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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

[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. :)