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A Thousand Year's Alone (Luna's Descent)My story begins when daylight dimsA Thousand Year's Alone (Luna's Descent) by ~blueturtlebro
Light snuffed out by this darkness of mine
Living in shadows of my sisters sin
I extended the darkness to all ponykind
But my gift was received with horrified screams
They were blind to the beauty of shadows sublime
And so the elected to send us away
For only in light could they see the divine
At first I wept for what I had left
For kingdom and sister I yearned
But with each passing day my anger it grew
A thousand years gone for one lesson to learn?
Why is it alright for then to shun night?
When the day is enjoyed all the while
Why should I see still beds and closed eyes?
Instead of the joy in a filly's s
PainPain.Pain by ~blueturtlebro
Festering, eternal pain.
You may try to change it.
But it will not go away.
Every day that passes
Shows you it's here to stay
So you hide it deep inside you
And tell them it's okay
As the actor lying still
Make them believe in what you say
But it's still a lie.
A life in gray.
And underneath,
It festers still.
In the empty hours
With time to fill.
Happiness.
The terror is real.
And all you have
Is time to kill
FriendSing me a songFriend by ~blueturtlebro
Oh fellow troubled soul
Tell me a tale
Give me a show
Tell me your tragedy
To lessen my own
And lend ear to mine
So my pain can be shown
Perhaps if we share
Our sorrows together
We can go through as one
And the storm will be weathered
And hopefully light will soon shine through
A shoulder to lean on and a friendship true
PatternsI,Patterns by ~blueturtlebro
I
am
one
being.
Searches
Always for deep
thoughts. Patterns in our
lives to bring meaning to the meaningless
Though I wonder whether the meaning truly lies within the pattern
Or if I've given meaning by applying the pattern to the object. Perhaps there is no meaning at all. It depends.
You could say
That
The pattern has beauty
That
The meaning is irrelevant to
The beauty of the form. But beauty is subjective
But then, meaning is as well
Both rely
On perception of the audience
Where is constant meaning?
Everything has meaning to someone.
Each man
Will find his own way in life
And
His own meaning from that is found
Perhaps
We stop looking
Sta.sh
