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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
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
Dawn of the AngelI watched him descend from the sky
wings, pale as ivory.
The beauty in his form
a sight to behold.
I felt, not meant to see.
Yet, he stood there
in all of his glory;
a definite, masculine, form.
With a soft expression
he met my soul
his eyes, Heavely warm.
I could only look back
that such a creature, was here with me;
on this dawning day
I watched as the rays
touched his wings.
It was almost blinding.
When he spread his wings
it filled me with awe, and grace.
For what had happened this morn
was a miracle.
I'd looked an Angel
in the face!
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.
His clothes were torn, his face unclean, all wished he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Now define vermin."
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's Squirmin' Herman!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him has me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through.
Sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay.
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
When all the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
The standard answerAfter taking hard knocks
full of emotional pain
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off
and simply join lifes struggle again.
With hopes dashed demoraliszed
time and time to date.
In the aftermath on being asked "How are you now?"
You always answer "Me? I´m doing great!"
This is the standard answer
the one they want to hear.
They don´t want to hear your troubles
it fills them full of fear.
Fear for the future
and what might be in store
full of problems and hardship
maybe a whole lot more.
they ask politely but still just want to hear
"I´m fine thanks really."
Exactly what you said the day before.
by Suzanne karbach August 2014
TypingTurtleShe types the words slow.
Holding them close in her head,
She lets them all go.
The words just won't flow,
No matter how hard she tries.
Yet they echo in her head.
Like the broken up whispers,
That lie in her bed.
A past full of feelings, That bleed so strong.
A word from her head
could undo the wrongs.
..she opens her mouth
The earth starts to slow.
All light dims out,
Her eyes start to glow.
Everything is nothing
Just a glimpse, of future past.
But she can't keep up
Her dreams are just to vast.
A keystroke interrupts
So she types the words slow.
Guarding them in her head,
She lets them flow.
They just won't go
No Pain no GainYou know what they say; no pain no gain.
Benefit from that muscle strain.
Chase it, embrace it, part of the game;
Lift, rush, punch, work all the same.
“Fell down? Get up, and try again.
Oh you can do more, gimmie ‘nother ten!
Push up, pull down, curl and row,
Crank them out, look at you go!”
It’s been spoken to you; no pain no gain.
Challenge your body and your brain.
Minds trumps matter, so keep your matter in mind,
If it hurts too much, rest and unwind.
“Feel the burn, your limbs are on fire,
Let it fuel your strength, set the weight higher!
When your hot, keep your cool, pump ‘em out.
Focus on the reps, put aside all doubt.”
It can’t be said truer; no pain no gain.
But keep it in reason, don’t over-train.
It’s fun and games ‘till it goes too far,
Listen to your body when gripping that bar.
“Form before weight, keep in control,
Do too much it’s sloppy, it has its toll.
Know when to advance and when to rest
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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