#deancas poem

[hells-plaid-angel]

Behave and Crave

Another Destiel poem. I was reflecting on how Dean spent most of his young life hungry due to John’s absent parenting and something in my brain connected hunger to yearning and this is the result. 

#destiel #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #deancas poem #poem #poetry #my poetry #spn #supernatural #spn poetry #destiel meta #dean winchester #bisexual dean winchester #cas #castiel #myspnpoetry

[haircurlscas]

little farmer destiel art for a ko-fi donor ! (im still accepting art request from donors btw :D)

#quote is from a boykeats poem #boykeats #supernatural #deancas #destiel #art #castiel #digital art #digital illustration #anime #deanwinchester #dean #gay farmers #farmer #plants

[backroadboy]

this life is all about leaving and being left, but most importantly, it's all about love

[dogbird, madds buckley || the trap, supernatural || waiting for this story to end before I begin another, jan heller levi || despair, supernatural || aubade with attention to pathos – III., emily skaja || the song of achilles, madeline miller]

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #cas #web weaving #madds buckley #emily skaja #jan heller levi #madeline miller #poetry #literature #poem #nov 5th

[invisible-brandy]

Suptober: close shave

it was a real close shave when cas got drunk and almost kissed him. he almost made a terrible mistake, dean is sure that that's all it was. a mistake.

typed out text in the alt text if anyone needs it

#i wrote the caption and remembered a poem i read recently that reminded me vividly of destiel and now i wanna scream again #spn #destiel #destiel fanart #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #deancas fanart #dean winchester fanart #castiel fanart #suptober23 #suptober #hdgh.jpg

[starberrysap]

me going through my life trying to not make every tiny little thing about supernatural

#me seeing a poem #haha this is just like the poet dean fic #then i hit myself over the head with a frying pan #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas

[lazarushound]

I think I hate you sometimes you make me remember all the things that I once learned and tried to forget When I'm with you I'm just like my father I see my own fear reflected back in your eyes

actually surprised I've never written about them before

#supernatural #cw supernatural #spn #dean winchester #poetry #poem #jack kline #jack supernatural #castiel #deancas #destiel #dean and cas

[deancaskiss]

waiting for you is like waiting for the sun to rise;

inevitable,

and yet standing on that hill,

watching the moon slip behind the clouds

as the warmth peeks out to replace the silver glow,

I feel like i’m waiting alone.

#poetry #poem #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #destiel poetry #destiel poem #personal poem #just me rambling thinking about destiel and weaving it through my own consciousness #I rarely post poetry like this because I always spend ages tweaking and formatting #but today is a raw poetry kinda day #anyway love yall #not sure I’m gonna tag anyone in this because it probably isn’t any good alsjlsks #I can picture dean sitting in the cold grass of a hill watching the sun start to crest over the horizon as he waits for cas #because cas is nature #and if dean sits here and waits. cas will come back. like the sun always rises again. #except this time cas doesn’t come back. the sun rises and sets. and cas doesn’t come back.

[malicmalicwriter]

Wanna read this weird Destiel poem I wrote?

Check it out over here.

Here's a preview...

#destiel #deancas #dean winchester #ao3 fanfic #castiel #fanfic #fanfiction #malicwrites #poem

[castielsparkle]

☆CHASING YOUR OWN TAIL

Transcript under cut<3

CHASING YOUR OWN TAIL

1 biting your own hands, hard to tell what's you and what's food when you're so hungry, boy? 2 hard to tell when you're supposed to stop eating when you've never had a stomach, like the fish you tried to stomp out. now you crave, what is that? hard to tell where to put the hunger, where is your food? you are an angel but do you know the taste of your manna? 3 don't you know when you first laid your hand on it? 4 and once you do know what you want, you know too you can't have it 5 wasn't it Him who first said no one ever gets what they really want? isn't that life? isn't that being alive? i guess you know now, now having lived. to live is to love, to love is to be alive. you have been quite studious out on the field. you have become learn-ed. 6 you learn the feeling of your muzzle being gently pried off once, & despite your teeth having grown maneuvering around it, [like the grade-school child lucky enough to get braces to fix theirs, or like the manipulated tree trunks taught to grow without intertwining,] you will never yearn to feel it again, even if it kills you, both. 7 but you had lived. for the first/last time, in such a long, long life. 8 killed, rebuilt, & born-again. killed, rebuilt, & born-again. it is strange to become yourself. 9 i love you, i need you, i love you again. 10 you've never yet known the nauseatingly sickly-sweet taste of disobedience and to serve yourself is to serve Him. 11 your bones are now tender made unrigid & became malleable with your love my love love love, i love you. 12 dizzy [lightheaded, with that unholy elixir he sputters with Your dying breaths?] from chasing your own tail yet? or His? like ouroboros? ready to keep going? like sisyphus? ready to go again? 13 if you've always had too much heart, why not spare The Hungry & let Them have it? it should already be salted to taste, seeing what you've become, [from turning to see.] 14 "i think i almost see the shore, just through the break in Your ribs. let me suture it with my love as i speak." 15 speak - whimper, whine, bark bark bark, roll over, play dead, END

#cas.txt #cas.art #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #cas #dean #dean winchester #castiel #handprint #writing #art #fanart #poem #religious imagery #gay #hunger #cannibalism #dog motif #i forgot how to fucking tag things also im so tired. wrote this on plane ride i dont remember writing it tbqh #it just appeared. so. heres that #im too sleepys tireds to break donw everything here i rlly rlly. hope it makes sense. #i try not to be too harsh on myself but ia lmost didnt post this one because i just. Dont Know if its legible nor if its All That but<3 #why not #Oh god i just realized i never have posteed writing here before i think. Ummm please be nice to me. thank you. i feel cringe #fighting the cringe demon in my brain lol #anyways ily guys its sleepys time

[hauntedpearl]

woven out of the silence

for @justcastiel's 2k celebration. just cooked up a little something, very vaguely incorporated faith into it. Elliot, you are such an incredibly talented wonder of a person and I hope you enjoy this!! <33 (sorry for writing the same little story in fifty different ways but whatever this was kinda fun!)

This is how it happens—

He builds you a house. He builds you a deck. A pier. 

He tells you he wants you to be free. 

Stretch your wings, he says. Feel the breeze, Cas. 

He turns the house into a home. Fills it with things. Says, Our Place. 

Says, Our Kitchen Table. 

Says, Our Garden. Our Lake. Our Porch Swing. 

Ours, Ours, Ours.

You bring him rocks from the lakeshore, and he takes them.

Careful, you tell him. They're old.

He puts them in a jar. Sets it on a shelf. 

Touches it with a smile when he passes by. 

You bring him a flower, and he puts it in your hair. Rests his fingers there. 

Says, Looks good on you. 

Says, Looks good. 

He prays to you, still. 

Sometimes at his bedside, arms crossed over the mattress. 

His knees creak when he straightens, and your grace reaches for him.

It wants to hold him. It wants to soothe his aches. It wants an excuse to brush against his soul. 

After all, it is a part of you. 

You worry. 

There is nothing you can give him. 

You worry. 

He has given you everything. 

You worry. 

Where is his happiness, in this home that is yours? 

You worry. You worry. You worry. 

This is how it happens— 

"I don't know that you will be happy" you say to him. "Here. With me." 

"What the hell are you talking about?" 

He isn't as quick to anger as he used to be. Still, a frown marrs his features. He sounds—puzzled.

"I have nothing to give to you," you say. "I am not what you've wished for." 

And you would know. You've seen his wishes wrapped in wishes. 

You've seen him. 

He is still frowning when he says, "I don't care about all that. I just — I need you." 

You do not doubt him, but you ache for him, all the same. 

You care about him. 

You love him. 

That is all it has ever been. 

You love him. 

"You've given me everything you have," you say. 

See reason, you plead wordlessly. Want something. 

"You gave me this life." 

He lowers himself to his knees at your feet. Spreads his arms. 

"You stitched up my soul" 

He is kneeling — in supplication. In plea. In prayer.

He is kneeling, and you cannot bear it. 

He folds his hands around yours. Holds them to his heart. 

He doesn't owe you for this. 

Does he know? 

He does not owe you. 

"I am no God," you tell him.

I will not take, not like this, you think. Not from you. 

When he laughs, it sounds almost bright.

When he laughs, you want to flinch. 

"No," and he is smiling. "I love you." 

This is how it happens— 

You have a beating heart, and it thunders in your chest. 

I love you.

Your grace surges in your veins, heats your skin. 

I love you. 

There, the echo of revelation. 

I love you. 

This is how it happens— 

Your not-quite-human knees buckle.

You see — You see Him.

You're looking into the face of the divine. 

And It is soft skin, wrinkled. Lined. Dotted with freckles. 

You're looking into the face of the divine. 

And It is smiling, still.

He tugs you closer. 

Your knees scratch against this altar of wood and nail. 

"I brought you back to me," he says. 

"I built you a home," he says. 

"I keep your gifts," he says. 

"How could you not know?" 

His eyes, searching. Shining. Shifting. 

Emerald, Jade, Peridot. 

Summer green & gold. 

His love looks a lot like his guilt. 

It looks a lot like his fear. 

How could you have known?

Men build temples for the Gods they fear. 

They only ever seem to build tombs for their lovers.

How could you have known?

This is how it happens —

With you on your knees. 

With him on his. 

Fallen, falling. 

His fingers in the bowl of your fists, holding tight. 

"This is our life," he says.

Our Place. Our Kitchen Table

Our Garden. Our Lake. Our Porch Swing

Ours. Ours. Ours.

