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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
Heartless......no moreShe needed space like the rest...
She left one instead in his chest...
Remained no heart to be broken
For the words already spoken,
From a confronted confess -
"You are so heartless"
Felt like his insides hollowed;
Felt like he was being followed,
By a black cloud o' lies
Rainin misery and despise.
Put up a wall and fences;
Brought up his defenses.
With pills and a session.
To himself he's confined
Else but heartbreak on his mind
A month or two passed by..
Facing the reality he's tryin to Deny.
Morbid memories he dismembers
And then he remembers....
To get somewhere wholehearted
The secret is getting started..
.. started with a day in the park
..couple o' hours before the dark
Alone in his own zone
Mathers chantin on the headphone
Caught somethin across the aisle
A beaming, beautiful smile.
More than just a few HEYs
Same went for a few day
Talked on and until late
Turned to a dinner at 8
Her beauty, grace and smile,
Life was again wort
My Love The ShipwreckMy love was a shipwreck deep under the sea,
a silent and watery prison for me.
With corners so silent and robes full of death,
and lips that could capture my every breath.
Fingers that groped quite like long strands of kelp,
dragging me down when I begged them for help.
A body as pale as a skeleton sunk,
wrapping me up in a tidewater trunk.
Dragging my tongue across decks made of night,
tangled in rigging that delayed my flight.
Dredging for anchors that didn't exist,
never quite knowing to cease and desist.
The crow's nest held views eternally blank.
Eyeglass-horizons so cloudy and dank.
Ghost-hunting sails without wind from afar,
with watery eyes staring up at the stars.
Drinking deep of a poison more potent than rum;
sobbing for gallows that just wouldn't come.
Walking on sandbars with no relative end,
fantastical promises just 'round the bend.
Screaming out into trenches as deep as the earth.
Discovering death when I wanted birth.
A face utterly haunting could drag me deep d
Let MeLet me touch your chest
To make sure your heart's beating.
Let me feel your breath
To make sure you're still breathing
Tell me how I look
To make sure you still see me.
Tell me sweet nothings
So I can think you still love me.
The Beating of a HeartThe beating of a heart,
Is more than just a sound,
It's the tune of a music hall,
Crowded all around.
The band takes its seats,
The conductor in his place,
A mysterious song,
Takes up a quickened pace.
Will this be in harmony?
Are we a strong duet?
Is this just a solo?
All I can do is fret.
The tempo of my heart,
Is beating out of time,
It's jumping from my soul,
And making my love rhyme.
Frustration surrounds me,
Staccato all around,
My heart's in double forte,
With each and every pound.
It turns into a waltz,
Then a jazzy tune,
This song is too confusing,
All I can do is swoon.
The song inside my heart,
A ballad of the best,
It's turning to allegro,
And running from my chest.
As the melody slows,
A fermata is all that stands,
The audience will pause,
Then join together all their hands.
Our tango was played well,
But I am at a loss,
What is this feeling?
My eyes feel quite cross.
The Only One LeftNobody wants you if you've beaten the block
But nobody wants the brand new
And you're constantly fighting the hands of the clock
Pretending you know what to do
And you're fooling yourself into feeling okay
And you smile every day when it hurts
Pretending the sunshine might clear up the rain
But the pretending rarely works
You can try to be brave and take on every leap
Hoping you might find the fall
But realising everyone is too far to reach
You still try but miss them all
Getting battered and bruised by the journey of love
Never finding the finished result
And just when you think that the world's had enough
It comes back with another assault
With the time passing by you're the only one left
And you're wishing for something to change
So you try with each heartbeat and every breath
But the sun still won't clear up the rain
Shadouge part 5Mierda…lo arruine todo parece que no tengo suerte pensaba mientras salía de la habitación
“Coronel Mark está bien como se siente quiere que lo ayude realmente lo siento no sé por qué shadow hizo eso ese tonto no se que le paso” dijo nerviosa rouge
“Jeje está bien hace mucho que no me golpean así, el tiene mucha fuerza, y si no te preocupes rouge yo estoy bien porque estoy acá contigo preciosa gracias por ayudarme jeje bueno mejor ya voy a ponerme algodón no quiero mancharme de sangre“dijo el coronel
“Está bien mark iré a buscar una enfermera, le avisare que lo revise y buscare a shadow hablare con el coronel adiós” dijo rouge con un tono triste
Adiós… mi sacerdotisa hermosa pensó mark
“Hola podrías ir a la habitación 115 a ver al coronel gracias enfermera“dijo rouge
Rouge empezó a caminar por todo el hospita
Shall I be a Shakespeare?Shall I be a Shakespeare
And compare you to a summers day?
Or be like any other poet
And draw comparisons between you and May?
I shall see you as the autumn months,
When leaves turn brown and fall.
The trees look much more beautiful
When clad in brazen pall.
Or perhaps you are the winter,
A snowflake that glitters with dawn.
Long nights of comfort before a fire.
A time to smile, instead of mourn.
They say these are both times of death,
Where no beauty can be found.
But beauty depends on where you look,
Even in steel-grey sky and iron-hard ground.
Though you hold not the fires of summer,
Nor the new life that's brought by spring,
The strength of winter and grace of autumn
Are greater, to me, than both those things.
You are a magnificent beauty
With a heart, supposedly, of gold.
But like the autumn, and the winter,
It's a shame you're just as cold.
Death and Wrath: The Twisted EmbraceDeath sat upon his chiselled throne
Wrath in hand
a prisoner, of chance
a lover, perhaps
Life seemed so senseless,
boring; not a struggle
temptation was easy; but yet, they always stay
so well behaved
upon a throne of lies
Death looked to her
Her eyes alive
she craved the blood
of a thousand men
But he loved
yet not another being
The blood came fast
She looked to him
his eyes, dead
he was human, but
She was not
she adored him so
but in pitiful grace
She held him close
and forever, remained
the blood, that ran
Down the lovers' arms
dried, it cracked
it never stayed
The lovers stayed enticed
in a twisted embrace
forever they would stay
in this hell-like trace...
List do K.Dziewczyno z bajki jednodniowej
odezwij się ten jeden raz
nie siedź wciąż proszę w mojej głowie
już nie jest mi potrzebny czas
zapomnieć każdy prostak umie
naprawić trudno każdy wie
daj mi choć ten ostatni raz
w ramiona Twoje wtulić się....
nie znikaj w świata czeluść złą
gdzie ludzie obojętni są
dążyć do celów wyższych chcą
(proste potrzeby nimi zwą)
nie żądam wiele, Droga ma,
byle te kilka prostych słów
jedno spotkanie, chociaż... tak,
wystarczy słodki dźwięk z Twych ust.
Jeśli zaś nie chcesz widzieć mnie już
powiedz mi proszę, bo nie chcę tak
trzymać-nietrzymać kontaktu, cóż..
wolałbym fruwać jak wolny ptak,
nieba przestworza zdobywcą być
ze świadomością braku nadziei,
lepszej przyszłości, uczuć zawiei
Neil's BalladeOur world is dark and people cruel
The skies are filled with endless gray
And trust, it seems to make the fool
Of those who hope for brighter day
When darker ways are here to stay
And we must live through pain and fear
As every hope begins to fray
Yet still I find you waiting here
Our world is thread without a spool
Our work at knowledge only play
And though it seems a murky pool
I no longer need be fazed
For all I need is passion's blaze
My mind is cloud but this is clear
We still all live within this maze
Yet still I find you waiting here
And still I lived within this rule
Of tragic life I cannot say
And then you made a shining jewel
Of care and joy and one that may
Be worthy of your loving gaze
And I smile ear to ear
For I am flaw and you are praise
Yet still I find you waiting here
And so I cannot find a way
To show you all the wondrous cheer
Of debt that I just can't repay
Yet still I find you waiting here
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