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.
A Needle in the EyeA Needle in the Eye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"A needle in the eye"
Diseased and broken, flawed and decayed.
Brittle bones and nails, dull as dust and fine as powder, swept under the rug.
Glass eyes follow shadows, dancing around the dim room.
Neutral grays and blues cast ghostly glares and memories throughout the area.
Each blink of those glass eyes bring one closer to the end of their time.
Curled in a corner, ancient brown, and dry as tea leaves. Discarded and forsaken. Ashes spilled, a
broken pot lies strewn, clay shards like a puzzle never meant to be pieced together.
Empty hearts like a graveyard.
Eyes full of sorrow, like the full moon, ivory and glass.
Pain fear and regret, no longer haunt.
All is forgotten, besides silence and a needle in the eye.
Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A US/Canada One Shot
Matthew placed Kumajiro on the floor and flopped onto his bed.
It had been another taxing day on the North American country. He'd sat six hours in the Allies conference, ignored by all of the Allies. Apparently, they couldn't see him.
"Hey." Kumajiro climbed onto the bed and nosed the back of his head. Matthew rolled over and gazed at the miniature polar bear. "Are you sick?"
Matthew sat up and thought. His deep moment was short-lived however.
There was a tremendous banging on his front door.
"MATTHEW? MATT! WHERE ARE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAVORITE HERO!"
Matthew ran down the stairs and yanked open the door, coming face to face with America, his brother.
Alfred walked in, saying, "I brought you a hamburger. Where were you today, dude? The Allies had a conference! It was something else, too! We got nothing done and China built a city and there was this ghost in the room!" He shivered as he handed Matthew the McDonalds bag an
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::5 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
It's Called Love- CH3It's Called Love- CH34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The rest of the day studying went rather peaceful. Alfred seemed to be really impressed by my drawings, even though I think they didn't really look as good as he told me, but still it made me a little happy to see someone impressed about something I made for once. This didn't happen often.
We stayed at the library until it closed and afterwards we wandered around on the street for a bit, Alfred still giving small glances to my bruised hand every now and then.
"Artie, I wanna come over to yer place!" Alfred said excitedly. Unfortunately for him, I never let someone get near my home. I didn't like it if people got ideas about what was going on in the household. It's none of their business.
"No," I replied shortly, not caring about explaining; It'd cause me even more trouble.
"Aw, but why, Artie? We're friends!" The other guy now pouted. Damn git
"Just because I don't want to. But we could eat something before going back home?"
"Yes! Okay, sounds awesome, I wanna ea
If Only You KnewI like you, but what can I do?If Only You Knew4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You want her, though she isn't true.
I could be the greatest,
But sadly, this is no contest.
I understand, I hope you know,
It is something I try to show.
So you see and wouldn't fear,
When she decides to come near.
I can wait, this is certain.
And I don't wish to be a burden.
I don't think you can really see,
Just how much I'd like you with me.
Probably not best I'm writing this.
Because stating my feelings could go amiss.
Above all I wish for your friendship,
Even above a fruitful relationship.
If only you knew.
How to say it...Como decirloHow to say it...Como decirlo5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a tropezar
Una y otra y otra vez
Vuelvo, sin remedio, a desplomar
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si lo único que hago es hablar
Si lo único que hago es fastidiar
A quienes no deseo perder
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Si sé que lo hago mal
Si sé que debo callar
Para no herir, no caer
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Para demostrar realmente
Que no quiero perderte.
¿Cómo decirlo? ¿Qué hacer?
Eres la única que me perdonó
Que, a pesar de todo, siempre
Estuvo a mi lado, sin razón.
Perdón, perdón, mil veces
Por ser mi amiga de corazón
Por no olvidarte
Por siempre perdonarme
Perdón, perdón mil veces
4 de Marzo del 2010
Ordinary Day PruCanCanada made his way through the woods, a smile playing his face. He loved the outdoors, and whenever he had the chance, he took advantage of it. The spring sun was shining brightly above him, the white clouds slowly rolling past. He breathed in the woods' Earthy scent, and his smile widened. If he could spend every single moment of his life here, he would gladly give up everything to do so. The Canadian boy made his way to a clearing, and decided that this would be a good place to rest.Ordinary Day PruCan4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sat down on an abandoned tree stump, and oberserved his surroundings. The flowers were poking through the thick, green grass, soaking up the sun's rays. Little specks of blue and red danced in the wind as they tried to find a way out of the green sea. The blonde smiled, and picked one of the flowers out of the ground. "It's so peaceful here," he said aloud, sniffing the flower. "Why can't every single day be like this?"
His blue eyes flickered over to the middle of the meadow, seeing another man stan
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::5 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
I wish you were Fire - 4 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Fire - 4 of 57 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
Two perfect strangersTwo perfect strangers4 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 Heart4 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.
Brony dictionary version 2Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 24 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
Fat GirlI am the girl with the pretty faceFat Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who 'could be so beautiful'
I had to develop a personality
Had to become funny and likeable
Had to perfect the art of the one-minute introduction
And I am not lovely
I am personable
I am not the ingénue
I am the character actress
I will say "yes."
That is what separates us from the pack.
We will say "yes."
And we will make jokes at our own expense
We will learn to laugh when someone pokes our belly
We will flirt without fear
Because we've already been shot down so many times
That what is one more rejection?
We will live life like others cannot
Full of reckless abandon
And joy and fun and laughter
Because the quickest way to learn to not give a fuck
Is to be one of us
For we have been so downtrodden
We have been so shamed
That we've grown callouses on our BMIs
And if you call me fat,
I will laugh and say, "Obviously."
Darling, if you wear your pain like armor
No one can use it to hurt you
And in the end, we will all be the same
And we will all fee
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 Daughter4 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
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
I wish you were Wind - 1 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Wind - 1 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were wind,
My heart without you tragically malingering satisfaction
And though the days to come will try to cloud my thoughts of you,
Our moonlit memories will clear my skies in reminiscence,
Until the sunrise of your name brings forth your breeze through the trees,
Moving through this forest of dreamers ever so gracefully,
Just to find me longing, awaiting your dew in whispers through my leaves
I wish you were Music - 5 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Music - 5 of 57 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
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
WarNo one knows how it started,War6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All they know is that they have to fight;
Fight, or die.
The air is filled with
Gunshots, explosions, clouds of dust;
The ground is covered in bodies,
And the weapons covered in rust.
I wish you were Earth - 3 of 5I wish you were here,I wish you were Earth - 3 of 57 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you were stone,
Your worth immeasurable by gold
And though there may be many diamonds shining bright from heartfelt rings,
None would refract the light and hopes of my soul like you,
Because the delightful mineral composition of your body cannot be matched,
And no cut will fit you best than the one by the side of your dress,
Revealing the crystal clear reflection of my desires by the heartbeat of your every step
PruCan - Escape PlanLate in the afternoon, after the bell had rung and all the students of had left the building, Hetalia High School was a rather quiet place usually.PruCan - Escape Plan5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"DAMMIT GILBERT! I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!"
Gilbert sprinted manically down the hallway away from the impending wrath of Elizaveta and her frying pan. Ducking down various hallways, he was slowly losing all sense of direction.
Why can't that bitch take a joke?! So what if I filled that prissy four eyes' violin with whipped cream?
"Hey! Doesn't that thing belong to a cooking room or something?" he yelled over his shoulder, darting around a sharp corner. The angry Hungarian ignored his words, and focused solely on keeping up with the albino. He flew around another bend, and stared down the hallway before him. Suddenly, is eyes lit up as he spotted a familiar figure loitering around next to the lockers.
Elizaveta stalked angrily down the halls, eyes glinting dangerously, as she attempted to rel
Lake WindermereWe are sometime tourists,Lake Windermere7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in open topped buses
tie-dyed amongst Mercedes.
smelling of campfire smoke,
our pockets filled with menthol cigarettes,
and skipping stones.
We find ourselves
basking in the glow of laughter
under the dripdrip
of cave music.
Beers and sticky chocolate bars
fill our tattered canvas bags,
alongside leather flip flops,
discarded for bare footed expeditions
and daisy chains.