"And I want it. All of it." 

His lips on your knuckles, soft. Your gasp, softer, still. 

A never-tilting world, on its side.  

Your grace bends towards him, the stalk of a flower in search of her sun.

Your wings curve around him, the shield to his sword.

You want this, too. Every bit of it. 

Does he know? 

He must. He must. 

This is how it happens —

"Dean," his name melting sugar on your tongue. 

Dean — your charge, once. Your friend, always.

Your— Your Dean. 

He loves you.

He loves you.

Tugs you closer, still. 

Says, "I mean it. For— for as long as you'll have me." 

And you love him. 

You love him.

That's all it's ever been. 

What else is there to say, then, for you? 

He holds his faith close to his chest. 

It beats a rhythm against the backs of your palms. 

He holds it there for you. Because of you. 

Your Dean. 

Haloed in the falling light. 

Smiling, still. 

Happy. 

This is how it happens—

His mouth against yours, sweeter than his name.

His pulse a-flutter under your palm.

"Yeah?" he says, the syllable pressed into your skin. 

"Yes," you say. 

You love him. 

"Yes."

Mutuals I would literally die for who helped me w this stupid thing: @casgape @meatmensch @subbynesnej @millicentmarva THANK YOU ILY MWAH!!! and @chapeldean thank you sooo much for putting up with my whining yesterday <333333

Taglist:

@suckeggsinhell @castielsupernatural @vegancas @deancaskiss @cyncity2000 @lookforanewangle @belagirlrights @xdeansangelx @destieldisaster @jacobglaser @heartcastiel @sleepycas @thebaffledking @cassiterite @angelsdean @pajamadean @capellacas @castiellesbian @oddityofstars @sing-little-bird @milfmommymary @quicksilver-castiel @one-more-offbeat-anthem @laurelcas @twoheadedcas @butterscotchdean @naturallyathief @aturnoftheearth

#justcastiel2k #doe's writing #deancas ficlet #destiel ficlet #idk how to write poems but if i knew this would be one so like i guess this is a proem? whatever that means #usermoogs #spn ficlet #CONGRATULATIONS ELLIOT YOU DESERVE ALL THIS LOVE AND MORE MWAH <33333333 #feathersforcas

[lazaruswriting]

Flames

Fire to me means loss and mourning

Countless hearts burned in her flames

I watched my mother in her embrace

So many others— all met a similar fate

But you

The flames should never have touched your skin— scorched your bones

To turn you to ash is to tear out pieces of my own soul

Returning my being to the stardust

Seeing you burn, wrapped carefully by my own hands in beige sheets

I now know what true grief is

I felt it before, with my mother, my father, and even my brother

But here now, with you

The despair is tangible in my lungs— in the air

I may as well have lived a life devoid of sacrifice

For the punishment of having to watch you crumble to dust

Well,

Even I thought the devil would not be so cruel

ANNIE

#destiel #deancas #spn #dean winchester #supernatural #castiel #poetry #poem

[castiel]

Matilde, where are you? I noticed, downwards, under my necktie, above my heart, a certain melancholy between my ribs: it was that you suddenly were absent. I missed the light of your energy and I looked about, devouring hope, I looked at the emptiness that is a house without you, nothing is left but tragic windows. Taciturn, the roof listens to the falling of ancient leafless rains, feathers, that which the night imprisoned: and thus I await you like a lonely house and you will return to see me and inhabit me. Otherwise my windows ache. 

- pablo neruda love sonnet LXV for @universalcas spanish + destiel celebration

#destiel #destieledit #deancas #deancasedit #my gifs #my edits #i'm SO SORRY vero #someone had already done the happier poem that i had picked originally #i cried a lot making this lol

[deer-motif]

I must get a new bird and a new immortality box. There is folly enough inside this one.

14.14 Ouroboros, Supernatural / The Ambition Bird, Anne Sexton

#he would like a simple life yet all night he is laying poems away in his long box. it is his immortality box. his lay-away plan. his coffin. #anyway #destiel #deancas #dean winchester derangement syndrome #my eorks #web weaving #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel edit #deancas edit

[itwasnightwhenyoudied]

Brought To Heal —L. Cassidy, March 2023.

#deancas #destiel #destiel poetry #destiel fic #in verse #spn #spn poetry #POV dean #dean winchester #post the empty #castiel is saved #poetry #poems #queer poetry #queer writer #iwnwyd writes #itwasnightwhenyoudied #brought to heal

[theequeersdeservebetter]

~Charlie

#charliewritesnow #deancaskiss #destiel #poetry #poems #deancas #charlie's ss poetry

[lazarushound]

seven - taylor swift

“if you’re raised with an angry man in your house, there will always be an angry man in your house. you will find him even when he is not there.”

#supernatural #cw supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #dean and cas #poetry #poem #lyrics #taylor swift #seven #john winchester #mary winchester #sam winchester