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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
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
LegacyIt is always the damn same song.
Always are the wrong people strong.
Why do they think that your way is wrong?
You’re asking yourself what is left when you’re gone.
Your whole world starts to spin.
Their skin and nerves are very thin.
Want to use you like a soldier made of tin.
When you know the only thing you can do is win.
Want to sort out because you differ.
If you don’t do as they say, they’ll get stricter.
They don’t want to see you as the victor.
The only thing left will be a picture.
When everything you see and hear is a conspiracy.
And everyone thinks that you are crazy.
You are unique, only once in this galaxy.
The words you say and things you do are your legacy.
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
HappinessHey you! (What huh?)
Yes you! (Oh no)
Yay you! (Uhh..)
Bless you! (Just go..)
Turn that silly frown around
And think of the things that you love.
You're walking the line with your eyes cast down.
So I got a little something for you, kind of..
Dream the dream which makes you sweet and strong.
Free your mind from worries and hate.
You'll have that feeling you wanted all along,
Even without a soul mate.
You don't need someone to love you,
As long as you love yourself.
Most of the people have no clue,
That happiness works that way as well.
Don't hold on to all your emptiness.
Everyone wants joy no one wants pain.
Smile for a while and let in the happiness,
For you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.
A smile can shine the darkest of days.
It can bring a little spark of light.
You can be thankful In so many ways,
That all turned out to be alright.
As you sprint down the hill that is filled with flowers,
And enjoy life at your hearts content,
Queen of NeverthenAtop the ashen bones, arrayed like thrones of Men
Sits none so dreary as the Queen of Neverthen
Great cobwebs, dust, and stolid, stale decay
Dead memories forgotten where they lay
A world, still and ever gray
That suffocates the ones who trespass in her den
Within a rotten skull, a fetid rat emerged
As swift as plague it bore and chittered as it surged
Low creaks and clatters sound akin to life
Its rodent teeth soon grinding like a knife
The Queen was happy with this strife
But nothing ever lasts save those who would be purged
Oppressive silence soon returns to her domain
Admiring her flock that she will never deign
A dull light shines behind their pallid masks
The company of corpses; all she asks
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'
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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