#elliot.poetry
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baptized in blood,
it drips from my nose
with no absolution.
what if it was easy?
Dean Winchester - patron saint of the weary
~
for my beloved Sana @sobernatural celebrating 2k
prompt: young Dean
inprnt / redbubble
#he's lost and tired and doesn't know where to go#he is weary. and this ain't no place for the weary kind#he's baptized. but the water isn't clean#sketch.art#spn art#spn fanart#sobernatural2k#young dean winchester#dean fanart#wincesties dni#kitchencule#castiellesbian#seraphcastiel#becauseofthebowties#archervale#cowboycoven#spncentral#yes I'm reusing an old poem but it was rotating in my head#the whole time I was making this#elliot.poetry#fun fact. this shot was the first one I tried to do with white charcoal#i started it over though cuz it was so terrible lmao. he looked like an alien
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I lost my faith.
a gilded angel
fading into a mortal being
melts under the weight of
this soul
too heavy to bear.
.
head lifted towards heaven
with eyes shut -
whether it be in prayer
or defiance
I could not say,
but they never lend their gaze
to those iron-clad pearly gates
.
halo fading into my skin -
scalding anointment accepted with grace
and mourning,
for this holy torment
remains a blessed assurance
that I once had purpose
in this hollow vessel
-e.g.
#this has been in my wip folder for MONTHS but I finally figured it out oh my god#the way his halo melts but he almost looks like he's in bliss#sketch.art#castiel#castiel art#spn art#spn fanart#trueform cas#spn poetry#elliot.poetry#kitchencule#castiellesbian#becauseofthebowties#seraphcastiel#tuserpris#spxcekya
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kneeling before this gilded Altar
erected over a decade of longing
my God reaches forth
guides my lapsed soul with His own devout hand
.
oh blissful is this holy touch!
tracing the scars of my vessel
in reverence of my body's past inflictions
and remnants of my truest choices,
which He views to be most beautiful.
.
the sky holds no answers
for my deity reigns here on earth,
His eyes adorning me with equal adoration
until once again We are falling,
falling, falling into this sacred ritual of
requited worship.
.
soft skin illuminated in bronze light -
psalms uttered in the air between Our lips
as bodies entwined are raised in exaltation,
the sum of Us congregating to at last reach
that glorious peak of Our love incarnate
.
The Church of Castiel and Dean Winchester - E.G
#it's all about them seeing eachother as perfect and holy#and the perfection of these gilded bodies being more beautiful with these scars#the bodies they’ve formed for themselves#purposely wrote this to be either Dean or Cas pov because they both feel this way#sketch.art#elliot.poetry#kitchencule#destiel#deancas#spn art#spn fanart#destiel art#destiel fanart#seraphcastiel#castiellesbian#mdni#spn poetry#destiel poetry#transnatural#trans dean
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Jukebox plays another sad song.
Just a scratched record and
a dusty needle that skips
over and over,
as the singer is trapped
in his despair of loneliness
.
A gathering of broken dreamers
with nowhere left to fall;
so submerged in their wells
of regret, they cannot save
the man trapped in the vinyl -
they cannot hear him
.
The waitress ghosts a smile
as I ask her to change the song.
It's always like this.
Pages from Dean's sketchbook - 2002
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1k celebration: alone
#lonely people only united by the space around them#immortalized in the ink from the pen Dean borrowed from a waitress#he's alone.#all these people have gathered. nowhere else to go#they're so lost that they cannot save themselves. let alone another#Dean is trapped. stuck in the loop created by his father. but nobody can hear him. nobody can save him#it's always like this#oh look at all the lonely people#huckleberry art#justcastiel1k#dean's sketchbook#artist dean#artist!dean#spn art#spn fanart#wincesties dni#young dean winchester#spn poetry#elliot.poetry#sketch.art
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- somewhere in Nebraska. 1997 -
so this is it
the “great America” -
just another place
to rest my weary soul
that never resolves to wake
without the company of screams
and the blood soaked reminder
that I can never go home...
(unfinished) pages from Dean’s sketchbook
#sketch.art#elliot.poetry#there are countless unfinished drawings in his sketchbook#unable to be somewhere long enough to finish capturing what he sees#rushed off to the next random place in the country#seeing the entire country but never able to look back#never finishing a sketch once it is interrupted#because he can never look back#never rest#never go home#just continually brush off the reminders of what cannot be - and what unfortunately is#yeahhh a lot of thought goes into these... I have thousands of thoughts about young Dean Winchester#Tumblr image sizing my BELOATHED#literally this looked so much better before posting it#whenever I use fine line work (which is almost always??) it just destroys it#fucking hell#huckleberry art#artist!Dean#artist Dean#Dean's sketchbook#spn art#spn fanart#young dean winchester#young dean#stanford era dean#teenage dean#dean winchester#wincesties dni#rambleoncas#spn poetry
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