#rabid
I find it funny how feral people can be,
How basic decency,
Falls to the wayside in exchange for stupidity.
Even the strongest mind,
Who knows what’s right,
Would probably throw their morals aside,
When surrounded by peers.
A pack of rabid dogs,
Prancing around the neighborhood,
Searching for trouble,
And popping bubbles.
Despite their perceived togetherness,
They’d turn on each other, given multiple chances.
They’d eat each other alive,
And no one would be any the wiser.
Morality and decency disappeared momentarily,
In exchange for temporary and fleeting belonging.
Yet, as the dogs’ numbers dwindle,
They search for excess strays,
To spiel their mantra,
And recruit another to replenish their numbers.
When that same pack of rabid dogs,
Finish their innocent recruitment disguise,
Why not find,
Somewhere to vandalize?
They rush into the public bathroom,
Throw around the toilet paper,
Clog the stalls and draw on the mirror.
Anarchy, in exchange for belonging,
Where did common sense go?
They leave the bathroom in disarray,
Causing the custodian's heart to sink low.
Throw a rock through a window,
Key a car and pop its tires,
Beat up a group of decent people,
And when they beg for help, call them all liars.
We like to claim we’re so advanced,
With our brains and intelligence,
But if we, so freely, throw away the difference,
Are we better or worse than the rest of existence?
Throwing away morals for petty gain,
At the expense of another’s pain.
When our common sense is gone,
We’re no better than rabid dogs.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC
The words you spoke to me,
What feels like a century ago actually,
Still haunt me
Mocking me constantly
The rabid hostility
The unbridled brutality
Back then that's all I could see
At the time I was only capable of being angry
It took twenty plus years for me to finally
Recognize it for what it was, a difficult piece of honesty
From a friend I called family, and I'm not one to use that term lightly
But now you're no longer here to hear my apology
So I say my sorry
And hope it catches up with you eventually
©2024
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 4:44 PM UTC
All that I believe is a cease
To be. I’m wrong and roam away
Freeing, in shambles, preambles of stay
Stagnant condition a rabid position
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
I am rabid,
I'm enraged,
I no longer
have a cage,
I am rabid,
I am starved
I am old
and full of scars,
I am rabid,
I'm awake,
I am here,
so is my ache,
I am rabid,
I am mad
I will bite
and I am sad,
I am rabid
I will spread,
I will make sure
that you're dead.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Any time I think of her
my jaw locks
and my teeth press
into a viscous snarl
as if I've become some beast
And I would bite
with words I've held tight
sinking teeth into flesh
and getting it where it hurts
Maybe I am a rabid animal
who's too dangerous to trust
but what does that mean when
you're the one who made me this way
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
My incoherent rantings upon this white,
tainted by my virulent thoughts expelling out.
I leap at echoes of what may have been cognitively
expelled but never given true form.
*"I just lingered my mind in the air like a net catching
stray speculations that were never musing,*
I never understood why infuriated wording
was not given form, why I lingered outside my
window like a peeping tom. Waiting for those
Drifting inconsolable lost thoughts never given form.
Some were so sullen a tear would edge closer to
my yearning of falling but then I'd catch and devour
it. Swallowing that sorrow to feel that pain needed
to ink better vocabulary then I had penned before.
"I hear things in the night, feverish dreams of inscribing,
I understand my conclusion of what I am spilling in
irrational contemplations, that wield meaning of
what should lucidly be realized within my words.
But my ink is waved upon as to complex in thought.
"I am a man with no water yet I am drowning,
Can I be enthusiastic in my wonderings of captured words,
expelled but never used. I hoard them within me, so others
may not take what I thought what I took from the breeze.
I think I'm cognitive, but others think I'm rabid in inducing.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
You found out I called you crazy,
but to be fair you were the same man who
stabbed himself on purpose and
picked at wounds just to see how well the scars held up
under your knife.
The same man who woke up with bruises for hands and
bourbon for breath.
You always slept with your eyes open,
glazed over like a snake ready to strike.
You said this was from spending 19 years locked in a cage
like a feral animal.
I see that didn't teach you anything.
Some beings can never be rehabilitated;
they should have never released you back into the wild.
You picked roses because they reminded you of your dead mother
and once you made me talk to her ashes
and afterwards you threw me on your pool table
and made a mess of me.
You said it was for your memory,
I used it for my art.
You would cut me up for fun and stalk me for pleasure.
You say bourbon and *** makes you feel real again.
You would always tell me I was too pretty for you and
we would laugh along to gory movies until our eyes half closed in drunken lust and all I wanted to do was drink from you.
You would lock your door and turn on the fairy lights
and touch me real slow and hard until I became cold from the
beating of your heart next to mine.
You always said you were going to leave,
I never thought you'd just disappear
and still be 5 minutes away from me.
You are a ghost that I wish would haunt me a little more often
because I am reduced to ashes now just like your cremated mother.
You turned me rabid and mean.
You never told me how to make this stop.
I just keep bleeding from the wounds you left.
You turned me into the same animal you are.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC