#fangs
at the bar—
he does crowd work,
sleeves rolled,
thumbs rim the glass.
voice ricochets; the chatter thins.
laughter cracks. brittle.
gray static hums.
my edges blur.
after—he leans in:
"okay?"
tie slack, silk slipping—
noose at his throat.
he laughs at grief;
shoulders ****
glass catches the light—
his father's funeral, a bit.
i write—he asks,
"funnystuff?"
he jokes at funerals.
claws curl in my lap.
the joke bites—
I won't bare my fangs.
he's a shard in a borrowed suit,
confidence stolen from rue.
tie still loose—
he doesn't know?
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
Let the world read the words you have written.
Let them sink in like fangs that have bitten.
Into the flesh and into the soul.
Filling the deepest and darkest of holes.
Voids in our minds and caves in our hearts.
Filled to the brim with beautiful art.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:41 PM UTC
All I seem to remember
Are the hollow eyes
Peeking from behind damp walls
Walls dripping with misery and the cold winters day
In a land where no flowers break through the heavy clay
Even though they try their best
The beast always catches them at the stem
Tears the blossoms out in calm rage
The feeling sold by its empty eyes
Like a useless spy
Wandering the streets sick with smoke
And liquor
Under starfull skies
Praying to God for a comet
To yell my wish at:
“Oh,to be more than just a clump of cells and flesh and bones
Patching together my soul
Creating something mine
The only thing I can call so“
Because I know each breach carved with the steady occupation
I could lead your hands into the gaps dug by
My litospheric plates moving
shifting
colliding
Far too soon
Now I have forests and mountain ranges
Peeking out of my veins
Spreading the dark ecosystem of my mind
I can feel the frost and the gloom biting trough my skin
The fog covering my every inch
Fangs dangerously close to bones
The only part clean of the parasites
Unlike my tunnel-disrupted skin
The penetrated veins sticking out of it
Slowly decaying away
While my heart fills my leaking body with new blood
Sisyphean effort
The life that goes to waste
But stains the flesh a vibrant red
My half-alive corpse
The only thing radiant on this grey lifeless street
The monster slowly kneels down to my side
Pierces its talon through my bone
Sells me to death
Leaves my core to rot
Defeating its defences like an unknown weapon
Injecting terror into the cold white stuff tangled around my heart
stuck around my veins
It sets me onto fire
Letting its own creation burn
For the sake of its pleasures
As the luscious woods burn to just skeletons and dust
The hollow eyes filling with the shadows of the light
As it snarls
A twisted caricature of a smile
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC
You’ve got a city pass in City of Uncertain Love,
walked through the door,
didn’t so much as flinch,
even after all the plasma drawn from this love,
you walked away hissing,
bared sharp fangs, jaundiced from all the scathing words that flowed,
pale as a vampire,
it was you after all and not me you said.
Enamored with the sights and sound, the 360 degree dining experience with a view of the future, complemented with vocabularies to match your mood, aged like wine in the vineyard of pick-up lines,
while I’m left here in a curiosity shop of brokenness:
kisses spat back into the bottomless void of yesterday;
thoughts of once newly-minted strangers we were scrawling notes and now smeared by tear stains;
a heart with no discernible shape, slapped for dragging beats on the snare;
A corpse of a phone you have murdered taking it off life support when you eloped with my charger;
mismatched pillows you left, still possessed with the ghosts of restlessness nights haunting the halls of my mind with echoing arguments of what to eat for dinner;
a spare key—a wedding ring for a keychain.
I fell apart.
Ring!Ring!Ring!
“So, everything didn’t work out for you?”
—inaudible—
“Do you know what time is?”
—inaudible—
—you missed me?”
—inaudible—
“Uh-huh….
Sorry to hear, but there are no refunds for your freedom ticket. Bye!”
Click!
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
foul weather friends creep in with the clouds
misery keeps company on the inside looking out
“i’d pull all the teeth from your open mouth
before i’d ever let you frown”
it's all gore from here on out
heavensent friends descend from the clouds
hiding fangs behind kind hands
you can hardly hide your smiles
“i’d rather see the frown torn from your mouth,
than ever think i’d let you down”
friends from above, keeping me from looking up
i can’t ever be like them if i don’t learn to stomach blood
“you could be happy, smiling with all your teeth -
but then why would you need me?”
