Beautiful.They say I’m beautifulBeautiful.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of the way my crystalline heart reflects light off its fractured surface
Well, that isn't a reflection
It’s rejection of the light because it’s all too much to handle
Throw myself away into the dark without even a candle
‘Cause I don’t want to recognize all the pain I’m in
Or realize the truth behind what I am or who I've been
And I tried to make things right but I just keep on making wrong
I never listened to the angel on my shoulder when she called
I count my tears like they’re experience
And my scars like they’re mysterious
And that’s a feeling I’ll remember –
Watching as you left
Watching as you ended what was meant to be forever
And I can see it in their eyes; everyone can empathize
So they say that I’m beautiful because they don’t know what else to say.
But if being broken is beautiful, then it’s the ugliest way...
Puppets WristsI am the puppetPuppets Wrists2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my master
It is you who shall lead me
My strings like a noose
Thin as a thread
Your laughter echos
Again in my head
You tug at the strings
Cutting my wrist
And put your spell on me
The first time we kissed
Pull your puppet
Side to side
Make it dance
Unable to hide
I feel every tug
Follow every pull
As you conduct my limp body
Sitting on your little stool
Hidden by the red curtain
I do not see
The man or woman, evil human or beast
Who has been controlling me
We Could LaughIt's mild outsideWe Could Laugh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but my soul is freezing
and I feel lonely
but you make me
even though you can't
You make me tremble
inside, and I
can't quite think
to logically work out
what makes you love me
or what makes me love you...
I believe everything will be alright
and to be in your arms
just the thought makes me smile
And long for your face, your voice
and everything that you are...
but I'm consoled when I remember
to think of you,
and at night I dream that you're there
I could kiss you all over
I miss you, but you feel
closer every day
and I'm cold and lonely
but you keep me warm.
RewrittenCan time ever be rewritten?Rewritten7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hardly believe so
Even if I could turn the clock hands back
Am I capable of changing the past?
I ponder this question often these days
Struggling through the daily hours
Watching people safely from my dark little corner
Wondering if I can resist another meltdown
Given the oppurtunity I would rewrite my life
Start another story
A story I couldn't be ashamed of
Then perhaps the last ten years wouldn't seem like such a waste
Can time ever be rewritten?
I know that isn't so
I just cope with the reality of right now
And hope I'm strong enough to live with the past
Adolescent Prisonerin the back of my mind,Adolescent Prisoner1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a child, with bleeding knuckles,
banging against the walls of my hysteria.
i won't let her escape -
because no one will love her.
SugarYou areSugar4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something PreciousLife.Something Precious8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's a precious thing,
no matter how still,
there's life in them,
I cut through one
and green sap
flowed from the wound
from a paper cut.
Did it weep silently
as it bled?
Did it scream?
Did it hurt?
those that sway
to the wind's command,
they're living, too,
no matter how submissive,
and they die.
how can something
be so alive?
yet no matter
how much life there
seems to be,
it falls, too,
life can fall apart
so easily with
one wrong move,
That's all it takes.
there was a boy
I once knew
who thought his own life wasn't
for him to live,
to deserve to live like
Every night I heard his cries;
He asked the God above
to take away his life.
Ghosts of Youghosts of you are everywhere;Ghosts of You2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
remInding me, alwayS There.
i dIdn't mean to say goodbye;
was just afraid to ask you why:
why you bLushed and why you sighed;
we didn't rushthat's why we died.
the gLow faded, our Love fought;
i wish i'd knOwn what you thought.
i neVer knEw what You wanted;
nOw i'm stuck with being haUnted.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Brief analysis of Pinkamena personalitiesBrief analysis of Pinkamena personalities3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Response to the question:"There's one thing I don't understand about pinkamena art, why do people always draw her with straight hair? She's not depressed when slaughtering...if anything, she's happy as hell."
Most people seem to be unaware of the significance of the timeline and the difference between the two non-canon Pinkies/Pinkamenas:
Cupcakes Pinkie Pie: Cupcakes was written before either "Party of One" or "Cutie Mark Chronicles" aired and, at the time it came out, she was depicted with her normal curly hair. "Cupcakes Pinkie" is a sadistic psychopath, basically just a psychopathic variant of her canon self.
Pinkamena: Pinkamena, with straight hair, is a classic depressive schizophrenic with comorbid MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) tendencies. It is interesting to note that this is very much in line as a valid possibility for her canon character who, as shown in the show, displays very strong characteristics of Schizophrenia: Delusions, Disorganized speech, and G
MadnessMadness is a gift.Madness6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It gives me my best stories.
The words are an offering.
But I pay a steep price.
I lose myself in other worlds.
Reality becomes irrelevant.
All that matters is the stories.
The characters consume me.
I create and destroy worlds.
Words are my weapons.
Words are my freedom.
Yet I pay for these words with my mind.
Madness is a gift.
It becomes my greatest muse.
I just offer myself to the abyss.
And the words come running in my place.
Ivy and The BirdIvy tangled to the lattice,Ivy and The Bird6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cling to the darkest crevice,
Stretching to another thing,
Arms stretched forward toward the gleam,
Bird which suckles the flowered stem,
Sings soul of the ivy which bend.
The bird soared but ivy curled,
Wishing it could see the world.
Ivy envies the bird which sings,
And it’s heavenly daring dreams.
Bird which flutters high in spring,
Flies no more with injured wing.
The Shy and the Knight ch. 10Chapter 10The Shy and the Knight ch. 103 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All day the next day, Knighton was anxious to see his new love, Princess Luna again. From that night, his heart thrived in happiness once again. All night he dreamed about Luna and nothing else. He was lying on his pile of hay in the barn, wondering about his future with the fair princess of the night. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, disrupting his thoughts. He shook his head to focus back into the real world. "Huh..? What ? Come in!" he said loudly.
Sliding the door open came in Twilight Sparkle and Spike. "Knighton? Are you in here?" she asked, looking around.
"I'm right here." Knighton replied, showing himself to her.
"Sorry if we were disturbing your napping." Spike said.
"Actually, I wasn't napping at all." he said. "Is there anything you need me for?"
"We don't need you for anything to be honest." Twilight Sparkle replied. "The truth is, we got a letter from Princess Celestia. But it's addressed to you."
Spike walked over to Knighton, giving him the letter
SolitudeFrom dusk to dawn,Solitude8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in this desolate place
that we call
I feel that
with no way out,
Without a future,
without a purpose,
my yearning soul...
As the darkness
As the numbness
of my sanity
The Shy and the Knight ch. 8Chapter 8The Shy and the Knight ch. 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The guard led the knights and mares to another large pair of doors. The doors slowly opened, revealing a smaller throne room. There, they saw the two princesses, Knighton, Yorkshire, and Fluttershy waiting for them. They entered the room walking towards the steps where the princesses were standing above.
Princess Celestia gave them a warm welcoming smile.
The guard, the mares and knights all bowed before her.
"Welcome to my council room, where all of my private meetings take place." Celestia said.
"Thank you your majesty." Llanfair said. "May I ask for what business you have bringing us here?" he asked with a curious look on his face.
"What do you want to talk to us about?" Yorkshire asked. "I'm wondering that too."
She giggled. "I have wonderful news to tell you six then." she explained. "Knighton has told me about your victory against a dark army. Your story has moved me dearly. Your courage and dedication to protect those in need are just what we need here in the city of C
The Shy and the Knight ch. 3Chapter 3The Shy and the Knight ch. 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Words could not describe how Yorkshire felt when the girl he was in love with invited him in her cottage for tea. She took him into a beautifully crafted room, filled with flowers and animals. "Wow! You keep animals in here too?" he asked.
"Of course." Fluttershy replied. "I enjoy the animals' company in here."
Suddenly from under a table, a white bunny dashed out from underneath. It quickly climbed on top of Yorkshire's head and started to thump it repeatedly with one of its large feet. "Ow!" it heard him exclaim. It jumped off of his head and dashed upstairs.
"Oh Angel, that wasn't very nice." she said softly to the bunny from downstairs.
Yorkshire rubbed his head in little pain. "That bunny doesn't really seem to like me." he said.
"He's just not used to other ponies. You'll get used to Angel." she said. "You mind waiting in here while I go make some tea that is if uh you're alright with that?" she asked with a little smile, blushing.
"I don't mind at all." he replie
The Routes We Can TakeWhen we think and contemplate,The Routes We Can Take2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The time we have spent,
Alone or otherwise,
And all we can conjure,
Is darkness and peripheral things,
Only embodies despair.
Thoughts of tomorrow,
Are confined to yesterday.
Relationships have been made,
Burnt and forgotten.
But all along this route,
Potholed and distorted,
We still manage to move,
Manage to put one footstep in front of another,
And although the footsteps we leave behind,
May remind us of sorrow,
And fill us with thoughts of pain.
We can be preserved,
We can be stimulated,
That all it takes,
Is for us to move our legs,
Continue to make footprints,
Hope to leave a better past,
And enjoy the time we have now.
Dreams - Chapter ThreeI heard a small chirping sound from my left. I looked there, and to my surprise I saw a small sparrow sitting on the roof tile next to me. It was looking curiosly at me with its head tilted to one side. It did not seem to fear me one tiny bit, possibly due to the fact that it had never seen something like me before. I slowly extended one of my claws towards it, and it hopped onto it. Bringing it up to my face, I peered closer. It eyed me conspiciously for a few seconds before fluttering over to one of my horns. I glanced at it in wonder. Brave thing, that.Dreams - Chapter Three4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey there, fella." I said to the bird. It chirped back in response. I smiled, gazing out over the landscape before me. The entire valley below me was covered in glistening white snow. The road that ran from one end of the valley to the other stood out like a soot streak on a white paper. Very few cars ever came by due to the fact that the highway had been moved further away, making the place where we live a very calm place. I breath