Taken and Psychic 2“Sammy?” gasped Dean. The boy looked at him with scared eyes that sent a chill down Dean’s spine.“Love, are they?” the boy with the blue streak asked hesitantly.“Yes, Seth.” sighed Sam.(Dpov)“Dean, what are you talking about?” stuttered a wide eyed Caleb.“That’s Sammy, Cales.” whispered Dean as he elbowed Caleb softly, shocking all the hunters besides John who was in a state of shock at his youngest son.Suddenly there was hysterical laughing, that sounded like crying.(Spov)There was laughing from behind me. I turned and glared at Azazel.“Shut up Azazel!” yelled Seth, before saying a phrase in an language the hunters didn’t understand and pressing his hand to Azazel’s forehead."No no no." the YED cried before a scream sounded out of his throat and yellow smoke came rushing out of his mouth, before it was sucked into the floor.“What the hell?” came from the group of hunt
A Very Synacky Halloween! Part 1 The moon glowed bright in the sky, a warehouse right of the high way into a woodsy area. The warehouse windows were either cracked or missing, replaced with a dark gray cover. Music blaring, spider webs covered the entrance of the warehouse, covered in spiders, ranging from black to purple. Jack-O-Lanterns sat all around the walk way and throughout the patches of overgrown grass. They shone a wicked orange, giving them a sinister look, a line of teens, joking and laughing."Come on Zacky!" called a crazy haired boy who was dragging a smaller boy with black and purple colored haired."But Jimmy!" whined the boy."No, you're not missing this party!" growled Jimmy.Signing, Zacky gave up struggling making Jimmy smile."Hey guys!" said a boy with shades and ripped black jeans."Mattie!" was screamed as Jimmy let go of Zacky and jumped on Matt, giving him a tackle hug and a deep kiss.Laughing at the scene, Zacky rolled his eyes at the sight that happened almost ever
Taken and Psychic 1The house looked like something straight out of a horror film. It was old and rickety; the gray exterior leading itself to age the building, the broken windows telling about an old haunted history of pain and suffering. Cobwebs had formed in just about everywhere and a layer of dust covered every surface. The yard was overgrown with grass and weeds making it hard to see the arrival of a 1967 Chevrolet Impala, a black ford truck, and a beat up red, rusting truck from the eighties. The Impala was first to stop. A man with short black hair and dark warm brown eyes, he was standing outside of the driver's side."Dean, Caleb stay in the car until I say so
ok?" said the man."Yes dad," said Dean in a bored tone."Yes Johnny, we gotcha," chuckled Caleb."Good, I'll be right back." He called as he walked to the black truck."Why does he do that?" asked Dean."Do what?""Make us wait! I'm not a child! I'm a grown man. For chrisakes I'm twenty-one, Cales!" was whispered harshly.
Days Without YouI'm laying awake at night.Thinking of you,Kills me inside.Knowing your gone forever.Lost here without you.I need you with me,Cause it kills me,But when I sleep,It's like your with me.I wish some way,You were with me.But I'll have to wait until I sleep,To be with you.
Wasn't There?If I wasn't here tomorrow?Gone and never coming back ?Would you care?Or would you lose sleep at night?Lost in my own mind.Lost in the dark.Pleading silently for help.For someone to pull me out of my own hell.
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.Eat an entire chocolate cake,Swallow all the pills you need to take -'Medication' isn't a dirty word.Wear a princess dressOr a band t-shirt withJeans in distress -Boy or girl or anything in between,Stand before that mirrorTake a twirlAnd see how beautiful you are.Go for a run,Have some fun,Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,Curl up in bed -Take a vacation from your head.Phone a friendAnd talk for hours,Or stay in your roomAnd wait for the darknessTo end -No need to pretend,Just do what you need.Paint a pictureOr write a sonnet,Or just sit stillAnd breathe -Things willGet better.Pick some flowers,Take hoursJust for yourself -You are just as specialAs anyone else.
Can You Hold on One More Day?I read a poem about a boy.Who had lost all of his pride and joy.He wore his heart on his sleeves.Which were stained red,From all of the blood that he bled.The boy died...By the blade of a knife.That he ran up and down his wrists.And I couldn't help but cry.That poem was fake.There wasn't such a boy.It wasn't a true story.But... Then I began to realize.That just because it wasn't that specific boy.There are others just like him.Begging for death.Slitting their wrists,And hoping to die.Because so many times,They've tried,And so many times,They've cried.But nothing gets better!I just wanted to say,I've been that boy.At some point.I felt that way.And I just wanted to say,I am so sorry.I know it hurts but hang on another day.Another month,Another year.Please, stay with me dear.Don't join that boy,No, not tonight.Stay with me,Please?
