Brony dictionary version 2Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: fan terms
Chapter 3: shipping related terms
Chapter 4: general equestrian terms in reality (may not hold true in the show)
Chapter 5: general equestrian terms in the show
Chapter 6: pony abilities and tricks
Chapter 7: meme
Chapter 8: G1 to G3.5
Chapter 1: Brony English
1. Anypony = anyone
2. blank flank = a young pony without a cutie mark
3. cowpony = cowboy, cowgirl
4. Everypony = Everyone
5. featherbrain = a term for a pony that is forgetful
6. Fillies and gentlecolts = Ladies and gentlemen
7. Hay yeah! =Hell yeah!
8. Hayseed = 1. It's an expletive Trixie used when she talked to Applejack. 2. Hayseed is also the name of a pony.
9. hoof-biting = nail-biting
10. hoofmade = handmade
11. hoof-picked = hand-picked
12. hoof-shaking = hand-shaking
13. hoof-wrestling = arm wrestling
14. hooved-stitched = hand-stitched
15. Hooves = hands or feet
16. Horseapples = expletive
17. It's time to pony up = it's time to man up
Two perfect strangersTwo perfect strangers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two perfect strangers ,a girl and a boy,
Met by coincidence,
On a cold summer's night.
Their eyes did not meet,
As the boy's were closed,
Under the moon's vague light.
He cried in grief,
But his blindness kept him
From seeing the one that could help.
The wind set them apart,
And without saying goodbye,
They grew far away ,step by step.
That night the girl has seen
Hell's tree of knowledge,
As the guy haunted her dreams,
Giving her false hope and courage.
Waking up to reality, she met him once again.
It was a hot summer's morning,
His breaths were short and his heartbeats weak,
As he turned to walk away.
She held onto him, didn't want him to leave
But let go as his hands were freezing.
His eyes were still closed as a fog grew between them,
Preventing the girl from saying the words,
that's the price she will pay.
"You will not say goodbye,nor meet him again"
Said the fog, as it vanished,
Turning into tears that fell down on the grave
In her heart that her soul has banished.
Two perfect s
Broken HeartBroken Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words today were so cold,
And bitter as well.
They took me by surprise,
And hurt my soul as well.
Everywhere you went I always
Tried to be there,
Helping and reaching out,
Showing you how much I cared.
Yet today I was dealt a bitter blow,
To a heart that was always true,
For I never saw you just as a friend,
You were the sister I never knew.
So many things we shared,
The good and the bad,
Our ups and downs,
Now I am sitting here,
writing this with tears and a frown.
I thought you knew me better than that,
I truly believed you did,
But maybe I was mistaken,
It was all just in my head.
Tears flow from my eyes,
as I lay down tonight,
With a weary heart,
For your words and actions
today have broken and torn it apart.
To Have YouSomething in my chest is beating.To Have You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that my heart?
I guess since you're here with me,
You finally gave it back.
But why is it beating so fast?
Why can't I look away?
Your hallow eyes make my breathing stop.
The pain is becoming too much.
Tears start to form.
Before I know it they stream down my cheeks.
You turn your back to me one more time.
But I'm not letting you get away.
My fingers wrap around your wrist.
Your skin is so rough.
I'm temped to let go.
But I fight to hold on.
This is the last chance I'll get.
You don't turn around though.
You don't even notice me standing there.
My arm drops.
Have I really become that invisible to you?
You told me you loved me.
Was that just a lie too?
What happened to never leaving?
You promised I'd never lose you.
But you did leave.
I did lose you.
Just like I lost my reason to live.
You told me I changed.
I wasn't the girl you fell in love with.
But I didn't change.
I just trusted you e
Love Is LikeLove is like a roller coaster.Love Is Like5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ups and downs
Makes you sick
Makes you smile.
Love is like a final exam.
It makes your head hurt
But it feels good to try.
Love is like your favorite ice cream flavors.
It makes you indecisive
And you can't get enough of it.
Love is like the rain.
Sometimes it's cold
Sometimes it just won't stop
And sometimes you just want to dance in it.
Love is like me.
I like it
I hate it
I wish you were Fire - 4 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Fire - 4 of 56 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were flame,
Blazing through all of my emotions
And though I feel tempted to lay by your warming light,
I heed the burning desire to fuel such fascinating moment,
While the fire in your waist dances in my arms begging to engulf me whole,
Bringing forth the warmth of your breathtaking silhouette by the flames of our obsession,
Combustion of volatile sensations, flammable embraces, explosive afternoons
Mortician's DaughterI saw her walking down the street, her dark hair spilling like ink over her shoulders, her skin the color of alabaster. She moved with ease as she passed, focusing on some far away object I'd never know. I watched as she moved away, slipping from my grasp with each step. I wanted so badly to call out to her, to ask her where she was going, and if I could join her. But I didn't stop her; she kept moving, never noticing my existence. I watched her walk around the corner and the one fleeting moment that she was in my life ended.Mortician's Daughter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found her again two years later, when I was in college. I was taking an art course and there she was, sitting two rows ahead and one seat to the right. I recognized her immediately, the same beautiful hair, the same flawless skin, but she didn't look my way. She continued to take notes, her black hair falling from behind her ear. How I wanted to reach and place it back, but I resisted the urge. I just watched her, glances from the corner of my eye, to
The Story of Mertle Kang.The Story of Mertle Kang.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A story By Chaz
Hello my name is Mertle. I don't like to talk about it, but it's okay in here right? Well, I was born with a physical defect. In other words, I have a penis. I don't like to talk about it, people always pick on me when I tell them. I don't really understand why people find it so disturbing. I'm still human, I still have feelings.
Having a penis isn't so bad. I don't get periods and it's easy to poke people, if you know what I mean. The only sort of relationship I've had is with my hand, but I think we've started to grow apart. I mean, I've had a growth spurt in my torso and now I can't reach it. This is a problem as when I need to bathe every month or so, I cannot tend to that area and it has long since grown fungus and cobwebs.
I wouldn't say I was ugly as such, I'm definately not pretty, though. I look like a cross between Susan Boyle and an Orc.
My parents disowned me when they found out about my physical deformity. I was raised by moomins, but the
A poem full of hope and thanksA poem full of hope and thanks.A poem full of hope and thanks2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Though with a depressed state of mind
And lack of enthusiasm
I do have much to be thankful for
Though none is thankful for me.
And even though I am not appreciated for what I am.
I look forward to being appreciated for what I will become.
I'm thankful for the persistence I've created for myself to push on in this
Hard time I've stumbled into.
I'm thankful for the hope in my heart that everything will get better.
I'm thankful to know that someday I will be truly loved.
The magic in me shines bright with hope and endurance.
And that's what helps me push on
And I am very thankful for that.
The strength in my heart.
Prisoner ::PruCan::He obediently walked to his doom, wrists cut up and cuffed behind his back, a cocked and loaded gun pointed at his head. Dull red eyes watched the ground and lead legs dragged themselves along the ground as the enemies from all sides ushered him forward nervously. One pushed open the door, stealing a quick glance inside, before dragging the defeated man forward and into the room. The door shut behind him, temporarily throwing him into darkness before dim lights switched on.Prisoner ::PruCan::4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A tall man looked up from where he was pouring vodka into his glass cup and smiled. "You're here! I'm been looking forward to this for quite some time~" He finished pouring the liquid and poured another one for his guest before picking both in one meaty hand. In the other hand, he twirled around the small silver key to the cuffs. "I'm very happy to have you here Prussia, you know that don't you?" He sings as he approaches.
Pale and bitten lips pulled back into a snarl as Gilbert shows the shackles to the taller male
TwilightDuring the day,Twilight6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Your beauty outshines the sun.
When it's night,
You sparkle brighter than the stars.
The sun comes to see your face.
It cries at being taken away.
In the twilight,
To share you with.
I get to admire you,
All by myself.
Not to be selfish,
I don't want to share,
But something so wonderful,
Should be admired by the world.
So once the twilight's gone,
Everyone sees your wonder.
I'll still admire you,
And count the minutes,
To twilight and us.
Son of Difference ::PruCan::"I'm sorry for being alive." A man with curly golden locks matted to his face murmured to his plush of a polar bear. He winces at his own words, but makes no note to change his words for the future. It's a habit that he will keep on saying. He will keep on saying it until something comes along that makes him think otherwise.Son of Difference ::PruCan::4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He shifts in his place in the mud and peers up at the tall canopy of trees, watching as the rain washes over everything and wipes all impurities away like the dirt on his only companion's fur. He presses the toy closer to his chest as he bitterly wonders if anybody even remembered that he was out here.
"I bet nobody even remembers me." He tells the bear, picking up his empty basket and placing it onto his head for some shelter against the rain. He blows the one curly strand of hair away from his face and watches it disappear from view and appear again. "Maybe I should just stay here and die. It's not like anyone will notice " Matthew mumbles into Kumajiro's
hands.i look at my hands and i am afraid.hands.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are tendons and veins and bones
strung together with a ribbon
of skin. they are the skinny i will
never be. my hands tremble like the moon
in winter with their blues, and cold, sharp
weight. they are hunger-bruised
and sore. every finger wants to
stop from skinning itself, to let poison from
my body. my hands give me wants and breaks
and scars and coping
mechanisms; they take the world and cradle
it in their palms, give me something
to hold and hurt, bring
thickness to my limbs, blood to my
hips and love to my heart. i
am my hands if nothing else:
i am afraid of myself.
