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I need to stay alive; So sad that I could die.
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Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC
missing u only ever since we fell in love
you've had a long list of lovers but none of them matter to you except me. <3 i've had a long list of lovers but none of them matter to me except you.
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
sesame syrup
Anna Red hair fell like fire on her thin shoulders. Her wide, open eyes, now seemed sunken in, and sadness, for a moment, lingered there. This was her last night on earth. She again, ran through the events that took place earlier that night. When she was with him, in the back of the Impala. Images of the car's windows glossed with a sheen of steam, blazed across her mind. A smile blazed across her face. She thought of his smile and her own widened. She thought of the way he touched her, so gently, like a feather moving over her. The way he left kisses in a trail across her skin. The way he held her, as if nothing on the earth could ever take her away. Not in that moment. But there are more than the kind and protecting angels in this world. There are demons. But even so, worse are the angels that have turned their backs on heaven and now work for the forces of evil. The angels that would tear their comrades from this world. The angels among the demons. Crowley Black. Black as dark as night. Black as dark as the inner reaches of the earth. Black as dark as death itself. Black like blood. Red. Red as deep as warm, copper veins. Red as deep as magma beneath the earth. Red as deep as rage at the sign of betrayal. Red like smoke. Twisted. Splashes of agony and hatred and remorse stained his tattered soul. A true evil radiated from his vessel. A crafty and malicious essence raced through his veins. But he was no Lucifer. Somewhere, deep down, there was still a man who longed to be loved. A man who longed to be forgiven of his cruel mistakes in his past life. Deep down, there was still a man who longed to come back to the light. In a world so dark as his, the only light was the fire, which should have brought comfort, but only brought pain. Deep down, he liked the dark. Mary Hair like threads of spun gold tangled around her face. She was fair with bright blue eyes that held hues as heavenly as the sun-beaten sky. Soft, angular cheekbones sloped gently down, a tinge of pink, coloring them slightly. Locks of her wavy hair met her shoulders but beneath her fair appearance, she was a rough girl. A hunter. She had seen things most terrible in the world, thinks that no one should ever see. And still, he remained a loving mother and a kind person in spite of her demons. Sam Echoes of a former friend rang throughout his conscious mind. Mischievous and sinister laughter danced around in his head like demons howling and gibbering in the night. He could feel his brother's presence and the angel too, but felt only more unnerved because he knew he was the only one who could hear the voices. Another shrill scream pierced his ears and he ducked, holding his head between two shaking palms. Bright flashes of color exploded at the corners of his vision and danced around his eyes like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. He went spiraling again in his mind and every color blinked out, like a light. Everything went dark as the psychotic laughter echoed throughout his skull. Castiel Over the hill moved a creature, round and Glowing with a cold, white light. Like a spectacular Moonrise. It had hundreds and hundreds of Eyes in every imaginable color, faceted Like jewels that covered wheels within wheels of It’s spherical body. It was an infinite series of intersecting Rings that spun constantly in All directions. Like a gyroscope. The rings looked like steel but The substance was Pearlescent and, like an oil slick, Contained all of the rainbow within it. Steel-like whips caressed the ground And skies as it moved. And at its center stood two Wings, upright. Feathers made from the metallic Material rippled in the air. Around the wings pooled a Sticky, warm light. A sheen of phosphorescent light coated the Feathers and pooled around the wings. Dean Through the windshield, the soft glow of a solitary streetlight glistened over his cheekbones and poured down his jaw that had grown taught from rapt contemplation. His coarse, sandy-brown hair, was messed from his last tango with a monster. Brilliant flecks of gold danced around in his hazel eyes, entwining with years of past remorse and echoes of both sad and happy memories of being on the road. He kept a firm hold of the wheel, gently guiding the old muscle car down the road. Tears prickled behind his gorgeous, tired eyes, but didn't dare escape. The plastic army soldier stared him down, but he could pay him little mind. His brother, riding shotgun, slept sitting upright, his long, chocolate locks covering his eyes as he dreamt with his forehead against the cool window. Lucifer A luminescent beauty radiated from him. Behind his tattered vessel's eyes, a blazing light shined like a beacon in the night. The fury of a thousand suns, and the beauty of a million moons. The bright and morning star. The most magnificent in all of the angels, yet far more dark than any demon. Sinfully exquisite. Those who say he has horns have never looked upon his countenance, for the gems faceted there rival the colors of the morning skies. And a voice like silk, soft as the timid pulse, a voice that could lead you to your own destruction. Hands both so gelid and searing, you'd quiver at the touch. Hands that have brought so many to their death.