Suckerpunch SweetheartRed lipstick war paintEyeliner eyes.I am a soldier in my own war;A force split in two sides.I am a force of natureBring about my own raptureAnd I’ll bring you to your knees.Say pleaseLittle girl lost.Cut off my hairCut into my skinPretty princess girlCardinal sin.Let me inLet me in.Sugar in my veinsAnd poison in my heart;I can turn bloodInto a work of art.I won’t go there againWon’t do itI won’t.HandsA sea of handsAnd andsIn my head.A universe inside.Dead.Icy skinFiery eyesNobody knowsJust what's inside.
quirks.when i was a child:i loved to steal.i would go around my neighborhoodand steal lawn ornaments.at daycare, i would steal moneyand toysand food.once, i stole my next door neighbor’srabbit statute.when my parents confronted me,the lie was smooth and solid:i saw so-and-so take it.--when i was a child:i loved to lie.i would make up storiesto get reactions out of people.to see if they’d believe me.for fun.once, i convinced my friend charlottethat i had twenty-four hours to live.when she burst into tears,i had to bite my tongueto keep from laughing.--when i was a child:i loved animals.i would lock my dog in the closetand in the bathroom.a lot of my neighbors left birdcages outduring the dayso i set all of the birds free.once, i imagined what it would be liketo kill an animal.then, i imagined what it would be liketo run over it repeatedlywith a carso i did it with my scooterto a rose i foundbecause it was redlike blood.--when i was a
Eternity Comes Only Once ...In a dream of eternal youthwith beautiful eyes and unspoken truths,dancing on a thin thread drawn by Selenain a blue night when all four winds talking about peace;...In that unique poem when loveshines more than the Sun God on your ring finger,weaving lasting hopes on a delicate cobwebin a white day of the beginning of all beginnings;...In a cold afternoon of Decemberwith memories which surrounds the Arctic Circle,melting everlasting snows that floods the time, paradoxically, leaving behind them the fire which burns your heart;....In the black hole of a single moment,with pain, with answers, with courage, maybe with joy, or Not,Waltz with the time between seconds,Eternity comes only once...
absent resolvei.i cradle my hopewith both hands,as if holding it closewill give it the warmthto stay alive.when you come nearit flares and rustles,begging to take flight;yet i am both caressand cage.ii.we have confused our signals,mixed our drinks andnever together.closure looms ominousbut i would rather forgetthan be caught in thisluminous void ofperhaps -iii.i am weakand perhapsyou are blind,we, silent,are nothingperhaps we could beeverythingif only we spoke.iv.enigma,you have unknowinglytwisted yourselfin helical fundamentalsabout my identity,shaped me inabsence andthe embers ofa chance.i wish i knewwhen to releasethis frail hope.v.we're both drunkand you're shaking,caught in a momentneither here nor now.entwined fingersbring you back tothe present, and i lingerbut you are eager to eclipsethis vulnerability,so you run.vi.i'm too afraid to ask,but at least the question'sanswered:we're both cowards.
Demons Can Feel TooI'll admit that I'm a demon.I'm cold and cruel,Hateful and quick to anger.I'm flawed.I prefer darkness over light.But demons can have feelings too.I can be hurt, offended.I can be sympathetic.I can care for other peopleAnd I can love.I may be a cruel being.Excessively so at times.But that doesn't make me heartless.Though I may seem so,I'm not.I do have a heart.And I do use it.Just not often.Because the problem with having a heartIs it can be broken.And I don't want a broken heart.I think maybe that's why demons seem so cruel and hateful.They're just afraid of getting hurt.
bound in retrospectpart i.let's talkabout wreckage and dreaming,about nights wept weary,and how city limitscompress to claim youwhen you run.let’s talkabout slippingaway early mo(u)rningand choosing dark over light;how eventually i stoppedwishing upon starsbecause really,what’s the point.let's talk;there is no true wayfor someone this self-consciousto let loose streams ofconsciousness,but i'm trying.interlude: youyou,you are an immersionheartbeatracing down my spine,along vertebrae as ifthey belong to youbut they shouldn’t,not now.you,you are long-limbed eyelashes,a study in faux-reluctance.you are a cagei never could penetratealthough you never had much troubleignoring my reluctance;penetration became a gamei never won.part ii.let’s talk;this was never a love story,but add enough adjectiveand i guess it can bewhatever you want it to be.warped to your ideal,turn me to my better angleand hide the flaws;hide the fa
Moon HaloThere's a halo on the moon tonight.String another feathersnipped too soon'round the leather gripsof a scythe curved heavy with souls.Remember:Death is not like the SIMs.There are no warning labels.
Just A KissJust one kiss,Would be great.To be loved by you,But I know,That wont happen.I feel I'm not worth,your love.Just a kiss,wouldn't be enough.