i broke so here's from crowley to his angel
I danced through all the fires, and I was so free
I was so unfettered, I was so unheld
Angel, I only stumble when you look at me
Why won't you touch me with more than eyes
Do more with your lips than just smile
It's only for you that I would ever plead
Angel, don't ask me to follow you to heaven
I don't need your forgiveness, I need your love
I don't need them to save me from damnation
Because when I fell from heaven I fell for you
And if you'll just for once try to understand
You've tempted the tempter and stolen the thief
So when after thousands of years I find the courage
To reach for you, to hold you to my dark heart
Forget the world that came between you and me
Don't choose to save it, choose to save us
The world will end in fire or ice, heaven or hell
But all that will matter is that we could have been us
So when they ask you to leave for heaven
Don't walk away, promise you're staying with me
Angel, tell me you said no
-Asmi
@neil-gaiman expecting that therapy money any day now, sir.
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What do you think he keeps with him?
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Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
on hyper-vigilance
(part 2)
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@voluptatiscausa so you kinda maybe gassed me up so hard earlier that I kinda maybe went home and wrote another poem for u (well mostly for me but, also for u!).
But first, context:
----- Spicy poem under the cut! Beware! -----
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i was thinking about this line from my fic:
But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys.
and i came up with this. i hope the vision came through
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Doing a writing workshop today, and we were instructed to bring a book to do dog ear poems. I, of course, brought Good Omens. I am sharing my favorites.
Much better
the bright side
of its own destruction
Crowley had always
ended because he
he'd hoped it
Because
Oh, he
was his
you got in Heaven
getting out of it
(let him go)
be this
a start
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In case you were feeling better today
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'LET THERE BE LIGHT' MY GOOD OMENS - INSPIRED SONG is now on SPOTIFY and other streaming services!!✨️
have a quick listen and join crowley in misery!
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apples
an apple hangs off
a tree in the middle
of a garden we stand in
we know so little
original sinner
and she’s leaving that
garden, i’m staring at your
lips, and you tell me go back
you tease me with apples
when we meet at our bench
we’ve been meeting for
centuries, a sinful stench
will arise from right here
as you feel more of
what’s supposed to be hate
so why is this love
you’ll never get that
and you’ll never get this:
the only apples i want
are the ones upon your lips
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good omens poem two.
(a nursery rhyme, because you begged me to think of the children and this is obviously what you meant.)
Crowley Crowley little star
Fifteen minutes broke your heart
You Fell and then you fell for Fell
And so you kissed Aziraphale
Crowley Crowley little star
Driving alone in your car.
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🎉 Sign-ups are finally here!! 🎉
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“I’m Not Calling You a Liar,” Florence + The Machine
thinking ab this moment again,,,obviously, Aziraphale would never have used the sword against him, but that split-second of confusion (and fear????) from Crowley has lived in my brain for an eternity (since 2019)
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This one is a Crowley poem.
I really like how it ended up and I hope you do too.
Fragile Fall
Summer ended and We remained.
Scorched by those unending days when
I frantically searched the wildfires of the season
terrified you would succumb to the heat.
Passing through blaze after blaze after blaze
as you were swept through the clouds
or
submerged in the depths.
Our burned hands met and held fast and
you and I stood side by side on The Last Day.
There would never be another Summer like it,
and the fog of Fall unrolled like a canopy.
That precious, peaceful, fragile Fall
let Us be for the first time.
Isolated though we were,
Every Day was cool and quiet.
We listened to the Nightingales sing
until the last one flew South.
Leaves changed so gently we nearly forgot
the kindling Summer had left behind;
stacked and
sparked and
stoked and
spread by the dove who floundered in,
looking for his nest.
We saw our world burning again.
My eyes stung and lungs blistered as I
strived desperately to quell the inferno, so
you threw yourself on the pyre -
smothering the flame. And
I was left
alone
as winter crept closer
bringing with it
a tempest
and darkness
and lamentations
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the devil entered me at 3am last night and i came up with this so here have a post-s2 crowley pov poem. pls be nice to me i don't even write poetry i have no idea what's going on
anyway i imagine this being read like an analog horror video
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A Good Omens Poem
[Excerpt]
Your head rests
on my thigh.
I want to run
my fingers through
your crimson hair
but first,
indulge me, dear.
I want to feed you
Easter yellow
petit fours,
then a bite of
chocolate raspberry cake.
I close my eyes
as you lick my fingers clean.
I feel you look up
at the clear blue sky.
You’ve told me
that the sky isn’t blue,
exactly. It’s all the colors,
but blue light waves
are shorter
so we see them
scattered everywhere.
Still, it’s pretty
and it’s peaceful.
That’s why I wear it
so close to me.
It reminds me
of the luminous canopy
that encircled us
after the first rain.
Rating: Mature
Words: 1,023
Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy their perfect blue-sky day, after weathering the storms.
Written for @sugareey-makes-stuff for the Good Omens Song & Poetry Exchange (@gospexchange). Inspired by the song “Mr. Blue Sky” by Electric Light Orchestra.
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