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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
Bury GodOne day God created man
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
PanicThis might sound weird,
But does anyone else have that one song that comes on
And your entire body just
Like, it's a perfectly good song,
No frighting lyrics or anything
But still the very intro causes your stomach to tense
At first unable to identify the source of the problem
Then as you hear the drops of piano
That lay as calmly as dew on a spider web
And you realize it's happening again
Memories come back to haunt you
A flash back brought on by a simple series of sounds
Memories you don't want to relive flow through your mind like a river
Tearing your fingers off of the cliff of sanity you've been gripping on to for so long
Ripping you away into the unknowable and unforgivable darkness
You curl up
Knowing that whatever is happening isn't real
It isn't real
It isn't real
but it feels so real
Slowly you come back to yourself
Gathering up the broken pieces and fashioning them together with crazy glue
Stitching the fabric b
No, I'm Not AliveI can feel my heart beating
But I know I'm not alive
Because what is a beating heart worth
When it only pumps acid through my veins?
When my pulse only rises,
For vicious intentions?
My heart is beating-
I know this for sure.
But it only beats with envy-
this is true, too.
For madness, solely,
the thought of inflicting pain.
No, I'm not alive.
But my heart is beating, still,
I'm just an empty shell,
a body without a will.
The Revenge of AdamIt's not the heart that aches,
rather the heart feels hollow and void.
And with every unwelcomed beat that mocks my acute misery,
the wanted hope for silence is destroyed.
The pain is within my entire core;
straining against an imprisoning cage.
It’s as if the angel of my Adam is avenging the rib I've dishonoured;
pressing down on it with an unforgiving rage.
It punishes the breath that breathed life to sullied vows;
furiously exacting a righteous vendetta.
It's relentless weight crushing my insides,
seemingly wanting the bone to sever.
And from the shards of our broken unity,
shall the piercing of my ready heart finally come.
For only then will the avenging angel show mercy,
as my Adam's vengeance will be done.
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
Great Big WorldThe feelings that rip me to shreds
Leading me into the nothing,
Tell me how far I am leaving you behind,
While I cut these meaningless threads?
So long now that I’ve known,
So many times I’ve tried to sow the tear in your heart.
Tell me where I’ve gone wrong
While I set this pride aside.
I let you in and gave you pieces
But the time just keeps going on
And tonight is my last drink to these sorry days
If I have to admit that you’ve won.
If there’s one thing I have to hear from you,
It’s to be true and that “I’m in love with you.”
But I’ll keep smiling, while inside I’m dying,
Because I’m the one who made you stop trying.
“I can’t be the one you needed me to be”
It’s scribbled in red on this glass paper that I wrote for you.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you.”
It’s scribbled in red on these shadows that lurk in my heart.
I let you in and gave you pieces
But the tim
I'm so sorryYou don’t belong to me anymore. Soon I won’t be the first thing you think about in the morning or the last one at night. I will be forgotten because I was just another one while you will be remembered as my first. I wasn’t your first love, I won’t be your last. Maybe you will remember me as the one who knew more about a clothing piece than I knew about society.
I am truly sorry I caused you so much pain and left you with exactly what you expected. I am sorry I wasn’t the flawless goddess you thought I was.
It might not seem like it but I did what was best for all of us. In a valiant try to save you from getting too hurt I hurt myself. Are you happier now? You do your best to delete me from your life while I do my best to get along with my actions. Our old conversations are gone, did you forget me? Did it help?
I have no rights to miss you.
I have no rights to ask for forgiveness.
The next time you see me I will look like a forgotten memory. Faded in
Walking AwayEverything we touch surely dies
While the light turns low
And your left on the streets with a simple cry
With all those feelings you never wanted to show.
Love comes so fast and leaves with a snap,
When you loved her too much
And her hands weren’t in yours,
You know you loved her when she starts to go.
Killing yourself with memories while you look back,
Those tears make you a beautiful disaster,
Sitting at home by the empty phone
Is the hollow ring you wait for in the silence.
We would change anything for happy ever after,
Instead we’re caught between the beautiful and disaster
Waiting for someone to take us home on our endless journey,
On the first page of our last story.
Empty threats with no starting battles,
While you start the fire
And the pain is splattered on the walls,
With the wicked definition of irony.
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.
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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