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
there was something i wanted write
some thing i wanted to make right
but in the end, i lost sight
and moved on
there were many things i wished to do
many a thing that would've borne fruit
but nearer the finish, my light grew dimmish
so i moved on
you told me there was never
an answer to the question "forever"
but death knows different
because we move on
and there is no trying now
no sense in staving off the dying, anyhow
a distance merchant comes to pick up his purchase
of a bid you can't out
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 10:45 AM UTC
My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.
I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.
The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under my couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 12:50 PM UTC
What's wrong with me?
Even the hounds won't bite.
The ones you fed me to.
And your fangs break my sticks
Dash me against the stone
To be a ****** carpet for your eyes.
A forest for your lies
Just another skull for your mantle.
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC
His spectral stride was not the worst of him.
His stoic face was a flawless slab of stone.
His rending claws slipped idly within his pockets.
As if extensions of his sheathed talons, on either side of the ghoul was a hound of hell.
The beasts could not look more different, save for their crimson eyes which sang of the gallows.
The worst had indeed arrived.
Each patient step glided after the other.
With no word, with no tempo, with no sign.
The dance of grimaced howls and fangs began.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Gaboon Viper,
has the longest fangs of all,
5 centemeters!
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
Chattering yet still
Frozen and wrapped by venom
Decayed by sharp fangs
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:17 PM UTC
I look at this blank page
And I just write
I don't think about
What comes to mind
Sometimes
I'm able to find
A silver line
Among the black clouds
That try their best
To block out
The Light
Hope
It gets you through
The night
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
The affection that you showed
Was a bait to trap me
Behind your angelic face
Were fangs I couldn’t see
You broke my heart ant ripped my soul
Until there was nothing left in me
Tied up in bondages
I tried but couldn’t flee
The temptation to be loved made me fall for a devil
The devil that were you
And by the time I emerged from your hell
I was all black and blue
You stood there smiling
Watching me while I bled
Now I’ll make you pay
For every single tear I shed
Go run away from me
But I gonna chase you down
You’ll lie there repenting for your sins
While I’ll straighten my crown
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
Look into my eyes...
I promise you this adorableness is a disguise
Look at me...
I'm small, thin, fragile, and weary
You could call it fur, what surrounds my face...
A brown thin curtain covers me, a soft lace
My eyes will fool you
A cat with two different colored jewels, this trait goes to few
Yes... I have many traits
That makes you think of me as a kitten... but just wait
But you must be warned
I may look like an easy catch to hold and cuddle, but many skins have been torn.
You may only see cute soft gentle paws
But remember... This Kitten Has Claws...
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
The sharp fangs on my side
Trying hard trying to hide
I feel my jaws gone bit wide
The voices in the dark lied
So, does that mean I died?
But how come I don't feel any pain
My hands no longer in chains
Blood? Whose blood is on the floor?
Scattered all over, who opened the door?
My neck!! It's bitten, Oh No!!
What do I do, where do I go?
Aaaah!! the sun burns my skin
My head is rushing with a spin
My eyes!! What's wrong with my eyes?
And who were those guys?
Now my stomach hurts bad
My rage is increasing, I'm getting mad
My thirst kicking in my fangs
I need blood, I need to find those gangs
But the sun is a killer, I have to wait
Till nightfall and then setup a bait
To quench my hunger and thirst
My heart is dark, all I think is blood
Laying in a distance dead bodies flood
A new era, a new being, immortal
That's what this heart thinks
Just red everywhere, everyone drinks
Human race declining drastically
We are the new race practically
I feel a light in me still glows
I am not a complete vamp, that shows
What has this place become?
From where have they come?
Will the human race survive?
Will there be anyone alive?
I hide myself from everyone you see
I am a monster and you are my key...
