The Trials I Chose (SPN)

Hullo! Clara here, with another SPN poem for you all. Spoilers for Season 8. Enjoy!

Poem by: Clara Pond

Out with the old, 

And in with the new.

Throw out the false,

Come back with the true.

I'm burning away

The darkness inside.

I've become better

With each tear I've cried.

This isn't suffering,

It's righteous pain.

Think of all

The things I will gain!

These trials are healing,

Not hurting, I believe.

And so I don't wish

For any reprieve.

It has to get worse

Before it gets better.

Please make my heart

Lighter than a feather.

Take all my body,

Take all my soul,

And of these husks of life,

Make something whole.

Father, accept me

Not for who I am,

But for who I can become,

A much better Sam.

And Dean, please see

That after this is done,

I won't be a monster,

The humanity will've won.

I've wanted nothing more

Than a second chance.

An open door, 

A sturdier stance.

And now these trials

Have given me hope.

I looked up the cliff

and grabbed onto the rope.

Every day I'm climbing 

Closer into the light.

Only gold forever,

It's a wonderful sight.

Not a splotch of the black

That roils under my skin.

Making me vile,

Cursed with this sin.

But I feel it leaving,

That demon's touch fading.

And for its demise

I'm just patiently waiting.

So bring on the trials

and I'll do my best.

To become truly human,

I'd take any test.

And I will succeed,

There's no room to fail.

For I have to believe

That good will prevail.

Time To Play (SPN)

Hullo! Clara Pond again, with another Supernatural poem for you all! Spoiler alert for Season 7, by the way. Enjoy!

Poem by: Clara Pond

(Cover by me... HA. NO. Cover by Emily Ecrivaine, as usual.)

(Based on the Supernatural episode Hello, Cruel World)

Hello Sammy,

My favorite son.

Why don't we 

Have a little fun? 

Oh now, darling, 

Don't you cry. 

Daddy will tell you

Why you'll want to die. 

You see, I will

Always stay by your side. 

Can't escape yourself, 

And there's nowhere to hide. 

Think you've gone mad? 

Well, I'm afraid that's true. 

I mean, great for me, 

But terrifying for you. 

Oh, how you hate me! 

What are you angry for? 

I gave you such power, 

A place in my biggest War! 

I love you so much, 

Raised you behind the scenes. 

I even taught you that 

Everything's not as it seems. 

Oh, now you're shooting! 

Oh Sam, don't you know? 

I'm inside your grapefruit,  

And it's not my time to go. 

See, the only way 

To get rid of me

Is to kill yourself,

But even then you're not free. 

No, I'll just meet you 

When you check in downstairs. 

Because, little Sammy, 

I'm a Father who cares. 

One way or another 

You'll return to your home. 

Maybe with Dean, 

Or just all on your own. 

However you come, 

I'll be here with open arms. 

And then I will have you 

Without any of your friends' charms. 

But until our reunion,

I'll just visit this way. 

Passing by to say hello

Up to your death day.

Pinocchio (SPN)

Clara Pond, here, with another SPN poem for you all! As Emily loves to boast, I've been completely sucked into the Supernatural fandom. I mean, how could I not be? It's just so awesome! Anyway, this is a poem I wrote for the... well, let's say "new" Sammy, at the beginnings of Season 6. If you haven't seen Season 6, SPOILERS AHEAD!

Poem by: Clara Pond

(Cover, as always, by Emily Ecrivaine)

(Based on the Supernatural episode Clap Your Hands If You Believe)

They say I'm not human,

Without a feeling heart.

Robotic, monster, freak,

They don't know where to start.

But they don't understand,

The freedom the soulless gain.

True, I'm not one of them,

But I don't care to be the same.

Pinocchio doesn't want to be

A real boy anymore.

Because now he's figured out

What new things are in store.

He can do such evil deeds

That he used to dread and fear.

But now he's finally seen the light,

Knows how the darkness is so near.

Why should he care for others,

When all they do is crawl and hide?

They're weak, like he once was,

Before he took a little Hell ride.

The soul is such a heavy thing,

It makes us cry and laugh and love.

But the pain it came with burned,

Made me pray to The Lord above.

Now that Lucifer's set me free,

It's him I should thank every night.

For ending old Sammy's torture,

For ending dear Sam's brutal fight.

Those feelings are the curse we bear

As God's most loved playthings.

He likes to watch our struggles,

See the feelings his decision brings.

The decision was to give us hurt

In the form of a wretched soul.

It made me care for brother Dean so,

And in my heart he burned a hole.

It grew with each time I saw him die,

Or loathe me, or scream out hate.

Every time he wasn't the one I knew,

When he started to follow his Fate.

But now that hole is gone,

Filled up with all my hunting dreams.

Because Sam no longer cares

About the innocent's dying screams.

And that 'bond of family'

Was cut along with my caring.

My life is my own,

And I'm not interesting in sharing.

The Feels Never Bothered Me Anyway (A Frozen Parody)

The scene pans out as the character dies,

Not a glimmer of hope to be seen--

Unless the show is cancelled,

I hope a fake-out is routine;

I'm forced to linger with this swirling storm inside--

I can't help myself, heaven knows I've tried...

Don't get attached, just let them go—

For heaven's sake, it's just a show!

They're actors, paid to make a scene—

But they're real to me!!!!!

Let it out! Let it out!

Can't hold it in any more!

Let it out! Let it out!

I don't have to be so sore!

I don't care what they have in store!

Let the show move on!

The feels never bothered me anyway!

It's funny how good scripting

Can make me feel so strong!

It's sheer manipulation,

And it's why I wrote this song!

It's time to realize my feels,

I've reached the limit, I can't deal!

You've killed him off, just for the views—

I feel so used!

Let it out! Let it out!

Let's just admit I cried!

Let it out! Let it out!

My brain and heart are fried!

Why did you make me like this guy?

How can life go on?

Emotions flurry every time I see his face;

I'm fantasizing rescues from that unfair coup de grace!

In memes and fanfiction, I've found my happy place!

I'm never going back! I've joined the Fandom Race!!
 

Let it out! Let it out!

Our freak flag's flying high!

Let it out! Let it out!

The best ones ne'er say die!!

Here I stand as the music fades

Screaming in the dark...

The feels get the best of me every time. 

© Leslie Conzatti

Normal?!

        

         Hi, everybody! So I know that the song 'Royals' has been done to death, really I do. Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not actually a hermit and I don't live under a rock. (It's actually a turtle shell...but who's keeping score?) So here is the poem I have subtitled Another Royals Parody (for that is what it is) and it is dedicated to all my fellow geeks, nerds, fanboys, fangirls, or whatever you wish to label yourself as. Enjoy!

You know Buffy’s my drug of choice

You know I spent my savings on all the posters

And if my eyes seem kinda moist

I’ve just got off Moffat’s rollercoaster

So don’t you tease about dating, romance, ‘obsessing’ over hedgehogs

Fake geek girls, why I don’t go for your heartthrobs

I don’t care! I’m fighting Klingons in my dreams

And you know I like X-Men, Firefly, Star Wars, Supernatural

Fred and George, Frodo, and of course Gabriel

Don’t you know? They’ve been my friends for many years!

And I’ll never be normal (normal)

It’s not compatible with my blood

That kind of life is not for me

I crave a different cup of tea

I’ll be your dungeon master (master)

Know every line of Merlin

And, mocker, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I'll rule

‘Cause normal’s so boring

My friends and I talk through chat rooms

We share spoilers and have virtual parties

And everyone who knows us knows

Stay out of our way after a SuperWhoLock finale!

The fandom life is made up of sobs and sniffles and smiles

The sniffles win out, but we’d walk 500 miles

Just to be at ComiCon in person, yeah

And we improve our minds writing fanfic, doing fanart and cosplay

Learning Elvish, crying over soufflés

And that’s okay, because we do it as a team

And we’ll never be normal (normal)

That’s illogical indeed

‘Cause Narnia's calling our name

And World of Warcraft’s a great game

Let’s all bond over music (music)

Weird Al or The Beatles?

And that’s how we roll, we roll, we roll, we roll

We also hunt Internet Trolls

Ooh ooh oh

I just don’t know what we would do

Without friends that stick just like glue

Ooh ooh oh

Close as brothers and sisters

Tributes, Potterheads, Whovians, Ringers

My friends are not real friends you say?

Is that because we met online through our writing?

And ‘cause at the end of the day

We have each other’s backs when feels threaten drowning?

Oh now you’ve gone way too far, that’s not cool, did your mother teach you manners?

*Reach for wand and phaser and my best screwdriver*

I know ways to hide your salted and burnt corpse, dude!

Insult me all you want but you’d better leave my friends alone

See? This is why geeks so often sit at home

Don’t you see? If this was about sports buddies, I’d be rude!

Because that would be normal (normal)

But it’s kinda pointless anyway

Because that word is so cliché

A setting on your dryer, they say

And just because we have Vulcans (Vulcans)

Doesn’t make us better than you

But at least we’re not rude, not rude, not rude, not rude

Which is more than we can say for you

©Emily Ecrivaine (2014)

Gabriel's Last Plea (SPN)

Poem by: Clara Pond

(The cover is by (need I even say it at this point?) Emily Ecrivaine.) 

(Poem based on the Supernatural episode Hammer of the Gods)

We are all God's children,

These humans share so much with us.

But you want to hurt our siblings, 

Turn them into ash and dust. 

Tell me, big brother, please,

What have these people done to you? 

They were barely born

When from Heaven's sky you flew. 

How can you claim they are petty 

When all you feel is jealousy? 

They, too, have scars and honor,

How different can they truly be? 

And I side with our Father 

In saying they're better than the Host. 

They can feel so much more,

Mourning each and every ghost. 

Forgiveness isn't easy, but,

They manage to find it, unlike we. 

Their love for each other binds them, 

Even blinds them, so they can't see. 

You can say they've destroyed each other,

But, dear brother, we've done that, too!

Angels killings angels in endless fighting, 

So gruesome that I fear I must kill you. 

You should protect your younger siblings, 

Not make sure that they die. 

Tell them of peace and right and wrong, 

Sing them to sleep with a lullaby. 

I learned all my tricks from you, 

You could've taught them marvelous things. 

But now your entrance is darkness, 

Cloaking the evil that it brings. 

I know that you'll never love them

As much as you love me. 

But, though I'll die, I have to try

And, from you, set my siblings free.