#ppoetry

[wordsfilledwithmeaning]

Why do you stay when you question the one who is suppose to love you

[charlieshandmaiiden]

The End.

Hi Allie @thigholstercas!!!!!!!! Happy birthday!!!!!! Hope you have an AMAZING day today;))

This is a destiel poem! You can say that they're snuggling, on Monday even. And of course endverse!!!! I'm a sucker for endverse!destiel😌

Transcript is under the cut!!!!!!!

The end is here.

“There’s nothing left to live for.”

You may say.

And you’ll be wrong,

So wrong.

Because this someone,

Lying next to me,

Is more important than the world

To me can ever be.

The skies may crash and burn, the earth may hide beneath the sea.

Oh my...

It doesn’t matter

As long as there’s Dean and I.

It’s early morning,

No sound can be heard,

Except for steady breathing

And a familiar beating of the heart.

How can I sleep and know,

That with the sunrise

We must part. (Though not for long, but still it’s hard)

So here I lie and treasure

The warmth and softness of the lover’s touch –

The greatest pleasure...

[soracities]

I'm thinking of dating trees next. We could just stand around all night together. We could stand each other. I'd murmur, they'd rustle [...] without speaking.

Kim Addonizio, from ‘Postmodern Romance: Internet Dating’, Wild Nights: New and Selected Poems

[poetbitesback]

we are not what we think we are, there is nothing to save here neither of us a victim or a monster both of us just good at twisting the story: remember, every antagonist is a hero with good intentions in their head.

how we both botched the ending || O.L.

[cloudthing23]

soMe more doodles from the same sessionnn

[kafk-a]

You are eaten up by self-pity, crawling with unlovable pathos. Do not ask me for charity now: go away until your bones are clean.

Fleur Adcock

[charlieshandmaiiden]

"Rising from the dead"

@purgatorybfs hi again!! I thought that maybe moodboard wasn't enough, so here's a poem about "Lazarus Rising" events (Dean's POV)

Transcript under the cut!

The strangest thing just happened to me:

I woke up in a coffin

So dark I couldn't see.

Only minutes ago

With no hope to be saved

I was in the pit.

Now I'm rising from the grave.

I am whole and I'm new,

But so is this handprint.

If only I knew

What creature's hand left it.

Most importantly – why?

I'm sure I ain't worth it

(To be brought back alive)

I must have a purpose...

I visited Bobby, I visited Sam

Their reaction, obviously, was the same:

Silver knives, splashes of water (holy of course)

When they saw I was me, to hug I was forced (not that I minded)

Back to the matter – my sudden rebirth.

Bobby said there was a woman he knows.

She is a psychic (best damn in the state)

We got back on the road – no time to hesitate.

No need to describe what was next in detail:

It was unpleasant, that's all I can say.

Oh, but we got a name – 'Castiel'

At once we decided to send him to hell (if hell's where he came from)

So, Bobby and I, we came in the barn

Covered with each and every symbol and trap that we know,

Waiting for something, something unknown.

All of a sudden, the wind started howling,

The roof – rattling and light bulbs – exploding.

Then entered a man in a trenchcoat,

It was Castiel.

Or 'an angel of the Lord' is better to say.

I didn't believe him, 'cause angels aren't real,

But no weapon worked when I tried him to kill.

He showed me his wings,

Said from grave I was raised

Because I was needed.

He asked: "You don't think you deserve to be saved"

[charlieshandmaiiden]

A Broken Mirror

I've been thinking about Dean, then the mirror metaphor came to me, and this happened.

Dedicated to a dear @quiet-doll! Though my main muse was Dean, you were my secondary muse because I've wanted to write something for you for a while! Hope you like it😌

Special thanks to @redleavesinthewind for betaing (is that a word?) this poem🌼

Transcript is under the cut

This man is a broken mirror –

Cracks all over,

Pieces missing.

He is a broken mirror –

Bringing bad luck to everyone in front of it.

Don't you dare to look!

All you'll feel is pain. All you'll see is pain.

And it won't be yours.

He is a broken mirror -

Even the gentle touch draws blood;

Sharp pieces under your skin

Leave scars in their place.

He is a broken mirror –

Wonder why it is broken?

Never cared for,

Ever the object of harsh hits

Aimed perfectly, always without a miss.

He is a broken mirror –

No need to strain yourself;

It's irreparable.

It can't be fixed.

He is a broken mirror –

Even beyond repair, there's still hope.

Take one piece

And breathe new life into it,

Create something fresh out of what's left intact.

Even broken things deserve a second chance.