Killing
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Have you ever did a crime?
Of wasting your time
Shut your mouth when you read this poem
Because if little one hears it will be poem crime
Have you ever did a crime?
Did you killed a person?
He had trouble hopping in the currents. His usual flexible fins seemed stubby in the water. He splashed and swished, flexing and relaxing his long muscles. He got no where no matter the angle.
The forest,
its filled with trees,
and bees,
they land on the flowers and the trees.
The forests,
its filled with animals,
and rivers,
they run through the trees.
The forest,
You love them like me, so:
You pray,
You hope,
You donate,
You help,
You share,
But...
You hunt,
You kill,
You endanger,
You skin,
You cage.
Bright! Bright!
"Go kill yourself"
Okay
What would you say if I did it
Can't take back what you've written
You're like a snake
And I got bitten
You think I won't make my bed
And lie in it?
No breath
Silently weep
A shattered heart yet with no sound
I'm torn
Look down
You don't belong
The world is too cruel for angel
It's time
Goodbye
After you destroyed me
I wanted to cut off your hands
Rip your fingers to shreds
Tear your lips off of your face
Gouge your blue eyes from their sockets
Slice your legs to bits
Even though people think that they have the right to kill animals,
Even if they think that animals provide us with what we need,
What have I done? The person I loved…cold, limp, and lifeless…is before me. The person I loved is calling out for help… no one can hear… I took no action. I watched the person I loved… die before my eyes. I look at my arms… splattered with bl
the faggot in the reflection of my space helmet visor is my only friend.
with shaggy shorn hair and big eyes and a hollow cheek bone that holds in my silent tongue.
i have etched lessons in my skin, leaving silver lines
A girl oceans away
Crying away oceans
Absolutely perplexed at the notion
That hundreds and thousands of lives can be lost
All of them taken as if they have no cost
The slash of a neck
You say you didn't drink that much.No one tries to stop you. You take the keys and drive off. You didn't realize the light was red, you kept going. You wake up in the hospital,
As the people made their way through the hot 1976 summer sun a little boy walked up to the last lady getting off the bus her name was Ms. Margret Jackson and he asked her "Ma'am do you have 5 cent you can spare"? She replied.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert
Sleep was a luxury she can't afford.
Always moving and never staying long
Trying to look to the future,
but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
Snatch up the children. Taking away lives from them.
Do you know how much pain you cause for the families and to them?
They don't belong to you.
The world is such a cruel place.
Filled with such sin.
An old man in an old field, weary, beaten, broken
Soft breaths so shallow, so deep, whispering words seldom spoken
Eyes closed, fluttering, still
Blind to the field and the night's cold chill.
We all witnessed the sweat rolliing down Miss Liberty's head/ when she found out the sleeping giant is no longer sleeping dead/ The Giant/slept with nightmares for over 200 years/ but the giant cannot be awaken by only one peer/ when we marched a
Let’s give them guns,
Let’s show them how to shot someone,
Let’s to teach them to feel nothing about seeing the blood of their family,
Let’s watch their souls turn into masters of death,
We have created monsters,
The cries of the people, the slash of the machete
How could we ignore?
The millions of bodies that lined the roads, the celebrations of the killers
How can we forget?
The Windy City
Where guns haunt innocent souls
This city is cold
The world claims to care
With more killings than the war
It is hard to sleep
