Envydean - Hello Poetry

Home is Arms wrapped around his shoulders when he’s cold A cup of coffee waiting for him in the morning A warm hello A glance from across the room Home is Fingers entwined in his own A quiet evening A well-read book A gentle smile A blanket draped over him when he falls asleep Home is The open road when things get too much A way to distract himself A best friend to sit beside him A person to talk to A lover to sleep beside him Home is more than just four walls. Home is a best friend turned someone to love Home is a brother to turn to Home is within his heart Home is Castiel’s grumpy good morning Home is a kiss to his forehead when no one is looking Home is a perfect peace.

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC

home is with you;

Home is Arms wrapped around his shoulders when he’s cold A cup of coffee waiting for him in the morning A warm hello A glance from across the room Home is Fingers entwined in his own A quiet evening A well-read book A gentle smile A blanket draped over him when he falls asleep Home is The open road when things get too much A way to distract himself A best friend to sit beside him A person to talk to A lover to sleep beside him Home is more than just four walls. Home is a best friend turned someone to love Home is a brother to turn to Home is within his heart Home is Castiel’s grumpy good morning Home is a kiss to his forehead when no one is looking Home is a perfect peace.

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Anger curls around him Grips him tight in giant claws Takes hold before he can even process It’s still dark His knees still aching in the dirt His best friend is still dead Claws digging in, he pitches forward Hands resting on dead man’s shoulders He could have stopped this He should have stopped this He would have stopped this And taken his place in a heartbeat Too angry to cry Too angry to say anything He’s alone and the claws dig in deeper It’s all directed towards himself Not to the man on the ground Because Castiel is a man now, His burnt-out wings are testimony for that And it hurts so **** much. As if all the anger rises to the surface All in one go Like a volcano on the verge of eruption Dean shouts to the sky Ignoring the slight twinkling stars And the bright moon It’s supposed to be beautiful But it’s ugly Ugly with his own rage Give him back!

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC

hands resting on dead man’s shoulders

Anger curls around him Grips him tight in giant claws Takes hold before he can even process It’s still dark His knees still aching in the dirt His best friend is still dead Claws digging in, he pitches forward Hands resting on dead man’s shoulders He could have stopped this He should have stopped this He would have stopped this And taken his place in a heartbeat Too angry to cry Too angry to say anything He’s alone and the claws dig in deeper It’s all directed towards himself Not to the man on the ground Because Castiel is a man now, His burnt-out wings are testimony for that And it hurts so **** much. As if all the anger rises to the surface All in one go Like a volcano on the verge of eruption Dean shouts to the sky Ignoring the slight twinkling stars And the bright moon It’s supposed to be beautiful But it’s ugly Ugly with his own rage Give him back!

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In an old log cabin In the middle of the woods Eerie quiet around them Still, it’s peaceful Strong arms around him Warmth, heart and home Lips against his jaw Hands against his hips His own fingers roaming in short hair Then running over stubble Backs of knees hitting the bed Tumbling down with gracelessness Deep laughter echoes Blue eyes roaming his body Loving him as if for forever They still Quiet So, so quiet Breaths wisping past ears And then arms again Tight around his body Never letting go Lips against his neck Against his bare chest And against his lips They’ll hold on to each other For as long as time allows A sultry southern voice Breaking the quiet But still a whisper “You’re the best of them, cher,” And it quiets He kisses him Long and slow Making up for what words can’t do He loves him He’s in love with him And he hopes even God won’t contend with them.

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Jul 7, 2017

Jul 7, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC

whispers in the old log cabin

In an old log cabin In the middle of the woods Eerie quiet around them Still, it’s peaceful Strong arms around him Warmth, heart and home Lips against his jaw Hands against his hips His own fingers roaming in short hair Then running over stubble Backs of knees hitting the bed Tumbling down with gracelessness Deep laughter echoes Blue eyes roaming his body Loving him as if for forever They still Quiet So, so quiet Breaths wisping past ears And then arms again Tight around his body Never letting go Lips against his neck Against his bare chest And against his lips They’ll hold on to each other For as long as time allows A sultry southern voice Breaking the quiet But still a whisper “You’re the best of them, cher,” And it quiets He kisses him Long and slow Making up for what words can’t do He loves him He’s in love with him And he hopes even God won’t contend with them.