I hate youI hate you3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I hate you so much,I don't know why we keep in touch
you said that I'm the only one for you,but your actions showed that this is ain't true
My heart sucked dry,and dont ask me why,becuase you know the reason is you
I'll just sit here by the wall,and watch you die all alone
you always knew but you didn't want to say
now look on the mess you have done, tomorrow i'll be gone
nothing left to fix or break, can't decide whats true or fake
I just wanted you to resurrect me,but instead you broke me to a million pieces
should I run or should I wait,Should I hold or should I break
I'm just trying to revive from all those scars you gave me
I tried to break out from this emotional prison but without any luck, I've failed again
you mislead me,deceived me,
always lie and tricked me
I bought it like a fool,
now I know how cruel you are
all you leave is pain and scars...
I wish you were Music - 5 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Music - 5 of 56 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were music,
The blessing of calling you my own
And though all the critics said it would never happen for me,
That altos and sopranos belong to theaters and dreams,
And the music of your ballad would remain an epic figment,
But to their surprise our concert was heavenly melody,
Featuring all celestial choirs; audience of bards, poets and cupids
caredo everything carefully.care4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this occurred to me while i was
putting up the dishes and the
dog was asleep. i think when
you do things carefully you
realize how soft the devil
do it with a reckless love, though
that you can't change or
i know everyone's always saying
be wild with the life you live just once
but this! this is the real beauty
fade into your fingers and treat
someone or something with the
kind of respect that the
nineteenth centry brags about, feel the fire of it
SereinOne.Serein5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
What if you left?
And I was alone with the memory of the brush of your eyelashes against your cheek. The pages of your soul sighing shut, like a last breath. Like a last chance. (Like the shudder of a last chance.)
You're like black and white photographs (that are really just shades of grey), and summer rainstorms that came too late for spring; The puzzle pieces that seem to fit, but don't. You're a kitten tiger playing unnoticed in the streets of Burma; The smudged fingerprint that is almost a match (if only that line was a bit clearer).
I'd love you like I love the seasons, and the billboard by the roadside; I'd hold your hand, and kiss your face. . . if only you were somet
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
june 22june 22june 225 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dearest daddy died today
and i have no idea why.
we didnt see it coming
but it happened anyway.
he wasnt nearly old enough.
the first and last thing mommy saw
was the bottoms of his shoes.
we forgot to give him his fathers day card.
why does everyone think its odd
when i mention this?
his parents outlived him.
hell never walk me down the aisle.
he died on a monday.
he always hated mondays.
moms too young to be a widow.
the hardest thing to understand
is the human brain.
we know more about the bottom of the ocean
than we do about the mass of meat
sitting in our skull.
when the synapses misfire
the bullets never miss.
organizing the memorial service.
emotionally shut down.
i cant think linear anymore
i lose track of what im talking about
im pretty sure thats how dad was thinking
the night before.
his wedding ring
needy.she told you that when she died,needy.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she wanted her ashes thrown out over the atlantic.
you shut your eyes tight, refusing to think of the inevitable,
and traced your dry fingers over her collarbone.
(bone against bone sounds beautiful sometimes,
just as friction feels like flying, not falling.)
you twirled her hair on spindle fingers and broken hearts.
she was golden on the surface, beautiful and shining in
bokeh lights, body engulfed in the cities glow.
she would selfishly wish that she was golden on the inside too, that she could
shine and sparkle and not get lost in amber bottles and die on rain-splattered sidewalks.
not once did she think that maybe you were more
broken than she was.
apparently, she was always the one who needed the helping,
and you were always the one to bow down on one knee and give her
butterfly kisses and tender smiles.
but by the end of the month, your knees were skinned and bloody,
and by the end of the year, you were wishing that your legs would
TimeTime3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Click. Click. Click.
Her heels made the same noise over and over again as she ran down the elongated hallway. Would she reach them in time?
Her rust colored hair flew in front of her face as she quickly turned right and left. Her hair got stuck in her lip gloss but that was the least of her worries. She turned her head slightly, past the pale pink walls and beyond the window she looked. In the depth of the gold from the setting sun, she saw Aaron.
Would she reach them in time?
now you know betteryou were never one for shakespeare's iambic pentameter,now you know better4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you nixed the meter and measure the gods composed
and wrote your own sonnet in time with the beat of your heart
and the shiver of your tapered spine.
instead of crisp and company issued egg shell paper,
you dragged the pen you bought yourself back in sixth grade
across the smooth canvas of tanned skin, littered with sunset bruises
and did not mind the clashing of colours.
you always wondered if it were true what the newsstands said,
that art flutters to life when misery takes shape
but you never really believed such nonsense,
until your spine shattered, your inkwell ran dry,
and tanned skin was just a distant memory you associated with the sun.
now you know better.
not much, but somethingi'mnot much, but something3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a whole bunch of
sporadic fucked up thoughts that