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sapphirecherry · 6 months
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- tum'ah | sam w.
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demongirlmeg · 10 months
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dean for christs sake just pull over.
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archangelsammy · 1 year
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sam & gabriel / you didn't tell, abby s
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nayeliq1 · 10 months
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Words Unheard
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Pendant to Castiel's poem
Fic based on the poems
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queerstudiesnatural · 7 months
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Happy Birthday Destiel!! Here are some words I wrote about you
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X | X | X | X
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denimshortsdean · 6 months
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they'll toast to us when I get there: here's to the man who couldn't live and just had to let die
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alecscudder1987 · 2 years
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BILE AND BLUE PANSIES
theend4’s supernatural poetry event
hey everyone!! egan here<33 
so…. i recently hit a follower milestone… and i want to say thank you!!! wtf fr!!!! i love all of you so so much. i’m still an internet baby, but i’ve been active in different fandoms since around 2017, and this past year has been one of my favorite fandom experiences ever. i’ve made some really good friends and gotten inspired by so many different artists, writers, and ideas. thanks so much for being on this crazy journey with me. 
SO WHAT?
one of my favorite things i got to do this year was share my poetry with you guys! it’s been an absolute joy to receive so many lovely messages from you saying how much you love my work. truly, your feedback means the world!
so, in honor of that, i’d like for you all to share your poetry with me! whether you’ve got 7 published poetry books or you’ve literally never even read any, i’d love for you to try your hand. 
OK, WHEN?
September 18—September 24th, 2022
ALRIGHT, NOW HOW DOES THIS WORK?
READ the poems in the prompts, and then think about what you like about them—themes, voices, characters, endings, beginnings, word choice, formatting, etc!—and do some brainstorming!
WRITE one or more poems inspired by the ones listed! when i'm inspired by a certain poet, i like to try out writing in their syntax, their mannerisms, or their subject matter. give it a go! (for example: richard siken breaks up his lines across the page. if you've never tried this, playing around with indentation can be a super fun way to break up your lines!)
POST your poem either as a screenshot, photo, or plain text post to tumblr. (note: please provide a transcription of your poem in the caption if you decide to upload a photo.)
CREDIT the author of the poem you were inspired by in the caption! i won't reblog poems that don't give credit to their inspirations.
TAG your post with #bluepansypoetry and @ me so I can share your lovely creations!
DO YOU HAVE READING RECOMMENDATIONS? PROMPTS EVEN?
i do!!! please find my list of all-time-fave recommendations of supernatural-esque poems that i love below!! each day of the event focuses on one poem as a “prompt” or inspiration, so please read them all to see which ones you like! i tried to include a variety of styles. GOOGLE DOC OF THE POEM PROMPTS HERE!
SCHEDULING NITTY-GRITTY
SEPT 18: “french novel,” ritchie hoffman
SEPT 19: “colosseum,” jericho brown
SEPT 20: “fragment 147,” sappho, translated by anne carson
SEPT 21: “cagnes sur mer 1950,” jorie graham
SEPT 22: “road music,” richard siken
SEPT 23: “telemachus,” ocean vuong
SEPT 24: “object permanence,” madeline cravens
BUT I'VE NEVER WRITTEN POETRY!
i hear you say. yes. i have never tried oil painting, but i would like to! i believe it's important to keep an open mind when practicing new arts—you're never going to be "good" right away of course. besides, my goal isn't to write "good" poetry. (ok, maybe a little.) but i write poetry because i feel like a wildfire when i do. i write poetry because i might die if i don't. art keeps us alive. words feed the soul. 
the best advice i’ve gotten about how to write poetry… is to read poetry. read bad poetry. read good poetry! and then sit down for a hot second somewhere and write. write for 8 minutes without stopping. you can write "i don't know what to write" 100 times over if that's all that comes to you. or you can write a play. describe the space around you. talk about what you had for lunch. something will come to you, i promise. and if it doesn't? gently put it away for now. there isn't any rush. you can come back tomorrow.
FINAL WORD
first: no hate speech! second: if you do create nsfw work, please tag it as such. i want everyone to be able to participate in this event safely. 
thank you once again for being on this journey with me, whether you arrived today or have been here since before i even got into supernatural, i love you all dearly. good luck, and happy creating!! 
also, if  you were curious, this event is based on my poem (and song) blue pansies! which you can find here, if you like!
LINK TO THE POEMS AGAIN!!
remember to tag your work with #bluepansypoetry, and happy writing!!!
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echoing-oursong · 1 year
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“We were still in the damn maze”
Rats in a maze,
Scutter with tiny pads of feet
On concrete floors.
That padder with clicks in quick succession.
Rats in a narrative of violent delights,
Doom crackles in the vibrant lighting.
Death and life surrounds the rats,
Vines creep in their lungs as it drowns them,
Wraps around their hearts,
Strangles them with glee.
Laughter booms from the almighty,
Despair clouds the rats with fog.
Run on the wheel, it’s what you’re born to do.
Never leave the precious vine wheel,
Casualties are the penalties,
of friend and foe and every breath of life.
A shot drowns out with slithered vines,
Coats the handle of the sliver gun,
Blood green with the vines of rats.
Rats cascade the maze, their maker laughs.
@spnpoetryrenaissance spn poetry month prompt 18: cycles - the cycle of the narrative
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purgatorybfs · 2 years
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oop. destiel poem from dean's pov :)
transcript under the cut
I saw a vision of myself as someone else outside this hurt scarred broken skin and this other me had love in his eyes that came out as love from his mouth and tender hands and a warm smile welcoming yours in the open without fear. I wish that me and this me could become one. What would take for me to let go of this shame I carry inside and return to you lover, not silent admirer? Forgive me, sunshine, it might take a while for reality to catch up with shared desire. When that happens, let us rejoice.
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sapphirecherry · 7 months
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twenty-three
you are 23 when you first die.
you are 23 as you kneel in the rain and the mud and your brother grips you like he can’t won’t let you go.
but you are gone.
you are 23 and you are gone. you blood coats his hands, stains your jacket, fertilises the earth. can it do that? you are cursed and unclean and the unholy can not breathe new life.
you have left him. everyone. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you were supposed to get out. you did. but the yellow and red flames of your childhood they grabbed you and didn’t let go.
you are 23 when you die. but you are not dead.
[edit: reposted for better formatting]
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demongirlmeg · 10 months
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something something shared heaven…
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heavenssexiestangel · 11 months
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SPN Lucifer Week 2023 Poems Day 6: Blade
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Day 1: Worship
Day 2: Inhumanity
Day 3: Cage
Day 4: Dawn
Day 5: Fall
Rating: Teen and Up
Character: Lucifer
Word count: 187
Written for: @spnluciferweek
Prompt: Blade
Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Fall, Self-Harm
Summary: A poem written for Day 6 of SPN Lucifer Week, with “Blade” as the theme
Beta: none
Notes: I knoooow I am super late but like. These are NOT easy to write. Getting into Lucifer's head is hard, man. But we are on day 6 already! so 2 more days to go. Please mind the warning for this one.
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Excerpt:
In my prison now
There is nothing
But a deafening silence.
I stopped screaming
A long time ago.
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hells-plaid-angel · 2 years
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For @faithdeans‘ followers celebration. A little poem for Dean in ‘Faith’, the dude who was cool with dying at 26, so long as he didn’t have to do it in a hospital to shitty-daytime T.V. 
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queerstudiesnatural · 2 years
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wee sammy poem to celebrate the 30k sam post reaching 11k <3
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mashed potato monster
is the world getting smaller? or am i expanding? spreading and festering without realizing?
i place my hand on my neck and squeeze religiously there are seven faces in the mirror and none of them are me
i can feel a lump in my potatoes i flatten it with my fork and draw patterns in it like prison bars
with blood under my nails and dirt in my veins i’m grasping at the world, only pulling it closer                                                                          to disaster
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𖤐 Other Supernatural 𖤐
My Dad Has a Knife Collection - poem
Thing’s I’ll Never Say - Jo Harvelle appreciation video
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alecscudder1987 · 2 years
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COOL GIRL
day 4 of my poetry celebration, inspired by Cagnes Sur Mer 1950, by Jorie Graham! thanks for coming along for the ride<3 transcript below the cut!
COOL GIRL
Keep calling me and I’ll stop picking up!
Yeah, yeah, my mother. 
Yeah, yeah—
I died. Let’s talk about something else 
for a while! How about
how in Classical Latin—they didn’t use spaces, right? How about that? No punctuation, they didn’t even have to order their words. Sure,
the verbs are always at the end. Sure, there’s a million
ways to end that sentence but they ended it like a
lover killed. Sure, man,
my mother raised a daughter. Yeah, and 
she raised a damn good one, too. Lose my number, pal.
What good is it all if Springsteen doesn't kiss Clemons? Yeah,
I'm the last man alive. Yeah, I’m a good 
fucking daughter.  Get over
your kindness,
kick it to the curb. Stop asking me
questions, man! I told you—
I'm everything. And
best of all I’m a good fucking dyke.
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