Have you met Ted?

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My first time doing this. I'm not saying that every poem will be a hit, but I will be writing anyway.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural




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Here's one I really enjoyed writing.

Two men, each a brother
Who live and die for the other.

One has a mark
That could turn him dark.

The other searches for a cure
To keep his brother pure.

Heaven has kept tight
Secrets that have come to light.

While Hell just sits back,
Waiting for the time to attack.

Will they beat their fate?
They've only been fighting since season eight.

Everything they do is magical;
This is Supernatural!
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural




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New poem!

Topic: Back Stabbing

What is this feeling?
I've felt it before.
I never thought a smile
Could hide a lie like this.

I felt the knife
After it had been placed.
The hilt sticking out
For everyone to see.

Others are on my side
I've been treated unjust.
They offer me their help
To right the wrongs done me.

How could I have known?
That having been betrayed
Might be the best thing
To show me my friends.

Now people see your faces.
They are surely surprised
That you would dare
To to spout more lies.

You expected me to cry,
You said quite plain.
But not a single tear
Has escaped my eyes.

I'm stronger now
A bit more smart.
I saw through your deception
Even though I played along.

Now I have friends
Both in high and low places.
I will not regret
Seeing both your faces.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural




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Here's one from today. It's meh, but it'll do.

Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI9Rsq_U9wY

White. All I see is white before my eyes.
The cold seeps into my bones,
Causing tears to slide down my face.

My legs burn from running to you.
Roots and rocks cause me to stumble,
Forcing me to the ground.

Then, I feel it.
Your hand softly caresses my face,
Wiping the tears away.

I stare into your eyes,
And see swirling shades of blue.
I feel like I'm dancing.

I drift up and away
Seeing the start of a new day,
The sun kisses the Earth.

As our lips meet,
A final tear slips my eye,
And I continue to dance in the sky.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural



“All stories are true," Skarpi said. "But this one really happened, if that's what you mean.”
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind