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PerfectI'm glad I'm not perfect.
I'm glad to know
That I'm not like you.
I'm happy to hear
That I have flaws
And that I have weaknesses.
I don't mind having them,
While you clearly seem to.
You say that you're strong,
Invincible even compared to God.
So if I were to shoot at you in cold blood,
You would live?
If I were to mock you
And completely deride you,
You wouldn't cry?
I highly doubt you possess
Such glorious strength.
You say that you're gorgeous,
So stunning that even the stars are envious.
If that is true,
Then the stars obviously don't know
What true beauty is.
You say that I'm jealous,
That I wish I were you.
How do you know what I wish for?
Can you read me mind?
If you can,
You're a terrible reader.
Why would I want to be perfect
When I like being flawed?
Being perfect is like being ordinary.
If you're perfect,
You can never learn from anything.
You can never achieve something
Worth your while.
And I enjoy every moment of it.
I can learn from them,
deliverance does not come,as does the bell-boy from his duties,
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.
with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves. from what?
natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb. and men, are wild -
run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.
EveningsEvenings after the end of the world
Sunset cracks the sky and slips through
In streaks of red and ultra-violet, pollution-fantastic
A perfect complement to the sounds of bats
Some smartass at the college gave them baby faces,
And now no one wants to lay down arsenic-
My landlady saw one body and burst into tears and
I'm going to have to lock my kitten in.
I found a tattoo on my heel last night
I think it happened sometime in the morning.
I nodded off on the train, against the plasti-glass.
When I woke up I was leaning against a monster.
He smiled at me and shook my shoulder
With his squishy white tentacle.
His collar was high- it didn't suit him.
The tattoo shows a curling, smiling creature
Ears trailing like a comet tail, eyes sparkling
Teeth pricking my bone like thorns, and then
I feel its tiny tongue lick my ankle from the inside.
I'm fairly sure it's moving when I sleep.
It's good to have a friend.
At least I think it's good to have a friend.
My windows got bent up while I was sle
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
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