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A Thousand Year's Alone (Luna's Descent)My story begins when daylight dims
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 smile
All I ever see is ethereal dreams!
And none see my painful cries
If they tell themselves blame should lie with me
Then they tell themself only lies!
Damned be the fool who could be this cruel!
If this is their plan then for it they'll burn!
It is they who deserve this great vengeful wrath!
For they send a pony and a nightmare returns!
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.
It festers still.
In the empty hours
With time to fill.
The terror is real.
And all you have
Is time to kill
FriendSing me a song
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
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
The pattern has beauty
The meaning is irrelevant to
The beauty of the form. But beauty is subjective
But then, meaning is as well
On perception of the audience
Where is constant meaning?
Everything has meaning to someone.
Will find his own way in life
His own meaning from that is found
We stop looking for one meaning
Universal truth to be found
To try to prove ourselves correct
Let us just live
And we shall all find our own one meaning.
First StepsYou crawl. You’ve always crawled; it’s all you’ve ever known, all you were ever capable of. So bestial, feral, dragging yourself from place to place on bare knuckles like you were still one of the apes. For a moment you stop to inspect your hands, they smell of the ground and filth you’ve moved through. They’re sticky and specked with various bits of unidentifiable stuff. They’re a reflection of the lowliness of your locomotion.
It’s been long enough, you decide. No more will you dirty your hands with the scum of the earth! No more will you suffer the shame, the perspective of a beast! You are human! You will stand! With a great push against the ground, and all your strength, you find yourself on two feet.
An overwhelming sense of vertigo overtakes you. The world wobbles and spins around you. You feel dizzy. Everything is unstable, unsure, unknown. Your perspective has changed entirely. Those things you were equal with you now tower above, and
In WonderA darkened night and clouded sky
No stars or moon to guide me by
I walk and breathe a weary sigh
At what conspires beyond my sight
I think to things beyond these skies
Past our patient searching eyes
Without the binds of mortal ties
Controlling the fates that guide our lives
Not just the skies and seas and plains
More than winds and torrential rains
Every single happy day
And all our sorrows and all our pains
I look up and see how weak we are
I see we only reach so far
I'm stuck on ground, with roads and cars
Staring up at blazing stars
But though there's little we can do
Our power is there and it is true
To those above we're a motley crew
But I'm happy looking up with you
And as those skies are torn asunder
By cracks of lighting and roars of thunder
I'll forget our worries and our blunders
I'll sit with you and watch
The Old Run Down HouseThe old run down house
You've seen it before
With peeling paint
And heavy door,
A heavier lock to keep it secure
And blinds, drawn shut,
So you see no more.
You look for a moment
But can't linger, you're sure
No, you do not stay
And you spare no thought for
Those still inside.
The downtrodden, and poor.
It's not your place to see
And less your place to know,
Nor their place to share
Not a life to show
Your worry is groundless
They'll just watch you go
You hold no no hope to them
You spare no thought, and so
And continue on their own
You cannot help them
They are alone
You did not think
Didn't consider, no
That the old run down house
Was an old run down home
LossI once believed in a life sublime
When all was wonder and the world was kind
It was so beautiful, but fragile
A world like glass
Then one day it shattered and fell from my grasp
Lost friends to the world and lives to the asp
The old world was a relic
Nine tenths collapsed
With each passing day it continued to fade
Every life changed and achievement it made
Drowned itself in endless sea
Of time passed
I wonder what I'm trying to gain
By living in sorrow and ignoring the pain
Of a world that only forgets itself
It cannot last
Black is the world that came to this
The point where ignorance would truly be bliss
I only wish I could leave it behind
And live in its past
The Things I've LostI lost my sight
In a world
Of ephemeral light
Hiding a sea of glass
Which I willfully dived into
In the hopes to grab the stars
Reflected in those mirrors.
I lost my heart
In a fantasy
Of perfected eternity
Guising the struggles and pain
Which are wrought
From such delusion
Of true hardened love.
I lost my soul
In a frozen hell
I've lost the right to leave.
My demons tie me down
And I hold them close
For they're the only things
Which bring me warmth.
And I live
In this silent torture
Of my own selfish design
In the hopes
These things I've lost
Will one day be returned to me.
This Is Not A PrayerGod
I write this to you,
This is not a prayer
Not such an inconsequential waste of air,
I can hardly breathe
From on all the prayers
Wasted on your ears,
From how long I've knelt at your feet.
This is a letter
Sent from a grieving sinner
Whilst still clutching the hand
You stole from him
Two hands ,in fact,
One so small
I hardly noticed
When it ceased clutching me.
I write this to ask
Not to pray
As prayers seem to have no worth to you
Surely not mine at least.
I ask only
That you return them to me.
Let me clutch these hands
Till they might return my grasp.
Because as I am right now
I doubt, I could ever let them go.
I write this
Not to pray but to beg
Give them back to me.
Give them back.
I can't let them go.
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
16 yearsDear Mom and Dad…
For 16 years, you took care of me.
For 16 years, you fed me and treated me with love, care and kindness.
For 16 years, you listened to whatever was on my mind.
For 16 years, you helped me through the rough times, and showed me the brighter side of life.
For 16 years, you still kept me, even if I was different and not like other kids.
For 16 years, we had arguments that were later solved with apologies, hugs and kisses.
For 16 years, you taught me how to always be nice to people, even if they weren’t nice back.
For 16 years, you spent your hard-earned money on gifts for me and my big brother.
And that is the reason…
Why I love you…
I love Mom and Dad…
I hope you never EVER leave me…
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
Do not love me because you doDo not love me because I'm pretty
Do not love me because I'm single
Do not love me because I'm easy
Do not love me based on love at first sight
Do not think you know me so well
Love me for myself
Stay with me if you think I'm worth your time
Cuddle with me when I'm scared to lose you
Fight for me when I silent myself
Care less when I show my disgusting self
Act strange and weird with me
Be silly when I need a laugh
Do whatever you can to prove yourself
Just do not love me because I'm pretty
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Love and JoyLove
Comes, won't go
Don't know it til you feel it, but when you feel it you don't know
Somehow uncertain, yet true
So I stay here with you
Don't know where I'm going but I know where I am
So what if it's a sham?
We may be dazed
But we are not fazed
We are uncertain but happy still
All the rest is blanks to fill
Some will ask us "What is love?
When joy and cheer we hold above
And in each other that we gained
Despite the hardship and the pain
There is joy
Love is uncertain
Joy is true
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