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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
Tell me you see meTell me you see me...
Not the boy smiling
in the reflection of your eyes,
the green pool which
he had so readily dived into.
No, not that pathetic imitation
of joyful emotion
the authentic personification
lying at that boy's feet.
Can't you see me?
I imagine I must be there
though within the pool
of your eyes
I can only find
that deceiving mask of an individual,
from that disgusting imitation of joy.
Come you must see!
I am here!
Not the boy you see standing
but instead the boy
holding the floor
it offers me the comfort of closeness,
the boy shrouded in darkness
the obscurity that becomes him.
Tell me you see me.
Tell me you aren't bli
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
you lack the need to let go;
but i am enough of a burden for both of us.
my ribs are in debt
and my heart was foreclosed two days ago
i love you so.
and sometimes i wonder why
i am so dumb and numb
because it's you
MeThere is something so tragic about me,
Something so few people will ever see.
Partially because they refuse to view it,
And partly due to the fact I hide it.
Nobody I've asked understands this,
That my love is deep, not shallow,
Seeking to love deeply, not just a kiss.
I love so deeply that it's almost a crime,
Upon rejection, my heart does hard time,
In a jail in which feelings are locked away.
Because it makes me ache with every word I say,
Entirely angry, and just at myself.
Never seeking anything other than love,
Because it feels like my heart is an empty shelf.
A shelf on which I NEED something to hold,
So I could say to it all the thoughts untold.
I'm left now, going completely insane,
And every thought truly is my bane.
Cursing this cruel thing called love,
It only succeeds in making me hate myself more,
And always hurts me, leaving nothing but stress.
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Bleak empathyYour emotions cover my will in a sulfurous blanket
Even my thoughts trail off because I sense
What ache they are causing to you and I remain too weak
To confront the tumult of such feelings
That pinch my cheeks and my stomach
Reversing the bile to my throat and it's not out of friendship
That if I throw you into a pit of despair
Together with you I shall jump
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
on finding yourself.finding yourself feels a lot like losing yourself at first.
remember, that moment of free fall scares the shit out of everyone,
but part of becoming who you want to be is tearing up the foundations
and rewriting yourself.
it's facing down your demons instead of burying them,
it's learning how hard change is
change is the most difficult thing;
on the bad days,
keep your head up
remind yourself where you want to be
instead of hating who you are.
self-acceptance is a fragile thing,
learn to wear it on your breath
so it is the first thing you smell every morning
wear it in your ears
so you don't need to hear it from anyone else
say 'I am enough'
you are enough.
hold it up to the light and admire the way
it makes you grow like grass towards the sun.
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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