Poem: “Killing”


Killing is a everyday living
I don’t like stealing but things that’s given
What I like best is sexual healing
My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving
I like when my parents is caring
When I die I want to die in my sleep
Rather than getting shot on the street
People say my heart real deep
I’m sick and tired of all these creeps


  1. dancingfreak on July 4, 2010 at 11:26 AM

    how more rhyming can u get? :p

    my link:


  2. Jayla Brown on April 20, 2020 at 3:44 PM

    This is a sad truth. For some people, joining a gang and killing people is the only way of life that they know. Sometimes it is the only source of income when you are denied a job. Sometimes you need to steal to survive. Everyone wants to be human, to live peaceful lives, but sometimes that’s impossible. I hope that you know that you are loved and people care. It might seem like everybody wants something, but you will find people who only want the real you.

  3. Char on October 18, 2020 at 4:31 PM

    Hi! I liked the abstract of your poem and rhyming. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays too. Thankfully, it’s coming up! Please keep putting your words down on paper. Use writing as an outlet in life. Please keep writing.

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