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
7 Supernatural Poems
Anna Red hair fell like fire on her thin shoulders. Her wide, open eyes, now seemed sunken in, and sadness, for a moment, lingered there. This was her last night on earth. She again, ran through the events that took place earlier that night. When she was with him, in the back of the Impala. Images of the car's windows glossed with a sheen of steam, blazed across her mind. A smile blazed across her face. She thought of his smile and her own widened. She thought of the way he touched her, so gently, like a feather moving over her. The way he left kisses in a trail across her skin. The way he held her, as if nothing on the earth could ever take her away. Not in that moment. But there are more than the kind and protecting angels in this world. There are demons. But even so, worse are the angels that have turned their backs on heaven and now work for the forces of evil. The angels that would tear their comrades from this world. The angels among the demons. Crowley Black. Black as dark as night. Black as dark as the inner reaches of the earth. Black as dark as death itself. Black like blood. Red. Red as deep as warm, copper veins. Red as deep as magma beneath the earth. Red as deep as rage at the sign of betrayal. Red like smoke. Twisted. Splashes of agony and hatred and remorse stained his tattered soul. A true evil radiated from his vessel. A crafty and malicious essence raced through his veins. But he was no Lucifer. Somewhere, deep down, there was still a man who longed to be loved. A man who longed to be forgiven of his cruel mistakes in his past life. Deep down, there was still a man who longed to come back to the light. In a world so dark as his, the only light was the fire, which should have brought comfort, but only brought pain. Deep down, he liked the dark. Mary Hair like threads of spun gold tangled around her face. She was fair with bright blue eyes that held hues as heavenly as the sun-beaten sky. Soft, angular cheekbones sloped gently down, a tinge of pink, coloring them slightly. Locks of her wavy hair met her shoulders but beneath her fair appearance, she was a rough girl. A hunter. She had seen things most terrible in the world, thinks that no one should ever see. And still, he remained a loving mother and a kind person in spite of her demons. Sam Echoes of a former friend rang throughout his conscious mind. Mischievous and sinister laughter danced around in his head like demons howling and gibbering in the night. He could feel his brother's presence and the angel too, but felt only more unnerved because he knew he was the only one who could hear the voices. Another shrill scream pierced his ears and he ducked, holding his head between two shaking palms. Bright flashes of color exploded at the corners of his vision and danced around his eyes like a psychedelic kaleidoscope. He went spiraling again in his mind and every color blinked out, like a light. Everything went dark as the psychotic laughter echoed throughout his skull. Castiel Over the hill moved a creature, round and Glowing with a cold, white light. Like a spectacular Moonrise. It had hundreds and hundreds of Eyes in every imaginable color, faceted Like jewels that covered wheels within wheels of It’s spherical body. It was an infinite series of intersecting Rings that spun constantly in All directions. Like a gyroscope. The rings looked like steel but The substance was Pearlescent and, like an oil slick, Contained all of the rainbow within it. Steel-like whips caressed the ground And skies as it moved. And at its center stood two Wings, upright. Feathers made from the metallic Material rippled in the air. Around the wings pooled a Sticky, warm light. A sheen of phosphorescent light coated the Feathers and pooled around the wings. Dean Through the windshield, the soft glow of a solitary streetlight glistened over his cheekbones and poured down his jaw that had grown taught from rapt contemplation. His coarse, sandy-brown hair, was messed from his last tango with a monster. Brilliant flecks of gold danced around in his hazel eyes, entwining with years of past remorse and echoes of both sad and happy memories of being on the road. He kept a firm hold of the wheel, gently guiding the old muscle car down the road. Tears prickled behind his gorgeous, tired eyes, but didn't dare escape. The plastic army soldier stared him down, but he could pay him little mind. His brother, riding shotgun, slept sitting upright, his long, chocolate locks covering his eyes as he dreamt with his forehead against the cool window. Lucifer A luminescent beauty radiated from him. Behind his tattered vessel's eyes, a blazing light shined like a beacon in the night. The fury of a thousand suns, and the beauty of a million moons. The bright and morning star. The most magnificent in all of the angels, yet far more dark than any demon. Sinfully exquisite. Those who say he has horns have never looked upon his countenance, for the gems faceted there rival the colors of the morning skies. And a voice like silk, soft as the timid pulse, a voice that could lead you to your own destruction. Hands both so gelid and searing, you'd quiver at the touch. Hands that have brought so many to their death.
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What goes around comes around, so what's going on around here? I don't remember coming round, it's all so foggy, nothing is clear How'd I end up on this merry-go-round and why is it in such high gear? I don't remember touching down, I don't remember the all-clear Since take off I can't hear a sound, I need to pop more than my ears All I remember is the bend you drove me round So why am I alone paying to play in a haunted fairground?
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
Riddle me you
brave little Cas gave up it all, but then poor little Cas had a great fall, and all of Dean's prayers, couldn't even begin, to put his broken angel back together again
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
little cas
castiels wherever you go i will follow you hell,heaven,purgatory till death do us not part i will follow you through the veil you are my righteous man and i’m your angel i will be with you through your darkest times till the nightmares disappear and the dreams finally begin i gripped you tight and i will forever be there to fight for you and with you until all the angels fall and chuck returns even then my Winchester i will be by your side you are the non nonnegotiable part of my life i love you forever
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
wedding vows part 1
Love is not a game And i'm certainly not winning I chase your piece around our board In this game you're not even playing She touched my lips With her nostalgic kiss Then blamed the alcohol When morning hit Don't tease me Don't play me I'm dying inside Don't please me Don't save me There's not enough time Whenever you come around My life turns upside down I'm tired of loving you Please let me down
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
Broken
Memeories haunting I'm already dead Half of a year yet You're still in my head I just want you gone But my heart's full of lead You have moved on Found a replacement Four ******* years You moved on in a tenth I'm lost without you I need my Cas
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
I need you
i am a killer with good intentions, angel you saw as your wings held back the nightmares you fell from heaven as i crawled from hell but against all odds, you're the one who cares sometimes angels miss heaven and safety but i will make this place your second home even if you've been feeling lost lately i promise you will never feel alone if i **** you one day please forgive me the poison runs black through my veins on some days i can control it if it's you i see but sometimes i can't see past the mad daze but when my eyes open, i see what i've done that's when the real godly war has begun.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
a sonnet from dean to castiel