Fang Over Fang

The toxicity of hatred is one that only grows worse with time, unless you cut it all the way down to its roots. But sometimes you need to be willing to share the soil in order to grow.

Brandishing fangs when I smile

Spit the fire like bile

When I draw my weapons, I look sketchy to you fletchlings

I pack lead and smear it all over the face of every book

Armed to the teeth

As another one bites the dust

This world will chew you up and spit you out

Whether on top of the food chain or behind every barcode

Wear a straightjacket to a shotgun wedding

A blank paper clip triggered by the showcasing the sentence for a final verdict

A headcount for killing time clockwise

Did my time for a second chance, serving my sentences like these words are my last meal

I want out

But here I stay

Hatred fired like a bullet into my heart, infecting my mind with hatred

That reciprocates dissipating in the vapour that I breathe in

I live and breathe hatred, people choke on secondhand loathing

And with every flip of my tongue, I run over the flowers on my windowsill with words

Until I become food for more flowers

So the flowers can decay, and bear fruit to feed my abominations jaw’s

Fang over fang over fang

Writing over our wrongs

Until we rip the paper from the page so we can be all write again, empty words

As I beat them and beat them and beat them

Thinking if I hit them hard enough, maybe they won’t come back to hurt me anymore

Like asking if I sell my blood to get a cut of the prophets, as if it is not feeding my messiah complex

My need to be better than them

So that I can pay in blood for more blood so that I won’t bleed anymore

Time and time again the hands of the glock punch in the alarm bells for round two

Time flies like a bullet shot from a distance, yet familar

And I am still getting bloodshot when I bite the bullet without teeth

Like I have to be sharp as a knife, to carve out a life for myself

From the flesh that meets with me after school with beef to prove who is more of a carnivore

Like I have to rip skin like concrete slabs as cold as ice, to hold myself together like a bridge

Like I have to be hard enough to be the foundation for endless cycles of eternal hatred

For enemies I have almost died for to walk over me

And when I cut down deep, I am just a bleeding heart that wants to stop beating sane people senseless like me

And sometimes, when the scars are so deep that you only see a scratch on the surface

Of an abyss of times I bled with or without wounds

So I can just say I don’t feel a thing anymore

Because I cannot heal from that nothingness

But the silence between the pandemonium is still so tranquil

Empty as a portrait of times I drew between the bloodlines in the sand

Like while I paint the world red as a rose, and a picture paints a thousand words

Maybe when I am such a darker shade of static white noise, trying to lighten up your world with scarlet shadows

Maybe when I bite down and bear my fangs

I am not swallowing my hesitant thoughts like they're a mouthful that’s a tough pill to swallow

Maybe I am not biting at the bark of your family tree

As my tailwind leaves you uprooted in the downfall of all our grasping branches intertwined in fury

Maybe I am not eating away the rusted chains that I hang from that bind my claws

And sow shut my lips

Holding me close to death

Rather than angry, bloodthirsty, and camouflaged in translucent scars

Fangs longer than silence

Sometimes, maybe, I am just smiling

 

Author's Note

I honestly wasn't sure if I should share this one. But it can be summed up in a sentence. I hate fighting, and wish we were all pacifists.

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[Samael]

Ah, a dog eat dog world. Sigh. There's so much more, I agree about the fighting. There is so much more emotionally than fighting. I like calm versus hotheaded- a state of mind of peace.

[.]

Sarah won't you desist from your acts! Like seriously you're trolling us everywhere!

[Robert Trakofler]

One of my favorite things to do when I come across a really hateful person is just blankly agree with them but I dont just stop at that, I will take there hateful statements and animate them to new heights of ridiculousness remaking there hate into a bugs bunny cartoon of absurdity... I do this cause it's fun yes but also in the hopes that maybe when they walk away they might look at their positions a bit different and see perhaps maybe they might be seeing things in a bad slant. I don't like fighting in any form its a waste of energy unless of course it's an intellectual sort and then maybe I can learn something or vice versa but when you get those folks that stand at a given position and defend it with their dying breath its not an intellectual pursuit that's when I have the most fun... I am the bad Bunny after all:)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I respect that way of thinking. It's almost like a double entendre. You get to joke about it, but also get your point across. It's genius. Thanks for sharing some wisdom with me! I'll try my best to fix things for myself, too. I hope I can avoid such situations in the future.

[Robert Trakofler]

your internal dialogues are resplendent in meaningful understandings

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you my friend. :) When I feel better I'll review some of your poems. I've been reading them and wanting to do that for a while. Just need to let my body heal.

[Re-Pete]

this is so deep that i need a miner's helmet and light. one of my favorites of yours that i've read so far. those fangs cut both ways - is up to us. reminds me that a frown is a smile turned upside down. we fight the good fight but is not easy as you so eloquently and boldly remind us. when we hate it destroys and consumes ourselves, not just others. bravo! ... :)

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I always appreciate sharing poetry with you. When I feel well again, I'll check out your newer poems too!

[.]

Wars don't end up with pacifism only they could be fought through pacifism, blood-sheds are obvious. Peace suffers not wars.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Maybe war cannot be avoided. Maybe we have to fight for peace. But I'm not willing to become a warmonger simply to prove that path is wrong.

[.]

People are never wrong intentionally and something that's not ambitious can't be a wrong because it's unconscious. But people are unconscious when they are drunk and wars are those crimes.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

That makes sense. I never thought of it that way.

[.]

Well you can can think now :)