I have found a shiny, new, exciting, probably long lasting obsession; Supernatural! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! It fricken' AWESOME! And anyone who says otherwise are the people that secretly belong in those pretty white rooms with the ridiculously fun padded walls.
Disclaimer: The television show Supernatural, no matter how much I may wish and fantasize otherwise, does not belong to me, so I still have perfected the fan girl squeal. Jared, Jensen, and everyone else in supernatural do not belong to me, and, alas, they probably never will.
This just came to me one day when I had just seen 'Home', and I had been feeling particularly morose and poetic.
Supernatural : Core
I would do anything to know, but I never will.
because I cannot understand,
why you would do such a thing,
solely for them, for us, for me.
You follow, what I once thought blindly
But you saw, all too well,
What he did to the last of our innocence
You felt, all too painfully,
how he cut, crudely molded, our already jagged core,
You knew, all too vividly,
how his grief consumed him so.
Because you felt the same,
a grief I could never know.
Since I never knew her,
I could never really grieve,
I might never have known,
What she was like, otherwise.
I know I never truly saw her,
But I know what she looked like,
You remember, when we went Home,
When we saw her there,
I never actually thought of much,
only that, at her soul, her core...
she looked like you.
In this poem, I twisted Sammy's 'freaky psychic powers' so that he could also see the.. I guess physical looks of someone's true soul? Like, John is a thorny dieing rose bush, or something? It's what Sam sees, get it? Not really, but it doesn't really matter. This is probably the only Supernatural thing I will write. You know that it's ridiculously difficult to write printable stuff? I have a bunch of stuff, but I'm not all that much up to posting it. Anyway... R&R!!!!! Pwease///puppy dog eyes///