Pony de Campo, Pony de CiudadPony de Campo, Pony de Ciudad1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Rojo…rosa…rojo…rosa…creo que me veo bien en rosa…pero quizá sea bueno variar e ir por el rojo… ¿Le gustará el rojo…? Debo averiguar cual es su color favorito…” – Susurraba Beauty Brass para si misma frente al espejo mientras trataba de decidir que moño usaría para cuando ella y Octavia fueran a buscar a Fiddlesticks a la estación de trenes esa misma tarde.
“Definitivamente el rosa. Fue con el que me vio la última vez… ‘si no está roto, no lo arregles’ ¿No es así?” – Beauty Brass había pasado toda la mañana y gran parte de la tarde arreglándose y preparándose para su encuentro con Fiddlesticks. Se había bañado al menos tres veces con distintos shampoos y acondicionadores. Cuando su manto estuvo tan brillante y sed
Depression - What It Is InsideTrapped and enclosed,Depression - What It Is Inside1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It can't be exposed.
It knows all we're taught,
and contradicts every word.
We become it's biggest addict.
It has no faith.
It has no love.
It comes too late into the age,
And chokes all who feel it hang,
To evict us from our home.
Without a fault.
Without a soul.
It's nothing we should know.
Guilty of sitting alone,
Unworthy of what others deserve.
No need for fears,
No need to pretend.
Only a desire to disappear.
Don't reach for the brightest hand,
Just crawl away.
This idea of none,
To some a magicians hoax.
Without a friend for fun,
The thought will never come,
To those who never know.
It forever persists,
It will never leave.
While we can't be saved,
And with nothing to be,
At our core we're not gone.
Another Jaded SoulI see your issues from your heartAnother Jaded Soul1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not blind, I see your part
I'm just coldened, my facade-hung
I just dig within myself
To tell the story everyone holds
But nobody cares to knows
Created dumb and thick
2 I first walked
3 I first talked
Choking grades, cartoon days
Always behind the older siblings times
But still give me compliments, as if I'm brilliant
likes hidden for me ignorant
Forever a failure, Forever stupid
Beginning wounds started to open
The old man ran once I was done
It was his own teenage fun
Soon off to his bottle, his favorite son
He gave me his name, I'm his personal frame
I was scared, then told he doesn't care
To him I'm forever just a child
My scars still burning compiled
The next crept up fast
Great grandmother in opaque glass
11 years soon came to pass
Her olden lover, would rejoin her at last
Walking through the evil streets
Mocked at by kids, emotionally beat
Cover my pain, laugh with their games
Walk to my home, my eyes soon foam
Embedded wounds not ready to
Empty BayDrowsy as I seeEmpty Bay1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How many lives that bleed
Minds now to dilate
And witness all of the hate
I can't feel everyone,
but blurry blood will run
I can hear their cry,
my desiring to die.
Once inspired and unafraid,
by sights of decorate decay.
Turned to an ounce of sighted crime,
my body can only grind.
Overwhelmed by all animosity,
motionless to any atrocity.
Another dripping blade,
through the spine, does it mean betray
Waking up to sights of more murder in two,
bottled up to pressure, solve I'll never do
Saturated streets will sly all the air,
snoring sounds so silent one couldn't care.
This no worries to us 'til the sun slumbers to tide,
and all the livid ignorance harvests to a world cried.
I can see their free joy to leap and evoke,
loved turned victims soon dismembered, dirt-soaked.
Once again I feel the hate,
all liars disguise and create.
Now afraid, I hide away,
to one empty bay.
Water to plants in the empty bay,
Crawling concussed from every diseased day.
Shopping through the gard
The Story Which Lives ForeverIt's more than a book,The Story Which Lives Forever2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's more than a film,
It's more than a fandom,
It's more than that all.
It's a story which gripped hearts,
It's a story which made us happy,
It's a story which made us laugh,
It's a story which made us cry.
It taught us how to imagine,
It taught us that anything is possible, whether Wizard or Muggle
It taught us to believe
It taught us to be strong.
Now when I look back,
I ponder over what would have happened
If it hadn't been there at all.
It's a thing that I find,
Like friends, it was something
which shaped who and what I am.
And now when I watch the films, read the books or just imagine,
I know, deep down, that
Hogwarts will always be there to welcome me home.
I am the magpieI am the magpie.I am the magpie2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alone and isolated,
Some demons to haunt me
But mostly my thoughts.
All by myself, no different tomorrow.
I am a magpie, one is for sorrow.
A friend here to join me
A blessing indeed,
To help me when I cry,
And for me to do in return.
They have good morals twice stronger than troy,
I am a magpie, and two is for joy.
One more to join us
Will three be a crowd?
One way to see.
A delta of friends.
Together we find, adventures unfurl.
I am a magpie, three's for a Girl.
Two pairs now,
Will we be divided?
Enough to take sides
But we are forever bonded.
A troupe of us all, to see and enjoy.
I am a magpie, four's for a boy.
Our numbers keep growing,
But not for the worse.
It gets complicated,
However we are strong.
One natural leader, and us to help her,
I am a magpie and five is for silver.
Half a dozen.
Little divisions now.
Too many to be one.
Almost too many to bond.
Huddling together our hearts won't grow cold.
I am the magpie and six is for gold.
Fluttershy And The GriffonGilda the griffon sat alone and deep in thought atop a lone cloud, her eyes glued upwards toward the vast, blue skies. She laid on her back, claws behind her head, wings folded at her sides, allowing the tiny cloud to carry her away as it slowly drifted along the wind currents. Far off in the distance was the town of Ponyville, where the griffon had departed from only a few hours before in a huff. There was hardly a sound to be heard. It was truly peaceful. Gilda sighed heavily.Fluttershy And The Griffon4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
However, despite the quiet and serenity, there was nothing but a violent, hectic war of intense emotions raging in Gilda's heart. The memory of Rainbow Dash, the only friend who still kept in touch after graduation, telling her off in front of all those ponies replayed itself over and over. Just like that, they were no longer friends, or even acquaintances anymore. It was incredibly difficult for Gilda to wrap her mind around it; it just seemed unbelievable that their relationship had fallen out in such a way.
Fell Into the Right Hooves Ch4Fell Into the Right HoovesFell Into the Right Hooves Ch44 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was the four week mark. Today, Dash was to meet the doctor who had done his best to grant her a second chance at flight. It fit in her schedule well; the Wonderbolt auditions were tomorrow.
Doctor Heartfeld was making his rounds. Though it was never necessarily busy at the Ponyville hospital, there was always work to be done. Caramel was in almost weekly with a new bump or scrape to have looked at from his clumsy work on the Apple farmland, and there was never a shortage of schoolchildren filing through with everything from scuffed knees to 'cooties'. Today, however, the most notable patient he had ever treated was on his clock.
Doctor Heartfeld entered the small exam room, the same worn look as a month before. "Ms. Dash! It's good to see you again. So, are you ready to begin your rehabilitation?"
Dash sat on the bed-like exam table. She had always hated the paper sheets on those things. "Actually, Doc," Dash b
Worth Suffering ForThe night air was brisk to say the least, and Rarity would have much preferred to be inside and out of the harsh chill. It definitely wasn't something she delighted in. Harsher still, though, was the expression on Sweetie Belle's face, and the glare with which she had looked at Rarity after her failed attempt to reconcile. Rarity watched, shocked, as Applebloom and Sweetie Belle walked away, their forms receding from the campfire and fading into the darkness of the woods. She hesitated for a moment and sighed softly, glancing at Applejack. She took a few steps towards her, trying to keep her voice low enough that the fillies wouldn't overhear.Worth Suffering For3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, that apology went swimmingly. Applejack, why do you have to be so good and make me look so bad?"
Applejack chuckled and gestured to the unicorn.
"Oh Rarity, once again you're thinkin' about yourself. Bein' sisters is a give and take. You've been doin' a whole lotta takin', but you haven't been doin' a whole lotta givin'."
Rarity thought fo
Somepony That I Used to KnowSomepony That I Used to Know2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now and then I think of when you were on the show
Like when you said you just don't what went rone
Told myself that you were right for kids
And felt so happy in your company
But that was friendship and it's a feeling I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of (pony/show)
Like waiting for the season finale
Always the finale
So when we found that you could not make the rote
Well you said that you would still be in the back
But I'll admit that I was sad that you were over
But they didn’t have to censored you
Fro-ing her out like a baked-bad
And that she were nothing
And they don’t even think of your fans
But they treat you like a baked-bad
And that feels so rone
They didn’t have to to censorer you
Make the bronys cry in there beds
And then change the Dr name
I guess that they don’t like us though
Now you’re just somepony that I used to know
Now you’re just somepony that I used to know
Now you’re jus
PW: It's EnoughShe who is completely unaware of my stare sits silently in that same chair. As I study the curve of her neck, the tilt of her head, the way her fingers caress the spine of the book in her hand, I realise it is the same routine I continue to indulge in every time she sits in that spot. Under my fingertips, the wood of my desk is familiar, comforting. Nothing like what she does to me. When she's near, the feeling of uncertainty creeps up on me, and I find my wit slower, my tongue clumsier. Bracing my hands on the desk is all I can do to stop myself from going mad.PW: It's Enough5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And to all this, she is completely oblivious. To my discomfort, to my mind racing with thoughts of her, to my obvious disposition and fascination with her. Concentrated solely on the story she is reading, she licks her bottom lip and bites it slightly, much to my desire's displeasure and pleasure. Somehow, she doesn't even need to touch me to make me long for her.
How is it that someone who has delved so deep into my past
LIF Slender Pt. 3[Mordecai and Rigby walk up to the rake Thomas was using.]LIF Slender Pt. 32 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rigby: Hey, where's Thomas.
Mordecai: His shift is almost over. He probably cut out early.
[Thomas wakes up in a movie theater. A new York banker is sitting next to him.]
Banker: Let me guess, Slenderman got you too?
Thomas: Wait, who are you? Where am I?
Banker: I was a banker of Wall Street you saw a page and then got kidnapped by the slenderman. He dragged you down here to Limbo.
Banker: The first level of hell. Not as bad as the other levels, but still isn't that good. All we do is sit around and watch B movies.
Thomas: So, I'm in hell?
Banker: Pretty much.
[Twilight is leading the group to finding next pages.]
Applejack: So let me get this straight Twi, a slenderman is trying to get us because we found some pages?
Twilight: I can't explain the signification of the notes, but if we don't find them all there's a chance Slenderman might get us.
Dipper: Great, all I wanted was today to just be normal. Now we're
Sickness InsideDay OneSickness Inside1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What do you mean?
I'm just exhausted from a long day.
Just let me rest my eyes.
I'm... I'm fine.
A new game? No thanks, I'm not interested.
I just want to go back to my room.
I'm starting to feel dizzy.
I don't want to do anything right now.
My friends all got scholarships.
I'm being left behind...
Please believe me.
It wasn't just a terrible day.
No, please don't leave...
I know nothing.
A stupidity I've hung to live in.
No air to exhale the deepest loathing inside.
I've never liked myself...
I feel nothing anymore.
Joyous memory all drained from me.
Weeks that feel like decades of seeing love.
But I don't have strength to reach it...
I lost everything from my would.
Leave me in my emptiness.
Nothing good should happen.
Nothing I deserve...
I feel all alone.
A long day filled with the largest void of lig
Stay The SameOnce again I've changed,Stay The Same1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Still not one I can love.
It's all still pain,
Should I just release it out,
No matter how hurtful it sounds?
What should I do,
When you will just stay the same?
All this time I just needed you,
To be here and listen to my words.
Instead I see you laughing,
With the friends you said you never had.
Understand this bitter angst,
The kind that was always in your head.
How could you be so callous,
When our eyes spoke of the same:
I shouldn't care,
When I meant nothing in your life.
Maybe I'm just older,
And all of this won't matter,
But your memory just won't fade,
Nor will the anger you had made.
I don't know if I'm to blame,
But why do I miss you,
When you just stay the same?
King Sombra's WarningKing Sombra's Warning2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
King Sombra's Warning
"Wow, today sure was great, wasn't it Twilight!" said Spike as he walked up the stairs with Twilight. They were both getting ready to go to bed after a long day of having saved Equestria once again and needed a lot of sleep.
"I mean, we saved the Crystal Empire, you passed your test, and I'm a hero now!" he continued excitedly. "Bet you weren't expecting that, eh?"
"Oh Spike…" said Twilight laughing, "…you were always a hero to me!"
"I know, but isn't it, like, just awesome that I have my own stained glass window in honor of what I've done now?!"
"It does feel pretty good to be in one of the stained glass windows in the Canterlot Palace. Of course it's traditional to always make one when somepony…or dragon, saves the day."
Spike stopped and started entering his little basket bed while Twilight continued on to her bed. She used her magic to lift the covers and began tucking herself in while talking to Spike.
