"lycanthropy" poems
Strip myself from amphetamines
Detox just to retox with anxiety
Manifested creativity
My madness got a hold of the pen again
palpitating shock waves of my manic imagination
I guess it's better to be aware of it
while the rest are possessed by self-destruction
or obsessed with reality distraction devices
Falling victim to their own vices
Held down by euphoric bliss
can't get enough self-ignorance
Shot up vain
to the ego's heartbeat
Submissive strains
on the evolution of reality
28 days late
The full moon's on the horizon of our own sanity
holding us down with gravity
While our howls take flight
in lycanthropy
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
cons:
do you know how often i have to shave?
**** man i just want clean armpits
and then i turn into a giant dog every month and that hair grows back really ******* fast
i need to invest in one of those lint rollers for shedded animal fur because it is becoming a problem
also i'm pretty sure i chewed another pair of shoes up the other night i need to find a safer spot to put my shoes
shoes are ******* expensive to be constantly replacing i can't ******* do this
not to mention the need for meat okay meat is expensive unless you buy tons of cheap stuff and there is no way i'm eating something that tastes like a greasy foot
(looking at you, cheap sausage patties)
pros:
i've got self-defense pretty much covered now
i'm prepared to **** people up if i need to
and i'm pretty warm like all the time now so i don't have to spend as much on heating
(though at the same time there's the air conditioning in the summer,,,)
also i get to tell all my friends I'm a gay werewolf so i'm basically the coolest
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
Woke up from the American Dream
Hungover
Hellbent on reality
After I saw the worst minds of my generation
Destroy with their madness
Rather than exploit their demons
They shot them in the heart with anti-depressants
and let them wake up
dead to ambition
They prescribed me like you
Withdrawal made me like me
GOD MODE ON
Just reach for the sun we're touched by
Fire in the mind.
Controlled flame
I am American Madness
Mommy's little monster gone manic
Mood swinging from the right intentions
I am American Madness
Jumping this shark with the high horse I rode in on
Saving my country from soapbox to soapbox
I am American Madness
The revolution in our minds manifested
standing up for something un-televised
The psychos in sheep clothing
Lycanthropy at the right time
Letting out our own Howl
Standing present
Our hands are red white and blue in guilt.
With the ghosts that we're dragging from past lives
Tearing the throat out of
the things we can run
but can't hide
Fighting off our demons
Transmuting the nightmares
Caught in the American dream catcher.
We could be the champions of the oppressed
Crossing the first threshold
We all come back around together
© kenHeike, 2k13
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
scars are a blighted currency.
we speak in overstatements,
blood capsules and parlor tricks
translated villainy romanticizes eras of naturalism
our fate
in the balance of underwhelming prose
and i think i would know
cradled curses
baby i was born this way
you've got to catch up
puking emperors exemplify judgment lapses
and solidify an irreconcilable clash
the study of clinical lycanthropy
is just a step above and beyond the underwhelming
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
If given some lycanthropy
perhaps I might choose
to chase horses
and Victorians beneath the moon.
Perhaps it would not seem so strange,
the monthly change
and tide of blood.
Perhaps as a were I might
learn something of grace.
The night is big
and so are shadows.
In the brief time
between teeth and skin
might I find some other
kin or love than life?
When I was eight I found an arrowhead
in a creek bed, chipped
from black obsidian,
perfect and out of place
amongst the granite sand.
I held it in my hand
and knew what death was.
Death is like obsidian,
cold and sharp and
liable to shatter.
She was like obsidian,
smooth and grey
and eyes like chipped edges.
I have since lost the arrowhead.
But if I hadn’t,
I would throw it back.
The rain is leaking onto my windowsill
leaving a stain. Until
my hair grows out, it will rain
and rain and rain and rain.
Then the mice can sail
in tiny ships, round and round,
and discover new continents.
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 6:51 PM UTC
We are all made out of star dust. I am made out of the moon. I was once part of the majestic orb that lights up the night. The majestic orb that lures lovers, and guides the tides.
The moon looks down on me nightly, to check on my well being, even on nights that I cannot see her.
Luna Lovegood is my Harry Potter twin.
The blood moon bleeds for me.
The harvest moons gathers for and from me.
The blue moon is blue because we have been separated.
The lunar eclipse is my moon doing tricks to make me smile.
The Hunter's Moon hunts for and finds me.
Lycanthropy is my secret code name.
The moon is my secret astrological friend that I get to see every night, sometimes in the sky, sometimes in my dreams. Sometimes both.
This may seem impossible to you, but I believe it!
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Liquify,
Modernize,
Affix,
Me.
Dicast parts,
Formalize,
Metastasize.
I am Growing this agar's too small.
Feral,
Lycanthropy,
Hearts.
Through the stigma,
my bones bleed,
my wreaths hanging,
Sagging.
Of unwelcome,
all my being.
of unwelcome,
all my being.
The Truth of getting older,
the senescence of emotion
The people we love and once were,
Are gone forever.
I am not for this heartless place.
I am but Peter Pan,
understanding.
A bitter struggle,
While trampled underfoot.
Of a world,
Not built for us.
Built for no one.
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 11:22 PM UTC
a crazy man attacked me in the morning before i killed a little boy in Cannes.
i prayed for a miracle
when i woke
next to his tattered body
but only got sick
from his flesh.
im much more concerned about
my own flesh now and
need to end it.
this is a terrible waste of time and
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
you witnessed my true form last night
let's try to keep that on the down low
what's a little lycanthropy between friends right?
no one really needs to know
so now it makes perfect sense
all the howlin' at the moon
it was all to protect your sanctity
while wrapped in a silk cacoon
you may have noticed all the blood
and the severed pile of hands, to boast
those are from the most viable suitors
that tried to get too close
i was but a frequent customer
serving a greater need
your most loyal for a short time
a new host now must feed
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC