#murder

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  • aak_ash 3d

    KNIFE

    The kife went through his skin..
    The person I was going to kill.
    He was sweating. Maybe he knew he was going to die..
    He offered money...
    To save himself...
    He begged and cried.
    It went all futile, I had lost my soul, in a similar situation.
    And now I am making the world a better place..
    The knife slit his throat.
    He was by gushing blood.
    His shrill voice stopped, he was choking on his own blood.
    I still want to know what killed him first.
    Was it the blood loss or the blood choke.
    ©aak_ash

  • poetishq 3d

    "Zainab"
    Ek Maasoom Saa Chehraa
    Kachre Ke Dher Par Murdaa Milaa
    Berahami Se Nauchaa Khasotaa Hua
    Bedardi Se Galaa Ghauntaa Hua
    Kyaa Aapkaa Aaj Dil Maraa?
    Puchiye Kisi Ne ye Kyun Karaa?
    Wo Ummeeden Jinko Aasmaanon Me Udnaa Thaa
    Wo Khwaab Jinko Aankhon Me Palnaa Thaa
    Kyun Nagn Padaa Hai Lahoo Me Bheegaa Saa Zism
    Zaraa Sochiye! Aankhen Khol Kar Dekhiye
    Aapki Khaamoshi Ne Ise Maaraa Hai
    Samaaj Ki Besharmi Ne Ughaaraa Hai
    Jaanwaron Se Badtar Ise Nauch khaayaa Hai
    Kisi Shaitaan Ka Padaa Is Par Saayaa Hai
    Aankhen Khul Nahin Rahi Aapki
    Ye Murdaa Zism Lekin Aapko Dekhtaa Hai
    Aap Chup The Aap Chup Hi Rahenge
    Kisi Se Kuch Na Kahenge
    Kyunki Aapse Iskaa Koi Rishtaa Nahin Thaa
    Ye Kisi Aur Ki Beti Thi
    Aapki Beti To Aapke Ghar Me Hai
    Aapko To Koi Dar Bhi Nahin Hai
    Kyaa Sach Me?
    Kyaa Aaj Shaitaan Kaa Dil Bhar Gayaa
    Yaa Kahin Jaakar Wo Mar Gayaa
    Lekin Agar Zindaa Hai To Jarur Waapas Aayega
    Phir Kisi Zism Ko Nauch Khaayegaa
    Kal Bhi Beti Hogi Kisi Ki
    Duaa Karnaa Aapki Na Ho
    Kyunki Aap Khaamosh Hi Rahenge, Kuch Na Kahenge
    Chaahe Kuch Bhi Ho Jaaye Zubaan Na Kholnaa
    Kabhi Kuch Na Bolnaa
    Lut Jaayen Betiyaan, Unkaa Kyaa Mol Hai
    Aapki Khaamoshi Hai Jo Shaayad Anmol Hai
    Lekin Ye Saanp Ik Din Aapko Kaatega Zarur
    Apnaa Zahar Aapse Baantega Zarur
    Phir Koi Beti Kaa Murdaa Zism
    Aise Hi Sadak Par Padaa Hoga
    Phir Koi Baap Yahaan Besudh Saa khadaa Hogaa
    Duaa Karnaa Wo Aap Na Ho
    Ab Kabhi Ye Paap Na ho
    - Himanshu


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    "ज़ैनब"

    एक मासूम सा चेहरा
    कचरे के ढेर पर मुर्दा मिला
    बेरहमी से नौचा खसोटा हुआ
    बेदर्दी से गला घोंटा हुआ
    क्या आपका आज दिल मरा?
    पूछिये किसी ने ये क्यों करा?
    वो उम्मीदें जिनको आसमानों में उड़ना था
    वो ख्वाब जिनको आँखों में पलना था
    क्यों नग्न पड़ा है लहू में भीगा सा ज़िस्म
    ज़रा सोचिए! आँखें खोल कर देखिये
    आपकी खामोशी ने इसे मारा है
    समाज की बेशर्मी ने उघारा है
    जानवरों से बदतर इसे नौच खाया है
    किसी शैतान का पड़ा इस पर साया है
    आँखें खुल नहीं रही आपकी
    ये मुर्दा ज़िस्म लेकिन आपको देखता है
    आप चुप थे आप चुप ही रहेंगे
    किसी से कुछ न कहेंगें
    क्योंकि आपसे इसका कोई रिश्ता नहीं था
    किसी और की बेटी थी
    आपकी बेटी तो आपके घर में है
    आपको तो कोई डर भी नहीं है
    क्या सच में?
    क्या आज शैतान का दिल भर गया
    या कहीं जाकर वो मर गया
    लेकिन अगर ज़िंदा है तो जरूर वापस आयेगा
    फिर किसी ज़िस्म को नौचेगा खायेगा
    कल भी बेटी होगी किसी की
    दुआ करना आपकी न हो
    क्योंकि आप खामोश ही रहेंगे, कुछ न कहेंगे
    चाहे कुछ भी हो जाये ज़ुबाँ न खोलना
    कभी कुछ न बोलना
    लूट जायें बेटियाँ उनका क्या मोल है
    आपकी खामोशी है जो शायद अनमोल है
    लेकिन साँप एक दिन आपको काटेगा जरूर
    अपना ज़हर आपसे बाँटेगा ज़रूर
    फिर कोई बेटी का मुर्दा ज़िस्म
    ऐसे ही सड़क पर पड़ा होगा
    फिर कोई बाप यहाँ बेसुध सा खड़ा होगा
    दुआ करना वो आप न हो
    किसी के साथ ये पाप न हो
    - हिमांशु
    ©poetishq

  • lilmisswriter 4d

    Rape

    Okay so everyone is mourning the death of a child after she was raped... Yes it is very sad indeed... But for how long will you remember this? In a few days Something else will trend on social media and this will.be forgotten... All your stories and posts will feature the new trend... It's not a matter that should be forgotten... This should be a lesson to every single person on this planet.. It could be you or me next... It could be you anyone from your family... And no it's never ever the fault of the girl... Teach your sons and brothers how to behave in public... I don't think this should be taught to anyone.. you should be capable enough or understanding what's right and what's wrong...
    ©lilmisswriter

  • utkarsh_sharma 2w

    Murder

    And this is How
    Another creative soul is killed by
    the hands of responsibilities..

    ©utkarsh_sharma

  • beautiful_deathx 2w

    //
    and she's the murder baby
    strutting down the night
    through the lights
    chasing her high
    in the neon signs

    empty streets
    pocket of high
    listen close
    you might hear her cry
    hiding from the world
    behind the blade of her knife

    she's falling down
    in the dark of the town
    the blood smeared crown
    shush victim
    make no sound

    oh she's the murder baby
    strutting down the night
    through the lights
    chasing her high
    in the neon signs

    she's falling down
    in the dark of the town
    the blood smeared crown
    shush victim
    make no sound

    deeper
    deeper
    deeper inside
    she looks for her soul
    she's losing her mind
    feeling alone
    not worth a dime
    smile on her face saying
    I am fine

    lies lies lies

    blood on the asphalt
    bodies in the vault
    screams echo down hall
    bouncing off the walls

    didn't they tell
    not to pick up
    when a stranger calls?

    oh she's the murder baby
    strutting down the night
    through the lights
    chasing her high
    in the neon signs

    she's falling down
    in the dark of the town
    the blood smeared crown
    shush victim
    make no sound
    ©beautiful_deathx

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    oh she's the murder baby
    strutting down the night
    through the lights
    chasing her high
    in the neon signs

    she's falling down
    in the dark of the town
    the blood smeared crown
    shush victim
    make no sound

    ©beautiful_deathx

  • anyamhne 2w

    Typed so many times
    Erased so many times.
    He killed his own emotions,
    That's not in a list of crimes

    ©anyamhne

  • anyamhne 2w

    According to law,
    he committed suicide.
    But no one knows that
    she gave him trauma,
    And it was a homicide.
    ©anyamhne

  • zahban 2w

    Chronicle Of A Death Foretold

    Everyone whispered
    Twins stabbed
    Santiago murdered
    Márquez scribbled



    ©zahban

  • _yugen_ 3w

    This was a draft I saved earlier. First time I'm trying a dark work. I made it look as twisted as possible. But, reader be warned ����

    Read the capitalized words in a rage filled yelling tone for best effects. And don't blame me if it sucks (which I feel it will) or if it made you feel bad...

    *SKIP TO THE POEM IF YOU DON'T LIKE SPOILERS. READ THE PARA BELOW IF YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND THE POEM*

    This is about the adventures of a mad man, thinking that there are people inside his head teaching him how to live and giving him assignments and homework for practice. The person he kills is an imaginary part of himself, the friend he mentions earlier - the one believing in good. It is implied that his body is literally rolled up into a ball. In fact, everyone he mentions "he, you, our, we, them" are all his part of imagination - himself, but not himself. There are constant voices inside his brain and that is why he yells "shut up" and keeps shushing. The pronouns constantly change and in the end, he is both free and chained.
    Well... Here goes...

    @nivu_13 @aragorn @disha_ @the_nameless_creed @_nonyelum_ @thenomad @writersnetwork @writers_paradise @readwriteunite @the_allured_penmanship

    #firsttime #madness #dementia #dark #psycho #twisted #laugh #harm #nightmare #demented #hallucination #murder #torture #lesson #homework #assignment #madman #hysteric #crazy #pod #mood

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    MADNESS

    SHUT UP!!
    You don't know me like they do.
    They teach me pain.
    I am a slow learner.
    But only 'cause I love the classes.
    Experiments on flaying prior to insertions,
    The alluring aroma of acid burn,
    Crispiness and taste of scorched skin,
    Meditation to the silence of a cold heart,
    Steam baths of hair and nail essence,
    Yes!! My favorite classes.

    Stare all you want, it's time
    For my homework and my art.
    Hhhhmmm... I paint lines of red,
    A magic with sharp stones and bones
    And here is the weed inside of me,
    The red ravagers of my physical body.
    I will not cage you. You deserve freedom.
    Fly, my blood drops, be free.
    Yeesssss, I loved this assignment.
    Lesson learned, I still love doing this.
    Sew me up. For tomorrow, I free them again.

    I feel high without the liquid impurity.
    But don't YELL TOO LOUD inside me.
    We don't wanna wake up our friend.
    He is weak. He is mad. He is insane.
    Talks about change and... Urgh... Never mind.
    Maybe it's his pinkies that control him.
    At dawn we set him free... ssshhhhh...
    Of all the irregularities of the human anatomy.
    After all, it did work on me.
    And here I am in front of me,
    Limping, yet liberated of the nonsense.
    He needs help and I am his savior.

    Everyday is an assignment
    With homework on myself.
    The bes... You... When did you wake up?
    What are you staring at?
    Do you like my orations?
    Maybe you like the lessons
    That those hivemind folks inside me teach.
    Would you like to be my practice?
    Well, you don't get to say.
    ONLY I CHOOSE WHO TO CROWN
    And you are a mere peasant.

    Why are you leaning back?
    Are you scared? Am I intimidating?
    I can smell fear. I sense royalty in you.
    Forgive me my liege, you are worthy,
    Worthy to be my practice of the day.
    Well, Don't just stand there you schmuck.
    Run. Scream. Kick me between my thighs.
    Don't beg for mercy. THAT'S DISGUSTING.
    But don't stop crying. Mmmmm....
    The melody is too good and... oh boy!!
    Your shivers are a pleasing choreography.

    ........
    There. That was fun, wasn't it?
    What was that? You can't reply?
    'Cause you're dead?
    Ha haaa heee ooh yehh.. Aah aaah.. ACHOOO...
    Curse you, you meat balls. Where was I?
    Yes, today I learned, a human body, mine,
    Has enough volume of intestines
    To fulfill me for dinner. Sssshhh... Quiet.
    Every night I practice the lessons.
    This is the life. I'm lovin' it.

    Like a sunflower turning to the sun
    Every morning, and following it's path all day,
    Every now and then, our friend here
    Follows the way of L-O-V-E.
    An old wife's tale; A myth,
    And I am the waves of sanity, EVERLASTING.
    But now it's alright.
    His pinkies can't control him,
    Not when he is rolled into little balls of meat.
    I cannot believe I am saying this,
    But for old time's sake, May he rest in peace.

    ©_yugen_

  • sophistisha 3w

    I'm a writer

    They asked her, "How do you write about all this without having experienced them?"
    She smiled and replied, "Must a judge kill someone to convict a person of murder?"

    ©sophistisha

  • maelle_j 3w

    Safe?

    Walls and concrete
    Safe haven , we assumed
    Until fire and murder happens
    Then we realise
    Mishap and crazy
    Can never be kept out
    By tangible protections alone

    ©maelyn_j

  • storytellerapurva 3w

    Murder

    All the pain he inflicted,
    Lead to his murder
    By his own brother.

    His body was buried in the same ground,
    For which he tricked and deceived.

    He couldn't find peace in a piece of land.

    Greed won over the blood.
    ©storytellerapurva

  • inborn_scribbler 4w

    Reprisal

    Body disposed,
    Clues destroyed,
    Case close,
    Shadow followed,
    Karma onboard,
    Trickster trapped,
    Case reopened,
    Grave dug,
    Crime buried,
    Avenged murder,
    Life settled.

