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Emotions: The BeginningLonging
Torn between the then and now
Lost amongst the threads of life
A light to find the way
The struggle to right the course
Can they be undone in time?
Tihan (Poem)Eternal flames burn bright
Trapped within a soul so pure
magic sparked enkindled power
Grace and beauty bestowed anew
What once a cage to lock inside
now opened free this mare to roam
The mirror lies and shows a false
The mask seen through, truth in light
On wings of blue her heart does soar
Eternal embrace across the divide
perseverance and determination
nothing can keep this mare down
These things I feel
Emotions for a lesser being
A decision made
The greater good served
A void torn asunder
My Sister lost
My subjects to blame
The signs so bright
A blind eye turned
Pride, my greatest sin
The moon stands alone
Stars mourn the loss
A canvas laid bare
Alone I rule
A mask to show them all
Half the mare I was
Loneliness my companion
RarityTaste and class, this pony's got style
A fashion faux pas, she'll see at a mile
If you get her to dish, it'll go on for a while
Grace and beauty will make this pony smile
At times she thirsts for attention
Almost to the point of pretension
The upper crust, honorable mention
In the end, corrects misapprehension
Self-sacrificing for others, this pony's got liberality
Spreading generosity fills her with vitality
At times she can be grating, lacking congeniality
This designer chooses form, never functionality
FluttershyTimid and yellow and kind and meek
She cares for animals; angry and sweet
To get her to talk, is always a feat
Surprise her too often, you'll cause her to freak
Her kindness unmatched by mare near nor far
Of sharing and caring, she raises the bar
She treats everypony as if they're on par
Benevolent and gracious, hatred will not mar
Two side of the same coin, light and dark
Push comes to shove, this mare's got bark
Disrespect her friends, you'll ignite the spark
Your soul forever, her stare will mark
ApplejackApples, apples a tasty treat
Tended by one, so simple and sweet
With eyes of green, and mane of wheat
She'll buck all the apples, no small feat
There's no need for fear, when you're in danger
You're safe in hooves of this simple granger
She'll help anypony, even a stranger
She'll keep the plains safe, this pony's a ranger
This pony is honest, always with the truth
She'll tell you her feelings, even of ruth
But honesty can be raw, maybe uncouth
Nevertheless, this pony gives sooth
TrixieI open my eyes, and take in all of the sights
A new town to impress, with all my magic mights
I have to show them all, their affections to gain
Empty inside, my heart to fill, wash away the distain
I just want to show and share all of my gifts
But each and every town that I leave always throws fits
Maybe I am damaged, lacking that special thing?
That which will complete me, and make my heart sing
I act out of turn and come off as boastful
This time will be different, of this I am hopeful
As I watch the crowd gather, they ooh and they ah
I feel weight lifting, my heart starts to thaw
A group starts to speak up, my gifts they do doubt
Do they know my secret, that I don't have the clout
This place is no different, everything has been broken
I run out of town, they call me outspoken
I just wanted friendship, to feel like I'm wanted
My soul crushed now, forever to be haunted
By the ghosts of my failures and my crushing mistakes
It's all over my, I sit and I cry, as my heart it now breaks
Journey Through DarknessTrapped in darkness, engulfed in silence.
Hope lost, happiness an empty allowance.
What horrid things are done in passing?
Fears and doubts always amassing.
Eternal struggle to find the path
Back to light, the aftermath
What beauty lies beyond the veil?
As darkness old begins to pale.
A journey begins with but a step
Many an obstacle there is no prep
The weary trudge and often falter
Perseverance the way doth alter
Immortal now in days gone by
As soft caressing lullaby
The words once whispered in the dark
Bring a closing to this arc
Wood and CircuitsMy soul, taught, entwined
The grain made strong
Resonant beauty, warmth, love
Sound made flesh eternal
Digital pathways give birth
Bright soul sprung forth
Between light and dark
Waves crash upon shore
Fingers yearn for more
Strings yearning with lust
Blood and wood bind
Two souls become one
Beating rhythm encompasses all
Synthetic life breaks free
Harmonics crash, wobble, fall
One soul becomes two
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
She Does Not Love YouDo not hear
Her glorious speech
Pretend to be deaf.
Elude her hair
Dancing in the air
Don’t think about
Those sunny eyes
Knowing your past
With just one look.
Avoid her laugh
A melody of harp
Played by angels.
She’s hurting you
Giving you false
When she reveals
All her evil plan
You will be broken
Thinking about suicide.
Bury the memories
With you by her side
Even if they are
The best times
Of your life.
A Rainy PlaceWandering roads that branch so I can never see
Where the path I choose will likely carry me
Then comes the fear
As apprehension looms above
Like the cloud I am always victim of
Driest days are still enough to make me drown
Happy plays go on in side my little crown
But always in
To show these thoughts enlightening
Speed up the coming derailing
Conclusions crash from up above
To think my mind was stronger stuff
A paper boat
In sea that grows around my feet
The longer I wait with all the thoughts I keep
Mask the way with rain as paved paths taper on
The traveller who must be gone
Then comes the pain
How I cannot be one of them
Who takes a gamble on a whim
Yesterday was long before the one I made
I forget how many of them passed the same
My will is only weakening
Come future I will not be able swimming
Earth to break from where I stand as water falls
Wash the state lethargic I am victim of
Unable to move
Even when all offered it slowly takes
With nothing left I will not wake
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
Ode to MaffinsBakers bake the tastiest treat
To give to mares both strong and meek
Freshness locked inside so deep
This treat I cannot wait to eat
Blueberry, orange, and even plain
Brings me joy when in the rain
Sweet and moist no room for distain
Ingesting them, I'll not abstain
Some prefer to call them muffins
But that name just means nothing
Maffins for days I will be stuffin'
Maffins, maffins worth so much lovin'
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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