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Wings useless Catching Burning Gone Falling hard Fast Scorching Crash Limbs painful Hurting Crying Bleeding Calling out Help Please Someone A hand Holding Warm Comforting Green eyes Friend Family … Dean

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Jul 5, 2017

Jul 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC

Falling Hard

Wings useless Catching Burning Gone Falling hard Fast Scorching Crash Limbs painful Hurting Crying Bleeding Calling out Help Please Someone A hand Holding Warm Comforting Green eyes Friend Family … Dean

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Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour As the day turns to night And the moon shines bright Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour As they lie quietly in the back Leather beneath them, they hit the sack Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour An angel watching over them As for sleeping, he won’t succumb Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour Another hunt done Another war won Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour They’re tired and haunted Their dreams distorted Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour Dawn arises high It’s quite a drive but they’ll get by Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour An angel and two brothers Saving people, hunting others

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Jun 30, 2017

Jun 30, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC

Painted With Colour

Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour As the day turns to night And the moon shines bright Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour As they lie quietly in the back Leather beneath them, they hit the sack Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour An angel watching over them As for sleeping, he won’t succumb Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour Another hunt done Another war won Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour They’re tired and haunted Their dreams distorted Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour Dawn arises high It’s quite a drive but they’ll get by Look up to the sky, see it painted with colour An angel and two brothers Saving people, hunting others

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He started it all The **** apocalypse Castiel tells him it’s not his fault But it is There’s no one else to blame He got himself sent to hell Sold his soul for his own selfishness He started it all The **** apocalypse He turns away He won’t look at Castiel It has to be him You started it, you finish it That’s what Castiel tells him He started it all The **** apocalypse He’s not a hero A tear slips down his face And he hides it away He’s not strong enough Castiel takes his hand, warm and gentle He started it all The **** apocalypse Castiel tells him he won’t leave him Won’t let him stop the apocalypse alone Tells him that he got him out of hell That he broke the seal as well Castiel still holds his hand, warm and gentle

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC

not strong enough

He started it all The **** apocalypse Castiel tells him it’s not his fault But it is There’s no one else to blame He got himself sent to hell Sold his soul for his own selfishness He started it all The **** apocalypse He turns away He won’t look at Castiel It has to be him You started it, you finish it That’s what Castiel tells him He started it all The **** apocalypse He’s not a hero A tear slips down his face And he hides it away He’s not strong enough Castiel takes his hand, warm and gentle He started it all The **** apocalypse Castiel tells him he won’t leave him Won’t let him stop the apocalypse alone Tells him that he got him out of hell That he broke the seal as well Castiel still holds his hand, warm and gentle

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They’re taller and older now Dean’s no longer a four-year-old I don’t have to tie his shoes Or wipe his nose when he cries Sam no longer wails for food Or coos for attention They’re taller and older now They’ve got great wisdom Some I never wished for them They know things I never wanted them to And sometimes when I’m alone in my room I’ll yearn for our lost years They’re taller and older now And Dean can hold me in his arms And Sam towers over me They’re both so full of love still That never seemed to change Inside, they’re still my baby boys

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Feb 10, 2017

Feb 10, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC

Yearning For Our Lost Years

They’re taller and older now Dean’s no longer a four-year-old I don’t have to tie his shoes Or wipe his nose when he cries Sam no longer wails for food Or coos for attention They’re taller and older now They’ve got great wisdom Some I never wished for them They know things I never wanted them to And sometimes when I’m alone in my room I’ll yearn for our lost years They’re taller and older now And Dean can hold me in his arms And Sam towers over me They’re both so full of love still That never seemed to change Inside, they’re still my baby boys

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Be human or angel he's still tied to a subsun halo

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Dec 28, 2016

Dec 28, 2016 at 2:58 PM UTC

Subsun

Be human or angel he's still tied to a subsun halo

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Warmth on his face Burning on his knees A gentle hand snaked around his waist A touch so mild it’s barely there Green eyes stare into the flames Remembering He wished he didn’t have to remember No one should have to remember flames Engulfing their home and possessions And their mother. Fireworks crack over head Blue eyes gaze at the colourful sparks He remembers too The day when the sky forgot to show them the stars And showed them his brothers and sisters falling Pulled close, they have each other Tender touches, sparse words Because they both remember But they’re both still here A human raised from hell An angel fallen from heaven Bent and a little crooked maybe But still whole Still family Still together

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC

days of remembering

Warmth on his face Burning on his knees A gentle hand snaked around his waist A touch so mild it’s barely there Green eyes stare into the flames Remembering He wished he didn’t have to remember No one should have to remember flames Engulfing their home and possessions And their mother. Fireworks crack over head Blue eyes gaze at the colourful sparks He remembers too The day when the sky forgot to show them the stars And showed them his brothers and sisters falling Pulled close, they have each other Tender touches, sparse words Because they both remember But they’re both still here A human raised from hell An angel fallen from heaven Bent and a little crooked maybe But still whole Still family Still together

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Standing in your own light Creating yourself a shadow Now it’s too dark to see Wherever it is you’re going The light is fading fast And you’re all alone There’s no one there beside you To help you find your light again You can’t move out the way It’s too hard to do so You want someone to move you Send you in the right direction Out of the way of the light So you can see your path again

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May 18, 2016

May 18, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC

In Your Own Light

Standing in your own light Creating yourself a shadow Now it’s too dark to see Wherever it is you’re going The light is fading fast And you’re all alone There’s no one there beside you To help you find your light again You can’t move out the way It’s too hard to do so You want someone to move you Send you in the right direction Out of the way of the light So you can see your path again

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