©sim
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
A whisper of green,
A show of scale
Flickering tongue,
And whiplash tail
A facade fixed upon your face
Oh how you blend in with us, human race
The one thing that really gives you away
Is the toxins running through my veins
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
Beneath the water lived a nymph, beautiful as
A flower, if you like woman with petals
Growing from out of their face
And lips adorned with myriad metals
Moving silently with infinite grace.
Fishermen who caught her, in alarm
Tossed her back with dismayed cries
Fearful that she would do them harm
When she exposed her fangs, darting from her eyes,
Forked tongues from each palm.
But apart from all that, she was a delightful creature
As proud as a catwalk model
Sexuality impressed into each feature
Death in each cuddle,
Poison injected from each freshly opening suture.
At the sea’s dark bottom lived the nymph
Devouring fish raw, terrifying sharks and barracuda,
Dining on shellfish and prawns for lunch;
Darting amongst Angel Fish and eels, a hungry aficionada,
Tearing into shreds what she could not crunch.
Gentle with her own kind until coition
Was complete, when if hungry she devoured
Her temporary mate without undue consideration,
No please or thank you. Feeling duly empowered
By her actions, as confirmed by her explosive, acrid indigestion.
No longer young, her children dead,
She glides through the water from China to France
A preposterous seaweed hat upon her head
And in several places, impaling her scaly flesh a serrated coral branch.
Her sartorial taste filling even the sharks with fin-quaking dread.
The last of the kind. The others are (literally) toast.
Protected by animal charities here and abroad
She gladly subsists on ambitious swimmers who venture far from the coast
All she can now catch or afford.
A capricious tyrant until the last, when, victim of a fisherman’s boast
She was hoist up like iniquitous cod
Out of the sea, paraded on the deck while she struggled for breath.
Shot at. Abused. Poked and speared with a steel tipped rod,
Dragged into the harbour, pummelled close to death.
Screaming out, as she in unexpected agony died: “I thought, I truly thought, I was god!”
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
No one understands her
she is young
She is cloud and free
greets all with a smile
saying ,"Kisses my friend"
She lays naked in thought
with hands so cold
that cut like knives
Fangs in vein
as she ***** the breath
out of your world
with oleander kisses
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
Let me sink my fangs into you
To stop me from turning blue
Let me get to what's within
What lies beneath your skin
Like a vampire
Your sweetness I need to acquire
Let me drink before I expire
Don't let me pass from this world and retire
With out the sweet taste of you upon my lips
In your hands cradle my hips
As slowly into me you slip
Exploding like a rocket ship
Welcome me like the dying light
I will not leave you felling contrite
I'll make everything just right
I can excite
I can delight
Meet me my dear at midnight
Under the bright moonlight
Take me to the stars
Let us zoom past mars
Grace my veins with your intoxication
You are my only fixation
Like a drug, a need
To your power I concede
I hear your call
I'm your victim after all
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
I am a cobra,
spiraling upwards.
Curling and slinking.
I am a cobra;
dangerous.
fangs dripping,
head dipping
lower
and lower
and lower.
Until I break up
and tilt my
forward.
Forked tongue
slips out.
I hiss away
all my doubt.
Folding my lanky, tall body
to fit my lengthy personality.
I am a cobra,
and I do a sultry dance.
I will not shake or dodge or prance.
I linger after every thought,
slip my way into the cold spongy grey tiled dance floor
until you cannot see me anymore.
I am a cobra,
you’d better watch out.
Sparkling white scales,
they shimmer softly in the moonlight.
A young
destroyer of worlds,
I take over the floor
and curl inwards,
then up,
then lift my floppy head
bristled all about.
I smile and sway,
then lick up the blood.
I am a cobra,
(so you’d better watch out).
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
You tear apart your enemies
With Fangs of Steel
This unique weapon of yours
Defending your friends, is why you wield
Your weapon of fangs, your only shield
You rip out the hearts
Of those
Who appose
The ones close to your own heart
You hold those
Close to you
With the only thing you can do:
Protection, affection
In those Fangs of Steel
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
*now that i have
discovered my fangs,
i hope my bite
is poisonous*
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC