Dream of the Sandman"Dream of the Sandman"
Hello little ones of body and soul.
You seem suppressed to be called that considering some of you are very old
For you see when you were little I have existed for years untold
You have never meet me when you have walked upon both feet
For to find me you must be very much asleep
My residence is sometimes a mansion built strong with stone
Or sometimes it is box that is very much torn
I am always with you whether in the warm or the cold
Because to me you are special until the day you are nevermore
We all dream of fame
We all dream of glory
But what of those who only dream is to hear a story?
Those are the few
Down underDo I even know you?Down under3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're that girl I always see
Through the corner of my eyes
The one I want to be
Now you're lost
Locked in the back of my mind
Where are you?
Please come out
I found the key to my memory
I know you
Because you cared
Why can't I find you?
You were here
I saw you here not long ago
Can't ever win this game I play
Memories fading away
But I don't ever want to forget
That light that you had
The smile that you gave me
Within my endless thoughts,
Regrets and emotions
Take a break
It all back into the night
You're prettyYou've always been so prettyYou're pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though your heart seems to screams for pity
Mirror images twist and disfigure
Never showing truth
In your eyes
Through the looking glass
In someone else's shoes
You'd see an angel in front of you
Wings chained down
Tied and bound
By her jealousy
Of all those "pretty girls"
Who really knows
What pretty is
Since it is only
All in the eyes
Of the beholder
Drag me to hellFound you laying thereDrag me to hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dying on the floor
I tried to help
Tried to heal
To give you something
Left to feel
Find the demons
Grabbing your wrists
Dragging your almost lifeless body away
They can't take you away
I need you
On the floor
You painted your soul
When I don't know what else to do
I'll cut myself so I can feel
Just what you do
And I'll let these demons drag me away
If only to be with you
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 2(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 21 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"I told you we should have just gone to the doctors" Rainbow Dash told Twilight as the seven of them (the six ponies, plus Spike) walked through town. They were heading to said doctors, actually.
"Well, you can't really blame her for coming to that conclusion. She doesn't know us that well and our symptoms do match those of pregnancy" the purple unicorn said, hesitating before saying the last word.
It seemed her hesitation was needed, as the moment she said that word, everyone became oddly quiet.
It was a truth that none of them could deny, but no-pony wanted to admit it.
Based solely on the symptoms, the
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 1(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 11 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Sugar Cube Corner-
"Pinkie Pie? Are you feeling alright?" questioned the cinnamon-colored mare who had a cutie mark shaped like a cookie that had a bite taken out of it.
Pinkie looked over to the other female pony and smiled, nodding her head.
"Of course I'm alright, Ginger Snap. Why do you ask?" she asked with a grin, her speech slightly garbled due to something being in her mouth.
Ginger Snap's only answer was to look at the three-foot-long strand of strawberry licorice hanging from the pink pony's mouth. Her gaze then wandered to Pinkie's stomach, which was bulging slightly.
Pinkie noticed where Ginger Snap was looking
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 4(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 41 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The streets of Ponyville were unusually busy today. It was late afternoon, yet all the shops were still open and the sky was perfectly clear.
To anyone who lived in Ponyville, it was clear that something important was going to happen today.
And, for what was probably the first time, Twilight Sparkle and her friends were completely unaware of what was happening.
"What's going on?" Twilight asked the five other mares and Spike.
None of them seemed to have an answer.
"The last time I saw every-pony this worked up was when Princess Celestia came for a visit" Rarity commented.
Twilight nodded in agreement. Suddenl
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 3(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 31 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-Pie Family Farm-
Pinkie's eyes darted around the room, scanning for something sweet to eat. The only things on the table were bread and salad.
'Mom must've hidden the deserts' Pinkie thought, frowning as her stomach rumbled.
Baby was hungry. Very hungry.
They must have been eating a lot, since Dr. Phantom had said that Baby was as big as an unborn foal would be at five months, not four like it actually was.
The others had gotten worried when Dr. Phantom told them the same thing about their babies, but Pinkie didn't.
Dr. Phantom didn't say it was anything to worry about, so she didn't worry. Why worry when you don't have
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 5(Regular POV)Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 51 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun was just beginning to rise as the six ponies and the dragon stepped into the home of the royal sisters. As the sun was rising, the guests were not surprised to find that only Princess Luna was there to greet them.
She didn't speak, but rather chose to lead them into the hall which was decorated with stained glass windows depicting acts of heroism not only by the six mortal ponies, but also by the two princesses.
They were not alone. Standing in front of the newest addition to the hall-the image of Discord's second imprisoning- was a light blue unicorn using magic to clean the glass. The unicorn wor
MundaneYou're so fakeMundane2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If that's what I'm supposed to become
Then I don't want to exist at all
Because precision isn't reachable
And imperfections are always clear enough
I can't become what I'm not
Even though it could become easy
If you try hard enough
Tomorrow is another day
But memories can never be replaced
Maybe if I could silence all my thoughts
Or take back all those stupid mistakes
I could be just like you
Boring and mundane
That's hardly a life at all
I know there's a darker side in everyone
And you do your best to hide it
Behind that fakeness
Yet I bet they don't even notice
Because I'm more than aware of the evil
devotedhellodevoted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
youll be glad to know
that I hardly ever
think of you
my nights are
no longer sleepless,
my eyes red-rimmed
Im over you
at last, emptiness
a tired relief
yes, I dont
but my number
hasnt changed if
you ever need to
Poema 9 Monotonia"Pasa el tiempo, sopla el viento,Poema 9 Monotonia11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
no pienso igual, tampoco siento.
Cambia la gente, cambian los sentimientos,
partida acabada, ya no hay más intentos.
No estoy solo, tampoco acompañado,
no vivo, ni muero, agonizo extasiado.
Ni lloro, ni río, noto que algo ha cambiado,
que he de llenar el hueco que se ha creado.
Ahora camino, paso a paso, ya no espero,
es momento de vivir, de saber lo que quiero.
Reconocer errores, empezar desde cero,
hacer funcionar mi vida, ser su ingeniero.
Murió aquél niño, murió la inocencia,
murió una vida basada en la inconsciencia.
Cesó el tiempo de suplicar cl
Poema 12 Vista al Horizonte"El viejo bufón yace cansadoPoema 12 Vista al Horizonte11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
oteando el cálido atardecer.
Recuerda lo que ha amado
y lo que ha tenido que perder.
Grilletes en sus tobillos,
sus manos, libres están.
El cielo se funde en brillos
de color fuego y azafrán.
La brisa acaricia el rostro
que las arrugas nunca poblarán.
Mueren jóvenes los monstruos,
como héroes algunos los recordarán.
Frente a él, un vacío aterrador.
Solo teme el ser olvidado,
y el olvidar aquello llamado "amor".
Su corazón está condenado.
Sonrisa argentea y maliciosa,
no hay lugar para el dolor.
Deja en el suelo una rosa
que le acuna con
ARitO -Part One-The Rose, the Fish, and the WindARitO -Part One-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm popular, I really am
I'm beautiful, envied, spoiled.
All anyone can see of me though is a girl who
Flips her hair and scoffs at anyone who passes her
But I wasn't always this way
I used to be a rose, thorny and stubborn
But nobody like me. I was the girl who people called
"Tree hugger," "freak."
They laughed. I went home and cried cried cried.
The next year was different. I had changed.
I hate skirts, yet I was wearing them.
I am a tomboy, yet I was acting prissy and girly.
I'm someone I'm not, someone I don't want to be, and I hate it.
The ruthless wind had picked this rose up.
Poema 10 Reflejos"Cuan extraña es la miradaPoema 10 Reflejos11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
que devuelve un espejo fragmentado
tras quitar después de años el manto
que cubría un reflejo olvidado.
Cristal reluciente teñido ahora oscuro
no devuelve mas la imagen de un pasado
cuyas sombras han ido cubriendo
aquello que alguna vez ha brillado.
Cicatrices invisibles que se desangran
bajo una máscara de odio blindado
que sobre la tez de un comediante
se torna en el más irónico de los pecados.
Trovador e ilusionista de las mentes ajenas
que apuesta en la vida con dados trucados.
Tahúr solitario, hijo de un destino inexistente
vaga sin rumbo, sin alicient
Poema 11 Soy yo"Soy el hijo bastardo de una lágrima,Poema 11 Soy yo11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
soy el vástago de una sonrisa apagada,
descendiente por parte de ánima
de una poesía olvidada.
Soy el viento a medianoche,
soy una sombra en el camino,
mi vida es un derroche
sin nada escrito, sin destino.
Soy una llama que se apaga con el tiempo,
soy el hielo derritiéndose, poco a poco,
intruso admitido en tu cuerpo
un bufón, un caballero, aquél llamado "loco".
Soy carne y al mismo tiempo nada
soy santo y pecador, blanco y negro,
sin armas, el humor es mi espada,
candente, punzante y siempre preparada."
A Rose in the Ocean -Intro-Introduction/Author's NotesA Rose in the Ocean -Intro-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you sometimes feel that you are just another fish in the "big blue?" Everyone does, I would hope. Everyone should feel as if they are tying to be someone that they aren't in some way. If you are like Emilee, or if you are a popular person, even if you are the type that was never really popular, but always an individual, you should enjoy these poems. They can teach a lesson about popularity and life, and they may even help you figure out something about yourself that yourself that you have never known.
The poems in this "novel" will help tell of how one girl wasn't just a fish in the ocean, but a rose; an
ARitO -Part Two-The Colors of the WindARitO -Part Two-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People continue to stare at me
Not for the same reason as aforementioned, however.
I have changed.
Back to myself
I slip into some baggy jeans
And a large shirt.
People say "she's lost it..."
I say "she's lost it, but now
She's gained it back."
I don't think they understand.
They've been the way they are for their entire lives, I imagine.
They drag any unsuspecting person into the game.
My mother has cheered up a little since I've become myself again.
She thinks that her lectures have had some effect onme.
But they didn't.
I was tired of the game of charades that I was playing.
ARitO -Part Three-A Look on the InsideARitO -Part Three-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have gotten
Attention as the days have rolled on
I'm starting to discover things about myself that I never knew.
Who my true friends are
They aren't those fake girls
That's for sure.
My true friends are the ones that were my friends before I changed
And the ones that are still beside me now.
I'm gaining more and more friends as the days rush by, however.
I suppose that I've influenced other people because they too
Are tired of the
I'm happy for the ones who have discovered themselves
For the ones who haven't I have hope
Hope that they will find
Their true selv
PullFocus10PullFocus10PullFocus102 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I celebrated the sight of Monsters arriving by pausing time and rewinding and while all was quiet, making a sign in,
Most of the minds where I can hide my surprise in. Most of the Minds are susceptible to this and once I'm inside them I find,
They are very good places for hiding.
I signalled at dawn to the shapes changing form and enhanced the chances of the coming of The Void Of Warlocks,
By holding Dragons in my skylight stairwell, allowing captive raccoons to become scattered across lawns with no boundary,
And configuring elementary puzzles to compete with the radiance of TV screens in dreams had by many,
PullFocus8PullFocus8PullFocus83 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Come in from the Cold, my friend, come and be back amongst the fold, back to the heartland of where you belong,
If I take this drug what will happen? Will I have a good time or a bad time, will I be happy, will I be sad?
Our Secret Society has been meeting here annually since 1963, the rain makes background noise fade away naturally,
Accept the chalice, accept the challenge and distort the residue of memories that grow and fly like falcons.
And create just the right room-ambience, pin-point and precise, just the right amount for what we want,
And so much more than what we need to lift you back up off your knees, and bring you
PullFocus6PullFocus6PullFocus63 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snap click finger-boogie cracks and cricks on crackles and picks up bits of ether essence from different era regenerations,
And I'm sleepwalking backwards through time as ever and always and sleepwalk back forwards through time as it ends.
Look at that ocean of hillsides, look at the emblems on fire,
It opens in thick vegetation, skulking low and indifferent, making calls to lost memories and watching the high-wires,
Change shape into something as whitethroats, treecreepers and goldcrests make serenades to dawn before dawn,
Arrives as majestic as the song-call which alarms trees and wakes sleepers trapped sleepwalking forwar
PullFocus5PullFocus5PullFocus53 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep a Mystic close behind me, closer than my shadow, to speak in tongues and summon bad weather,
To dissuade the murderer in my headlights from going through with the game according to the rules,
And throw me off the scent of my own Self and other versions of other people I've been,
But mostly my efforts are fruitless and I only act as a catalyst,
To catastrophe and hurt.
I am pursued in secret by a small group of intriguers and kept awake all night,
By enthusiastic horse-whisperers who want me lashed and crucified,
And shackled in an iron shirt.
When I was a waxwing in 1883 I spent long September days dreaming I could
PullFocus3PullFocus3PullFocus33 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's the original mellow hipness and the refreshingly languid lack of forward motion,
That does it for them every time.
It was the Ghost of the third incarnation of the seventh version of my spectral Other,
That was pulling all the strings though,
A passage of music draped in whimsy (HARK! The Union Pipes of our glorious homeland),
Summons forth the coming of an equal segment of time,
An incantatory interlude, the middle of the Dance, the mid-point of proceedings:
A Dark Age is upon us.
I left this scene discreetly and momentarily I paused and drew breath,
It's cold somewhere in 1741, Winter night-time just beyon
PullFocus2PullFocus2PullFocus23 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We watch your dreams struggle to find direction in a sinister cloud-chamber and offer little help despite strong feelings to do so.
In the eyes it stays forever.
If I can muster up the strength and summon forth the gemfireshadow just once more before Winter and play my lyre at the gates of GarNajael at sunset,
I will charm you from the hills and draw your gaze from burning cars on broken roads in dreams always disturbed by morning,
Then lead your feet in a merry dance to regattas in magical nooks,
Charm you from the hills of your inwardly miserable Autumn,
And enchant you within the secret grasp of Winter in GarNajael.