"A lot has happened in the last f
Still AliveWake where the skies turned awayStill Alive1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He feels for nothing but his own
Once to defy
Once to contrast
Control her beyond what could last
Unknown cries hidden in the past
Believed to free
Believed to love
Adventure into his tomb
Where rape smelled of ash
Then to shame
Then to repay
Without hate to misguide
He wanders into the paths he carved
Thoughts to save
Thoughts to amend
His fear invisible on the outside
Shocked to find what remains alive
Seeking to harmonize
Seeking to rest
Confront alone her stance overgrown
She bleeds out hidden hate
Never to forget
Never to forgive
Sustenance of what was once young
Her soul remains a tool
Forever he hides
Forever he regrets
Suicide is Not An OptionWhy are you thinking about dyingSuicide is Not An Option1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you haven't even tried to live your life?
Pokemon 2000- Power of One"Disturb not the harmony of Fire, Ice, or Lightning,Pokemon 2000- Power of One6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Lest these Titans wreak destruction upon the world in which they clash.
Though the water's Great Guardian shall arise to quell the fighting,
Alone its song will fail. Thus the Earth shall turn to Ash.
O, Chosen One, into thine hands bring together all three.
Their treasures combined, tame the beast of the sea.
From the trio of islands, ancient spheres shall you take,
For between life and death, o the difference you'll make.
O, Chosen One, climb to the shrine to right what is wrong,
And the world will be healed by the Guardian's song."
Epic Rap Battles of Cartoons: Sonic vs RD (Revise)Epic Rap Battles of Cartoons: Sonic vs RD (Revise)3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF CARTOONS!
SONIC THE HEDGEHOG
Yo, Sonic's my name, and speed is my game!
I'm a badass hedgehog, you're a pony; LAME!
Bro Knuckles got my back, and Tails is my brotha.
We could whip you all, ya chromatic muthabucker!
I've been to the Olympics and I've been to space,
I'd be kickin' your flank all over the place!
I'm movin' so fast that I go the speed of sound!
Ya can't catch me, so stay back in your pound!
What'd ya talkin' about? That place is for dogs!
For your info, I'm a pony, so buck off, hedgehog! M' Sonic
Rainboom's every color, and yours is just bluer.
Just goes to show ya why I'm 20 percent cooler!
I'm the fastest pegasus in all of Equestria.
So fast, I can go through time! Aw yeah!
If it weren't for your shoes, you'd be slower than Tank!
Three words, pal: Kiss My Flank!
That's the best you got? You're pathetic to the max!
For an athlete, you sure love to relax!
Usin' rainbows and butterflies
to beat up the ba
A Spirit on the WindIt is incredible how the wind can bite when there isn't a breeze in the sky. Creatures of the air and creatures of the earth both know that the wind is never truly still, but that its currents can be ridden on or fought against. So can any find peace, and so can any feel the biting wind, all under the same sky. If the currents move slow, one need only to move fast, to fight the world itself and feel the sting of its retribution.A Spirit on the Wind2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Even for so bellicose a creature as this one, fighting the world is no simple task. The body burns its fuel of anger and sadness and frustration quickly, and leaves a tired husk of a being who fought the world and, like all who fought before her, lost. To fight the firmament is to have hope only of a long fight.
This creature had no lack of fuel. But she had no direction. She had no hope. She knew she would lose. She wanted only to burn, to shed her anger and her sadness and her frustration and hope that for once in her life of anger and sadness an
It's Okay to be a BronyIt's Okay to be a Brony3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's Okay to be a Brony
There are plenty of reasons why a guy would want to hide the fact that he is a brony. But one should not have to hide who they are because of what others will think. I came to this realization about a month ago. I am tired of hiding who I am, I'm a brony dammit, and proud of it!
The breath left my body as the fist drove hard into my stomach. My eyes crossed as I took a blow to the face. Now on my knees, I lifted my arms up in an attempt to shield myself from the brutal beating. I would have called for help, but they followed me from school. Why do people get bullied for being different or liking something that someone else doesn't?
"Keep out of our way girly boy," sneered the larger as he kicked me real hard in the ribs. "We would hate to accidentally hit a girl."
"What a loser," the other chimed in. "What kind of guy likes my little pony? I'm totally telling everyone about this," he chuckled as he snapped a picture of me on his phone.
They left laughing