To you Cruel world, friends and all,
I say goodbye, as now I fall.
You've shown me pain, sadness and fear.
It cut me deep, bled out my cheer.
But still I laughed, as though to hide,
The gaping hole, my heart reside.
I wore a mask of borrowed cheer
to hide behind, to cover my fear
For I thought, I hoped, a prayer
that once I'll be, a happy mare.
But so it is not and never shall be.
The impossible wish, crushed within me
Ground to dust, from hooves to head.
It pours on out through tears I shed.
I can't go on, this pain I hide,
I've given up, can't keep inside.
So now I fall, and now I die
For though I laugh, Inside I cry...
A Final DuetA Final Duet3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My dear Vinyl, who could have foreseen
my dear friend, how long has it been
It seemed an eternity since I've seen your face
so leaving the train I had a quick pace
I went to our house, nopony was there
I peered inside, but found it was bare
I wondered then, what could have occurred
you leaving town just seemed so absurd
I searched high and ever so low
wondering still, where did you go
I asked around, nopony talked
with sad faces, away they walked
I didn't Know, I wondered why
what had I said to make them cry
Suddenly I heard a tune I knew
I heard it before while I lived with you
I saw a glimmer, a spark of hope
at the top of a grassy slope
It came from there, without a doubt
the song I heard, the town throughout
The sound you played, it beckoned to me
I followed it gladly, filled with glee
But as I reached the top of this hill
my happiness had all but it's fill
Sadness now came in roaring seas
Smile, if only for me...Smile, if only for me...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Through the good and the bad
you were always happy, never sad
Through each day you'd smile and laugh
brightening the life of all in your path
But when you died and the world grew cold
I heard you whisper from Death's dark hold
"Just keep smiling, if only for me"
"If nothing else, cause then you'll see"
"The world around you is always in need"
"but give it a smile and it will be freed"
"Freed from the chains that bind it down"
"Freed from the hate that makes us all frown"
"Freed from the sorrow that darkens your day"
"so that our friendship can wash it away"
"Even now, when you feel down"
"and the world makes you frown"
"I'll be here, right with you"
"to make your smile shine like new"
That's what I heard and it rang in my head
as i raced to your house to find you dead
As I sat with you, crying in pain
Some of my tears, they fell on your mane
And as they touched, what did I see
I saw you get up and smile at me
You told me to smile, if only for you
And the reason why I already knew
The NeverFree PrincessThe NeverFree Princess3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the land of Equestria, long ago
there were two royal sisters, of that you know
One brought the night, the other the day
But one other princess was hidden away
One so sad, with a broken heart
for in this world she had no part
One who had the gift of will
but nopony needed her still
For ponies ruled the Equestrian land
and setting it free was never planned
So from the castle, one day she fled
ponies watching her fly overhead
She felt so useless, so unneeded
her sorrow ignored, so unheeded
She flew to the south, nopony was there
the land had no will, leaving it bare
She poured her magic into the earth
she saw it all happen, her magic give birth
Birth to a place where all was free
from the weather to the growth of a tree
She brought some ponies to show them her land
they stayed a while, finding it grand
But soon they learned the darker side
of the shadows and what they hide
The creatures that lurked behind the bend
were the kind y
Pinkie Pie's Final PartyThe sun is going down again. From the top of a haystack, I look down upon the party I set up, feeling a tinge of joy, something that has escaped me for long.Pinkie Pie's Final Party3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Everything still feels so unreal. Not too long ago, I was the cheerful, hopping pink pony with puffy mane that threw the best parties. Yet now, here I am, sitting alone in an abandoned barn on the lonely rock fields, eyes dried by excessive crying.
It all happened too suddenly, tearing my world apart. Everything was fine only a year ago. We went to Canterlot, defeated Chrysalis, and had parties, just as how things were meant to be.
But I guess parties can’t last forever after all.
A few days ago was Applejack’s memorial day. The apple family came together to Sweet Apple Acre to pay respect to her. Granny Smith, Big Mac and Applebloom were grief-ridden, but they had some shoulders to cry on. I? I don’t have such shoulders anymore, and I couldn’t bring myself to the memorial lest I breakdown. In fact, I have
Night's EnvyNight's Envy3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Princess Luna slipped into her twinkling shoes and turned to the mirror. She applied her light eyeshadow that sparkled only a little, if you looked closely. The finishing touch was the crown, a pure black, timeless relic, right behind her horn.
"Luna, my sister!" The familiar call of Luna's sister, Princess Celestia, came from outside her door. "Are you ready?"
