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[whitereflection]

So a funny thing about the latest spnland_media challenge (013: roses are red, violets are blue). I've been waiting for a poetry challenge since this round started. But my spnland participation has really sucked lately. Sporadic is being generous (I'm one of the reasons Team Hell keeps coming in like third even though our members place, because of low participation points >_> ). But the poetry one, I *swore* to myself if I didn't enter, I'd punch myself in the face. And...let's just say I was hours away from having to do that.

Anyway, two poems, one banner (♥). And no facepunching at this time. Also, isn't it awesome to read an entry after voting's all done and see typos? Adfkfjk.


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Title: roads
Subject: Sam Winchester
Pairing: Dean/Sam
Warnings: incest, sexual content
Notes: voted 1st place



You always thought your body was filled with blood
(and shadow and fire)
but your brother can tell you
there's highways in your veins
interstates in your arteries
and old, dirt-gravel country roads
in your capillaries in between
And he can tell you the path of each and every one
because he's the author-editor of your atlas.
Every night he draws and redraws the map that is you
over your skin
his palms and fingers surveying all your hills and plains and valleys
the warm of his lips pressing the cities and towns you passed that day
against your flesh.
Every day when he wants to know where he's going and where he's been,
he just looks at you
And that's why, during those years when you were gone,
you were both lost
because he's your atlas, too.

Up ahead the exit sign says "Winchester",
arrow pointing to where the edge of the earth meets the sky
You don't know if it's Virginia or Tennessee or
Indiana or Kentucky
or what
but the state isn't important, only the "Winchester" part is--
"Sam" for him, "Dean" for you.
And if those green and white signs say any other destination,
well, then those signs are lying.





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Title: License and Registration
Subject: The Impala
Pairing: none/gen
Warnings: none



Kansas is still what you think of as home
even though you were born up in Michigan. But
AZ, Arizona that is, that's the one that's your favorite to feel under your wheels,
sunwarm asphalt stroked beneath the only fingertips you'll ever have.

2 is the wrong sort of number, just
You and one other. Three, that's as low as you want the countdown to go.
5 is where it all began, in those paradise memory days.
Then it was the incomplete four of you, then the three of him and him and you.
Two is when it hurts. It's never been just one yet, or zero, you should be glad for that.
But three's the only number you want, if you can't have five.
Just not two. That's the worst,
because your doors won't curve to hold-hug the one left standing, no matter how hard you try to make them bend.

They consider themselves orphans,
Call themselves "long-forgotten sons". But they're
Not. They've still got you.
Adopted mother, foster mother, stepmother--they're your
Kids, and they always will be.
You've watched over them since before they were even born.

They're letting you fly, going
80 down I-80, and there's some sort of symmetry in that. They're after a
Qilin in Salt Lake City, or is it a Qiqirn in Cheyenne,
or maybe it's a Quinotaur in Toledo and you're all going the wrong way.
But that's okay if you are. You'll get there eventually; you've got all the time in the world now.
The important thing is that you're all together again, all
3 of you, for good this time.
And that's all that really matters.


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I personally prefer the second and thought it had a shot; I didn't think the first would even come close to placing. This correlates with something that's always been a problem for me--I can never tell if something I write works or not, at all. And my opinion of what I do almost always ends up the opposite of what others think. Very confusing.



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http://keerawa.livejournal.com/108208.html was an entry that I thought kicked ass. \o/ And coyotesuspect had two that I'm terribly fond of which I'll link to whenever she posts 'em to her journal. ♥

Comments

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

I adored both your poems, and I am so glad you placed. *voted for both of yours*

there's highways in your veins
interstates in your arteries
and old, dirt-gravel country roads
in your capillaries in between
And he can tell you the path of each and every one
because he's the author-editor of your atlas.

*happy sigh*

And I have no plans on publishing mine to my journal, but you're welcome to link them to where they're posted at [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], since those entries are unlocked. Thank you very much for the love though. ♥

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Okeydoke, I can link over there. That works. ♥ I like the way you write poetry, and hope you keep doing so. Too few people read poems, and way too few write them.

And thank you ♥ As was probably obvious, I voted for yours as well. Just glad no matter who was winning that the participation for that particular challenge was so good. That was one I was really hoping would get a decent number of entries (see my too few whining above. ^^; )

[coyotesuspect.livejournal.com]

*g* Thank you. It had actually been a pretty long time since I'd written any poetry, so this was kind of nervewracking. Maybe I'll continue to dip my toe in that pool though. I do love to read poetry though; I wish more people did it.

The participation was fantastic! I was so glad to see such a high turnout. We'll definitely be doing another poetry challenge next Apocalypse. :)

[jojothecr.livejournal.com]

roads
First place well deserved. It's really beautiful! :) ♥

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Thank you, thank you. ♥!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

The first one is brilliant, but the second one almost made me cry, lol. Awesome job, bb.

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Wow, thanks so much! ♥ That's the sort of compliment I wish I could hug. :) Rock on.

Also, whenever I see you use that icon, I keep getting nostalgia for that show. Didn't watch it a ton, but watched some. XD;

[essene.livejournal.com]

I loved both of these SO MUCH. They're wonderful. SO MUCH.

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Thank youuuuuuuuuu~! \o/ ♥♥♥ Really glad you liked. :)

[zuben-eschamali.livejournal.com]

As a map geek, I have to say that I adore the first one. Those states all have a "Winchester" in them, right?

Every day when he wants to know where he's going and where he's been,
he just looks at you

So true, no matter which one of them the "you" is. Very nice!

[keerawa.livejournal.com]

Those states all have a "Winchester" in them, right?
OMG, I totally missed that!

Whitereflection, please let me say again how much I love these two poems. You capture that unique road-trip feel of the show, make it a part of their reality.

Every night he draws and redraws the map that is you
over your skin
Mmmmm, so gorgeous.

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥ Argh, I'm spamming you with hearts again. But I can't help it. Thank you, thank you, so much. Those are just the best compliments, truly. I really, really appreciate it, very much. I'll never be the sort to land multiple pages of comments for writing, but if I can just manage a few people or even just one that feel some prose or poem is meaningful to them, then that means I did something right. *hugs* Thanks again. :)

[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

Those states all have a "Winchester" in them, right?

Indeed they do. :) So awesome someone picked up on that! \o/ I just had to see what showed up when I did a "city of Winchester" search in Google.

And thank you so much ♥ Very much appreciate that you read them, but also that you noticed those bits.

[paxlux.livejournal.com]

Your tongue stutters a
road map along his skin that
will not wash away


She spins her wheels for
them; her heart growls for them and
only them, always.