#sam
Why punish me with power,
Why punish me with pain,
I know I am replaceable,
Don't have to remind me again and again.
Why destroy me with silence,
Why destroy me with gaze
I know I am replaceable,
Don't have to **** me again and again.
Why break me with actions,
Why break me with decisions,
I know I am replaceable,
Don't have to remind me again and again.
Why push me with shame,
Why push me with guilt,
I know I am replaceable,
Don't have to **** me again and again.
Why hate me with desire,
Why hate me with despair,
I know I am replaceable,
Don't have to remind me again and again.
Why love me with regret,
Why love me with fear,
I know I am so replaceable,
but all I ever did was try to be the name you would smile for, cry for, die for, line for, smile with, cry with, die with, live with.
So, don't have to **** me again and again.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
Any flower grown,
and beautifully bloomed.
Any puppy born,
and lived till it's gone.
Any kitten born,
till all 7 lives are gone.
Any bird that flies
no matter it's beauty and rise.
Any dress worn,
and beautifully weaved.
Any length of hair,
grown and beautifully done.
Any fruit grown on trees,
sweet, sour or any of the boost.
Is plucked, given, killed and kept,
Is loved until, the next one steps,
Is fed until, it flees and leaves,
I slept until, freedom or death,
Is worn until, it's torn and thrown,
Is taken care of until, it's cut or shaved,
Is eaten until, it spoils or spoils.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
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.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
why do she hate me, i dont understand
I did all i could as your man
she ask me to love her so i ask for her hand
my attempt seem to go without justification,
when she became mad i became a sentive man
it was never a thought i was bring her love to an end
her request was never by past without grateful planning so many acts right on my *** but i never gave in, stayed gratefully just that chance to express this enter love of this man
ended with lack of understand placed so bluntly
why do she hate me ?
I tryed my best but her hate continue to manifest without just each passing day
I cooked cleaned, i love above means so, why does she hate me then as if there was never any love to begin why do she hate me so much why so much...
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
GO'S this way no better way to say
times where ones faced with moments of truth,
what's done is done,did and dead.
life love of lesson sometime are a messy blessin.
ALL the love less stress toward blessed best, and required reward less
you twist,turn and bend in the end
IT'S compliticated just to give in to bend it's did
YOU did ,I'VE DONE that's a fact NO rewind on that track kept it pushing didn't give in when lesson test love boldly
pure of heart start better then last
carefully choose keepin in mind we've done, it's did
let's keep it dead...
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
You’re angelic.
Sitting there by the window,
The light hits you, gently.
You’re glowing.
Absentmindedly playing with your fingers,
You’ve captivated my attention.
You smirk, side-eyed cocky,
As if you know what you’re doing to me.
You lean back in your chair,
Be careful not to fall.
As you push toward,
I notice the bracelets on you,
Colorful.
You’re something different.
You’re quiet,
But only I can hear you.
Speak,
Let the melodious tune ring.
Let me hear you.
You’re shy,
A gem hidden in the rough.
I see you,
Like no one ever has before.
I feel you,
In a way that no one ever could.
This is different.
I’m in love with an angel,
but I can’t fly.
You won’t fall for me,
I can’t reach that high.
I’m in love with an angel--
And God, I wish I could fly.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.
Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them that they cared.
All smiled except two who
Just stood there and glared.
Hulu Q Hopps and
His shorter half-brother
They came from two pops but
Shared the same mother.
Hopps came at them fast
So they quickened their pace
Sam and Pam flew past him,
Boy, this was a race!
Hopps huffed and puffed,
While shouting very gruffly:
"You better stop now, or
I'll treat you roughly!"
"Just what have we done
To make you so mad?"
"If you don't stop right now,
I'll do something bad!"
Pam and Sam finally stopped,
Turning right around,
Awaiting their fate while
Standing their ground.
Hopps wide-eyed and breathless
Finally stopped within inches
"Listen real closely now,
Your see Mr. Pinch is
Hot on your trail
Looking for retribution
Based on your failure
To give restitution."
"We don't know what that means,
We don't know what to say..."
"Doesn't matter at all,
Pinch is coming your way!"
Since Mr. Pinch meant
To slow cook their goose,
Pam and Sam agreed to do
What they learned from Dr. Seuss!
They asked all their friends
To lend them some help.
Eucalyptus, Betty Loo,
JaeJae and Miss Kelp.
Hortman, Octavius, and
Hopps stepped up to bat.
Even Kat came back
And threw in her hat!
Off in the distance
The Catawampas growled
And soon after that
The Terrormasu yowled.
Down came Mr. Pinch
From atop Mount Dumpit
In his impedimenta SUV,
Like it or lump it.
Rolling into town
Entering WhoDat's Square
Pinch shouted "Sam and Pam!
Are you hiding somewhere?"
"You must pay the piper,
I'm here to collect.
Excuses mean nothing,
Your pleas I'll reject!"
Pam and Sam stepped forward,
Friends forming a line.
"Pinch, you won't get away
With extortion this time!"
With that Betty Loo
Pulled out her didgeridoo.
The others pulled out
Their instruments too.
All began playing strong,
Singing loud and clear:
"You are hostile Mr. Pinch
And your breath reeks of stench
But we're stronger than you
So you can't make us flinch.
Mr. Pinch you are mean
So you better flee the scene
You're a ****** like no other, Mr. Pinch..."
They droned on and on,
A multi-stanza bonanza:
"You're a villain Mr. Pinch...
"You are ****** Mr. Pinch...
"You are nasty Mr. Pinch...
"You're a ****** Mr. Pinch...
"You disgust us Mr. Pinch...
Mr. Pinch screaming loud
With hands to his ears,
Made a beeline to his
Impedimenta SUV in tears.
Then Pinch did the math
Calculating the odds
He wasn't going to get
Anywhere with these clods.
"You haven't heard the last of me!"
Fist pumping as he shouted.
When he left, all WhoDat cheered,
Disaster had been routed.
Sam and Pam thanked their friends
In a way that befits.
A WhoDat picnic serving them
Green eggs, Spam and grits!
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:47 PM UTC
Passover or Easter or Happy Any Ole Thing, Sam I Am
she
asks me good naturedly
which to wish me - a happy this or that
and a poem’s immaculate conception is instant arisen arising
hot ****
rueful smile and unruly reply
a solid out loud Ha!
neither either or he writes and so believes
for I am a god loving man,
whom we’ve -Him/It/Me have agreed
that I may call
Sam I Am
and the answer to your question is
why not
for most quests and questions can be well-answered
why not!
my genes my historical beings my ancestors and my issue
all declaiming that I am a jew who left egypt, no defaming, a slave to no man who cannot love another like his own self
but some in all that I write, this deity boss slips in quietly unseen in one of his jokes-on-us-disguises like singing ave maria
and thus whose to say
his rightful name, is not
Sam I Am
my choice and the big D
(a self-employed informal his choice, nom-de-guerre)
has agreed via his acknowledgement in his normative style of
low volume taciturn tacit acceptance
so wish me a u happy
anything you want-to-call-it-day
don’t matter. but know this u were there
when, all on that happy day where, @ the manger,
when this Sam-Approved-Appeared
poem was born and Sam blessed it with a
hot ****
she laughs, tosses back in my face, some schematic I
prior penned that I can’t recall the when or where or my
nom-de-guerre employed but fits this ex-slave perfectly
“there are no lines or lies in my writings
there are no definitions and
perception is only your truth”
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
i sought my soul
but my soul i could not see
i sought my god
but my god excluded me
i sought my brother
and i found all three
he has always been here waiting
with open arms just for me
he is my big brother dean
and i thank him for always protecting me
~ Sam Winchester
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:17 PM UTC
a chubby-cheeked,
golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who didn't know how good he had it
a golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who had to grow up too fast
a freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who thought he was invincible
a green-eyed
little boy
who was never quite good enough
a black-eyed
demon
who used to be the great dean Winchester
a brown-haired
moose-like
glazed-eyed
broken boy
who just wants his brother back
a raven-haired
broken-winged
blued-eyed
angel
who just wants their pain to stop
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:46 AM UTC
a chubby-cheeked,
golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who didn't know how good he had it
a golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who had to grow up too fast
a freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who thought he was invincible
a green-eyed
little boy
who was never quite good enough
a black-eyed
demon
who used to be the great dean Winchester
a brown-haired
moose-like
glazed-eyed
broken boy
who just wants his brother back
a raven-haired
broken-winged
blued-eyed
angel
who just wants their pain to stop
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Feeling the need to smoke a cigarette
When you never had one before
Fighting the urge to *****
Cause you got caught up on drinking more
Packed up your belongings and headed to the west
It's a cold autumn afternoon and the air hits your chest
All that is left of you is in your head
Your body is unstable and your eyes are sore and bleed
Life decided to cut you loose and let you have the noose
No one came to the rescue
There you lay waiting for death to accept you
Had you wished for roses and kisses the time you went away
Strangers from afar would not pay any mind that day
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Forwards and fore words are cult if ations, (cultureshapen)
words we would find mean more
than their idle kin dread, (a play)
if we had been reared
starting now
A push from behind,
God put padding for a reason,
Mrs. Marshall said. Second grade.
A word, to the wise, is enough.
Acculturation.
That's the clue that leads to leaven,
and a little leaven...
you know, or say you do, of course,
we've known yeast
resurrects in our bread, for eons and ages,
Good Lord.
We know how things work.
If we be honest,
some,
a little bit, we know how things work.
Sayin' hon, I ain't sure I know what honest was.
To tell the truth, I don't suppose anybody knows,
wit'out attention's terrible price,
secret price, only the paid and payer know it, ever.
Sacred makin', sacrifice,
that's a one time deal, for real.
A mortal man can't know until he dies if he unbelieved all his
lies, but his try's are said to give him some -umph,
----
What manner of men are we that it is given unto us
to be? That is an answer worth paying attention to chase, per
haps. Not, to be or not to be, what choice, before now? You know?
Remember, we asked. Together, we agreed,
that greed will draw us to the treasure,
do you mind my taking greed from agreed and making it work.
it does work. it is an essential elemental,
desire is another word they use, but that gives it more
purpose than greed, and calls for more minding of the process.
Once a reifying action has begun we must maintain our equilibrium,
or
find ourselves falling, once more, into dis-traction
on life's slipper slope.
Slipper-iness has meaning.
Ask any little princess planning to grease her foot with KY.
It can be good or bad, not good or evil.
Squeeks from the audience, sometimes signal gasps,
as agap is crossed, like a spark,
mnemonical daemonic algorythms, those ain't bad you understand?
The Intelligence in Re-al, 's'no accidental instance of order over chaos that just cain't quit,
that ain't it.
Geeks as you know geeks,
Gates, Jobs, 'nem, A. I. Imagineers,
did not write this algorithm of life, as it turns out,
The Idea of God seems not to have needed help
designing a safeground,
where kids can play.
Sam Harris axed me, vicar-iously, Do you believe in literal
re-sur-rection of some formerly
living thing/ any?
Yes, yeast, I do. It seems dead, only our knowing it's not
and proving other wise de-ifs the possibility it's dead, now alive.
It's like that cat box, Schrödinger has.
Anything is possible, God knows, Jesus even said so,
wit' God, all o'this is possible,
save lying and dying and failing to be good for me.
Living, it seems, is the deed we do
to prove living forever is worthy of trying,
happily ever after, starting now,
if you wish to stay mortal and never know,
you can't.
You know you die, so you die.
Forever,
that goes on.
It's hell to try that with no triumph in sight.
Alone, especially.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
You can change how you see the world
But you can't change the world
Maybe you can make it better
Maybe you can give up and let her
But only her can save herself
Just make peace with yourself
No amount of love you give can cure cancer
No amount of research will give you the answer
Your only relief is that you tried
That you'd put her first and everything else aside
But can it be really a relief when all goes down the sewer
Can you be satisfied with being a mere viewer?
There is no guide on how to deal with this
Her smile is one of the many things you're gonna miss
Someone write a guide on how to settle the mind and stop the chaos in my heart
Please do it fast, before our loved ones depart...
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
Sleepless nights, go away
I came to your life
and I’m here to stay
When everything shatters
and feelings start to decay
Know you’re never alone
I’ll head with you to the fray
With my soul on the line
I’ll **** for you, I’ll fight, I’ll pray
You’re my precious
I’ll preserve you night and day
I’ll hug the darkness out of you
hold your hand all the way
In this cold cruel world
we can be each others’ getaway
The shoulders to cry on
the resort to seek in bad-day
Don’t let life change your gorgeous self
don’t just obey
Be fierce and wild
own it and make life your play
Cuz even though you been through hell everyday
You’re truly beautiful
you are my sun ray
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Our precision,
the click
of cogs,
knowing what is
and knowing what was;
I recks in the multiverse
from beginning to end
there would not be a chapter when I was not your friend.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC
I've never met anyone who lies as much as you,
I wonder if you notice how much you do.
The sweet words that pour from your mouth,
like music to my ears,
untrue I know but so beautiful that I dance to their slow soulful rhythm, so easily pulled in by the sensual click of
your tongue.
You're so good at that,
swiftly moving from one lie to the other,
with abundantly obvious changes in your demeanor,
but me, blinded by your gorgeous exterior
wooded by deceitful sonnets of our love,
and captured by that sparkle in your eye,
I never stood a chance.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Rolling hills
Golden fields
Left to right
Feet to feet
With every step
Through the wood
They stride away
Towards eternity
Into the deep
The unknown scene
Away from home
From everything
They’ve ever known
Or hoped to be
And with this step
One more has been
Further away from home before
Than he’d ever thought he’d been
God bless your feet Samwise Gamgee
Step onto the road and you will see
The greatest adventure you’ll ever keep
Burning alive within your mind alive
Until the in Havens you reside
And therein find the eternity you seek
For alive and well
You’ll ever be
And beside the bearer
You were meant to be
As a friend against all enemies
And the second set of sturdy feet
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
Black eyes and no remorse
possessing people
making them their host
they get cut down when the Winchesters are close
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
She is home,
four wheels
initials in the back
the boys call her home
she has always been there
the one thing they've always had
the eldest rebuilds her,
calls her baby
the younger falls asleep in her passenger seat
the impala is his home
she has seen the boys at their best
and their worst
And she will be there when it's over.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Eleventh.
The instant the hand struck 12,
Tears from up above began to fall
A glimpse from 600 days or so
Our teeth said 'hello'
Our fingers flicked 'goodbye'
Fall came and went,
I saw Belle dancing with a ball,
With Cinderella's glass shoe
2 fortnights, and our feet met once more
And that night,
I flew a kite
Way up high to this day,
With words written on its tail:
"Happy Birthday sensei! 2017 would come soon
'Till then, hopper wishes you to
Be happy, and to have more time to sleep "
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC