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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
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic finger
As white as cotton clouds in morn
The flesh a child's in innocence
Where all its grace is well adorned
Veins of blue as bowl above
Where overflown the rain descends
A healing joy hid by that cloth
To ask for time to make amends
Fabric flown in wind through sky
Two halves crack the door
And all is seen in sightless peace
To feel a moment so implored
Expend an energetic wave
The site where there is shown
From inside out exuberate
Touched by one's own
There is a line now held in place
Behind which mirrors shine
Reflect back the present gazes
Who drive to ask before their time
Only be a part of passage
Depression's saving needed
When pouring gifts lie mouldering
And oldest wisdom unheeded
When eyes are rivers in themselves
Come in the loudest spike
And silent yawn the gates awake
To coo the crying souls alike
Imagined paint will always be
The master's tools to colour all
The mind a much creative being
That needs some help after a fall
So come and pierce the
The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)
The spirits of an innocent childhood, from long ago
Arise and always protecting, the innocent
Children who’s dreams are filled with hope, with belief
With happiness as golden sand, takes the shape
Of their deepest dreams, their deepest goals,
Their deepest desires, as the sand takes on these,
A small, silent golden man, sandman, who holds the magic
Sand, that fills the kids with dreams.
He is the childhood guardian, that protects children’s dreams,
Their innocence as they sleep, like soundly angels,
Smiling in the dark. This was the guardian I use to always be told
About, in my mother’s stories. His golden sand illuminating
The pitch black night.
Another childhood guardian, she is the one who
Protects a child’s memories, and will always hold them
Dear, whose little fairies collect their teeth without
A sound, she is Toothania, the guardian, that is as kind
And as silent as her fairies. Always letting them know
Where they can find the children’s baby teeth.
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on an emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
NeedlesThe meat is cold from bloodless lust
My organs are damaged
Path be taken down range-
-And end with chilling wall
Forest of needle spires climb
My height cannot ask
Deem the stars they point-
-For reverence physical
Destroyed as winter comes
Invested into my stock
I am bought and brought home
With no escape from the lock
Needle sew a coat of iron
Black with the char left by
Remembrance make me a scion
And kindle a soul inside
Lids have shut and no key breaks
I cannot see between blades
Cut the night to ribbons-
-Now banners to losing way
Imposing in my blindness wait
My feet are icy cold
The forward march is death incarnate-
-Though I am numb to catch
A fabric stolen mask and clothe
The boundary pointed shed
Once streamers bleeding dry wove
The semblance of disjointed ends
No try can match the mind at work
For ochre has my pallor drained
This raiment bears a doubting murk
Through glacier impassive face
My asking wanes with setting freeze
The armour frozen bites
A pleading body already w
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
The Day She Falls Off Her ThroneToday she stands tall
On a mountain of deceit
But one day she'll fall
She'll be tossed off of her feet
And when this day comes
The day her reign is put to an end
She will have nothing left but crumbs
Nobody to attend
And whose fault will it be?
Her Mother's, Father's, or her own?
Perhaps all three
On the joyous day that she falls off her thrown
Death's LoveHe obtained a frightening manifestation
And held the power of creation
Without creating a new individual but becoming something with a strong relation
That kept a sturdy foundation,
As his cells connected, broke apart, and were destroyed during his formation.
Before me he stood, light lurking within his eyes, speaking of temptation.
Then, the déjà vu was overpowering, a suffocating and heartbreaking sensation.
Death played with an individual that people see as a cremation
And how I see as a pure, devilish damnation,
Where I can only vision the house it lived in, being eaten in a conflagration.
The appearance, however, delivered me into salvation,
That, alone, was enough to wash away any frustration.
The longer I stared, the more I studied, there was an alteration
In the depths of my concentration,
Where I began to piece together an understanding of admiration
That Death had somewhere in preservation.
His corpse-like figure had the power of reincarnation
And how he changed for
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'
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