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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
Fly little childChild of air and light
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
I am a turtleI am a turtle
with the waters of hope
to keep me alive
and hardened to the touch
to protect a soft core.
I am a turtle
wrinkled, wrangled and dry
with a home on my back
and the world before my eyes
slowly growing nearer.
Lipstick Stained KissesMy best friend used to tell me
"Leslie Dianne, I love you and I hate you
all in the same breath."
I didn't understand what he meant.
So I shut him up with lipstick stained kisses
that tasted like my last cigarette.
He was the first boy I ever loved.
Since we were children we made blanket forts,
we played outside and counted the stars.
We both had troubled childhoods.
Left with the bitterness of abandonment, and the memories of verbal abuse
we looked in all the wrong places for love and comfort.
I was 14 years old when I learned that happiness is found at the bottom of a bottle.
Instead of making blanket forts we poured shots.
Slippery nipples, kamikaze's, Irish car bombs, liquid cocaine, screaming orgasms, tequila slammers, you name it me poured that shit and let me tell you,
I can slam down shots like I slam fucking poetry.
but now instead of playing outside we played with each other, no longer able to count the stars because we couldn't see past our blurry double vision, sky in a haz
Shattered StarsBroken glass shines under streetlamps like glittering stars,
Like distant lights from far away,
Pulled from their seat in the heavens,
What force could of pulled these stars from their places?
Razor sharp beauty, glittering like forsaken diamonds,
Dashed apon the ground.
Refracted a thousand times,
In the tiny mirrors,
Each with it's own reflection,
A thousand copies of me in the glass.
As I leave, the shards twinkle behind me.
Shattered stars smashed apon the concrete.
Mean StreetsHe walks the streets from day to night,
surviving the chaos that looms left to right.
Small children cry to him for his sack lunch,
and he cries too while they solemnly munch.
Every corner bringing a new reason to hide,
and fear the laws he knows he must abide.
Surrounded by frustration, agony and decay,
and people who don't deserve to live this way.
He walks to get work he know he won't find,
every day is a journey to the unemployment line.
Each man standing from the front to the back,
all don their own form of veterans cap.
They have fought for their country and end up here,
broken and defeated and determined to persevere.
The dirt and the filth is what its all come down to,
and he wonders if he'll ever get through...
He bows his head and mouths a silent prayer,
in hopes that someone above will wake up and care.
He longs to wake up to a world filled with green,
where the streets are not darkened and mean.
He longs to see past the blackened smoke stacks,
past the dying children and
A Noble WarHow noble and proud the government's must be,
to stick to there principles as the innocents flee.
How stedfast and honourable dispite the misery they cause,
to see such suffering yet carry on without pause.
How brave and courageous as there missiles fly,
to stick to there guns as children die.
How righteous and happy there ghosts must be,
to haunt the rubble in there land's of the free.
EpitaphWhen you're psychologically unstable
You need somebody there who can help you turn the tables
And who is able to hold on when you feel like letting go
When you think you could disappear and noone would even know
I was alone and in the shadows
Tracing scars and making cuts
Trying to live, but all for what?
I don't want others to ever feel the same
I want them to find comfort when they see my name
You may not think so but I believe I could save a lot of lives
I'm a victim of self harming and guess what - I survived.
I had no purpose, felt no end
My lonliness was my best friend
For years I fought and mostly lost
Sometimes I'd win, but at such cost
It's cliche`, I'll be the first to admit it
But I want to help
That's why I submitted
This is the something that means everything if I could make you understand
I just want to be the person who reaches back into the blackness for another victims hand
I don't want the money, the subscribers or the fame
I just want c
AbuseIs this even friendship?
I have no cuts and scars to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
I have no bruises or broken bones to prove the abuse
But it is still abuse.
But I can assure you
the cuts and scars and bruises are within.
Secrets are hidden from me
Lies are told to me
But is there any love for me?
My energy is being drained
My mind is being played with
My emotions are just a game
I am being manipulated.
It's been going on for too long
My anxiety and depression gets the best of me
That I often get abdominal pains.
I may not be hurting on the outside
But it hurts very much inside.
As I am hurting, my love for this friend of mine slowly
Is this emotional abuse?
the colorblind artist.My reasons are all metaphors
That rhyme is not a part of
And it becomes difficult to put
Myself at peace
With the puzzle that I am a part of
Because each notion becomes
Like a simile as each sensible choice
Becomes like an analogy
When everything I see becomes
A proverbial verse of insight for
The blind man scared of the dark
And my moments of clarity are
The trees seen before the forest
That are used to ink down my
Last sane thoughts
Under a sky which we reach for
In hopes of shining as bright as
Them when in truth,
They have already burnt out
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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