want to sound ridiculous
don't want to say that
i'm having nightmares
flashbacks
panic attacks
over something like
sunday mornings
sleeplessly reversing
to saturday nights
but on the other hand
i don't want to die of
whatever's keeping me
scared and awake
i just know that
the medication
isn't putting me to
sleep anymore.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 6:38 PM UTC
i had always romanticized thought of homocide. but in which way would i have done it? i couldn’t be caught. that wouldn’t be the perfect ****** I’ve lived with four, but after my mother had locked eyes with me, and picked up the shovel, there were only three. id pondered many ways, the easiest to dispatch of was two. all except of me. i could’ve speared the rest, you’d never be too vigilante. pulling the trigger was an option, but they’d find the bullet. arson, a creative solution. i waited ‘til sundown. gasoline, every inch of the house. i entered my mother’s room, taking two lighters, and a matchbox. i lit three flames on the match, and threw at the house along with the lighters. i left. without taking any belongings. i moved far far away. finally, ive committed the perfect ******
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 6:35 PM UTC
I've yet to find
more comfort in life
than when I sit
by the river, alone,
headphones in,
blasting some obscure band,
drowning out the chaos
of the world
in three minute intervals
The bittersweet view
of the still water,
shopping carts acting
as sunken ships,
the captain obviously
denied the cliche
of destroying himself
he's nowhere to be found
Like me
Plastic bottles and grocery bags
floating aimlessly,
remains of something
once so satisfying,
now nothing more than
a potential act of homocide
I pray for the animal
or fish that makes the mistake
of giving in to curiosity,
more than likely,
*the cat will get
what's coming to em'*
It's still beautiful though,
despite my racing thoughts,
despite the decay,
both internally and externally,
it's still beautiful
Such is life, I suppose
The destruction of beauty,
the beauty of destruction
*Both, ever present,
eternal*,
and breathing
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
**I'm drowning in all this love I hoped I'd give you, the love that's over here waiting for you to receive but I can't breathe anymore.
I'm so empty from all the nights you kissed " I love you " into my neck then ripped it off as soon as you got your pants off the floor.
I've been waiting for you to save me from my loneliness when I should've just saved myself from this crucifixion.**
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
A gunshot
That your body caught
Fell to the ground
A ringing sound
Pool of blood
A heavy thud
Empty eyes
Silent cries
Wasn't ready
Hold me steady
Flashing light
This isn't right
Sirens screaming
No more dreaming
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:22 PM UTC