    ©songbriti

  • hania_riaz 4w

    Ask Me

    The world calls it a paradise,
    A paradise in which people live a
    life of peace comfort and delight.
    Delightful and merry some may potray it.
    Ask Me,
    How it feels to be caged,
    caged inside this Paradise......
    Some compare it with the bird,
    the bird confined in a golden cage.
    But Ask Me,
    We are not even that fortunate,
    that bird despite being cage
    lived a peaceful life,
    the peace this paradise yearns for.
    Ask Me,
    How it feels to be caged,
    caged by an "Elected" dictator,
    who has no pitty, no compassion
    and zero conscience of course!
    Ask Me,
    How it feels, how it feels when
    one sees blood on streets.
    When one sees a Father carrying,
    carrying on his shoulder, his dead son.
    Ask ME!!
    How it feels when one hear the wails,
    the wails of a mother, crying, wailing,
    beating her chest for her only son,
    the son who died young, who died innocent!
    Ask Me! Ask Me! Ask Me!
    Yet answer me..... WHY?
    ©hania_riaz

  • poetishq 4w

    वाह ज़िन्दगी, तू भी क्या अदा से क़त्ल करती है

    हम रोज मरते हैं और जान धीरे धीरे निकलती है

    * Waah Zindagi, Tu Bhi Kyaa Adaa Se Qatl Karti Hai

    Ham Roz Marte Hain Aur Jaan Dheere Dheere Nikalti Hai *

    - हिमांशु
    ©poetishq

  • mustafa_khan 4w

    Psychopath

    I'm a..AH! I'll just restart,
    But no rhymes are left in my heart.

    Cause into the darkness I've drifted further,
    The only thoughts in my mind are of murder.
    But I need to make all this stop,
    So my notepad I drop.

    And I throw away my pen,
    And think of all the women,
    That I've killed in my rhyme,
    Just so that I could use my time.

    But what exactly did I gain,
    But putting imaginary ladies in pain?

    I gained nothing, I guess,
    But nevertheless,
    If I get a plot, I'll keep writing,
    With my thoughts, I'll keep fighting.

    But as I bend down to grab my pen,
    That's the moment when
    I finally did realize,
    I'm outta thoughts cause I wrote lies.
    But my next thought is right,
    To get the plot, I need to commit the homicide.

    And my target I've already found,
    Cause I saw a photo when I looked around.
    She's the first, whose life I'll end,
    After all, she's my girlfriend.


    Since five minutes I've been waiting,
    Outside the door of the girl I'm dating.
    In my pocket, I have the knife,
    With which I'll end her life.

    Perhaps the only thing about her that I'll miss,
    Is feeling her lips on mine when we kiss.

    She opens the door, and switches on the light,
    Says, "What's wrong, its 3 in the night."
    I go inside, she closes the door,
    I know she won't see the sun anymore.


    I did what I thought was right,
    I just grabbed her, and hugged her tight.


    Outside, I heard as the cold wind blew,
    I'd be her end, I knew.

    So I did as I planned,
    In my pocket I put my hand.
    And I loved how she started to shout,
    As I pulled the knife out.

    She tried to run, her hands I grab,
    And I laughed as I started to stab.

    I remember that once to me she lied,
    So now I enjoyed as she cried.

    After killing her, I looked at the reddened floor,
    I cleaned my hands before I unlocked the door.

    I ran away, I didn't want to be caught,
    I just reached my home, when I got the thought,

    That day, the greatest rhyme I'd write,
    suddenly my thoughts were clear and bright.

    But more rhymes I want to write,
    So if I have to kill again, I might.

    I have an inhuman mindset,
    And my next target
    I have still not found,
    So if you're alone, look around,

    Cause If you did the math,
    You'd know that I'm a psychopath,
    And I'm always ready to kill,
    As long as my rhyme I can fulfill.

    ©mustafa_khan

  • mustafa_khan 4w

    Stalker

    I guess I am a bad guy,
    Because many bad things I've done.

    But the worst yet the best,
    Was stalking someone.

    She criticized a work of mine,
    Now I'm a nightmare to her.

    I've stalked her when she was with friends,
    She doesn't see them anymore.

    I've stalked her when she was with her family,
    She doesn't meet them anymore.

    I've stalked her in the library,
    She doesn't read books anymore.

    I've stalked her in the streets,
    She doesn't leave home anymore.

    I've stalked her when she slept,
    She doesn't sleep anymore.

    Call me crazy, but I plan to stalk her all her life,
    Till she doesn't live anymore.

    ©mustafa_khan

  • brain_less_heart 5w

    Insaan(Human)

    Aaj main bhi insaan bann gya
    Insaaniyat ka khoon kr k

    Today i too became a human
    After murdering humanity .

    ©brain_less_heart

  • tempestuous_soul 6w

    Verdict

    Tongue hanging limply;
    Eyes gorged out;
    Face contorted.
    Murder was the verdict,
    Declared by the coroner.

    The only trace left behind,
    By the ruthless murderer;
    Was a pentagram etched into,
    The roof of the mouth,
    Of the tortured corpse.
    ©sruskay

  • _unknown_ 6w

    You suggested me to take steps from time to time.










    Now you're bleeding, giving me a terrified look..
    Aren't you regretting your suggestion?
    ©_unknown_