The door opened with Luna's magic and Luna turned to her sister.
Celestia looked stunning, as usual. Her hair was a flowing gradient of colors, all of which represented happiness and love. Her shoes were a dazzling gold, as was her necklace and crown, which were adorned with purple gems that highlighted her purple-pink eyes. Everything about her sister was perfect. Luna had never once felt the need to envy it.
"I am," Luna replied, smiling.
"No time to lose. We can't be late for the Royal Speeches."
Luna followed her sister to where they were transported by chariot to the plaza where Royal Speeches were traditionally given.
Reading Rainbow: PrologueReading Rainbow: PrologueReading Rainbow: Prologue3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"She's got what now?" asked the currently bamboozled farmpony now distracted away from her apple bucking.
'They say it's got something having to do with too much magic usage causing eye strain. I am not a doctor so I suppose we will all just have to wait and hope if it nothing too severe. I do hope she will be alright." Rarity had a hint of worry in her voice. She was the one present in the library when she had come across a collapsed Twilight gripping her own head in her hooves as if it was in an unbearable pain. Spike was next to her trying to ask what was wrong with her when Rarity came in and immediately came to her aid. They both rushed her to the hospital, but Rarity and Spike were told that there are currently no visitors allowed as they are tending to their seemingly sick friend.
"Ya think it's got something to do with all of that reading? She has been doing nothing else but hitting the books these days, and when I say hit I mean actually read 'em, unl
Angel WingAngel Wing3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The echoing sound of misplaced water fills the cold, misty air as a young filly charges through a shallow stream. Headed deeper into the Everfree Forest, she trudges quickly through mud and ducks past low branches. All the while looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her unknown assailant. Much too late, the little filly realizes her mistake. Too preoccupied with outrunning the attacker, she had reached a dead end bathed in Princess Luna's moonlight. Having nowhere to go, the young pony flutters her tiny wings rapidly. Willing with all her might that today would be the day she flies, today...when she needed to fly the most.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves hitting the damp ground reached the pegasus' ears. The attacker would soon be upon her. She willed herself to remain calm, fluttering her wings harder as each hoof slowly lifted off the ground: one hoof high, then two hooves. Beyond the trees, she could hear heavy hoof steps thunde
ConfidenceAs far as I am aware ofConfidence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And to the extent of my limited understanding
There exist two frames of mind that polarize one another
These are the states of being of feeling either special or insignificant
Most would claim that these states of being are completely separate
However I propose an alternate approach:
That we are simultaneously special as well as insignificant
As far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
It is important to feel special as well as insignificant at the same time
On the smaller scale we have our free will, deep thoughts as well as our complex emotions
On the larger scale the world is completely indifferent about our existence
The former makes us special
The latter makes us insignificant
Both these ring true for any and all
As far as I am aware of
And to the extent of my limited understanding
Whilst these frames of mind and being can coexist
I propose that these frames of being when realized individually lead to ruin
If one focuses solely on
Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 4The world felt like it had exploded around her. Suddenly, needles of ice punctured her lungs. The metallic taste of blood tinged her lips and for some reason she was burning alive. In the distance she could hear sirens wailing and terse, anxious voices barking out orders and choppy directions. None of them made any sense and she was being eaten from the inside out with fear. Scootaloo struggled to even remember what had happened that had led to this, but her thoughts were sluggish and she couldn't seem to collect them.Final Dreams of a Filly Ch. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only once the world came to a shuddering halt did she realize that she was in an ambulance. Before she could invest in the thought, she felt herself slip from consciousness and she was plunged into complete darkness. It didn't last long - or it didn't seem to. What felt like seconds later she opened her eyes and tried to sit up with a start. Her entire body was convulsing and trembling, but she could feel her heartbeat raging away within her frail chest.
A strong set of
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
BelovedBeloved:Beloved2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
ScarringAt some point in my life I stopped posting pictures that included my left forearm. It wasn't one of those gradual things where eventually I noticed this to be the case and had to search my soul to figure out why.Scarring2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I didn't need to figure it out. I knew. My left forearm is covered in scars, and scars are not acceptable anymore. I've grown up and left behind the things that made me sad -- or at least I've told myself that I have.
It could just be that I learned that sadness lasts forever when it's cut into your skin.
That's the thing about scars, though. If you're sad enough or angry enough or empty enough, you don't care about forever, until one day you're grown up and someone is looking at your wrist with a question in their eyes.
People keep saying that scars are beautiful in their own way, that they tell a story. Maybe that's true for others, but not for me. You can't tell a story from the lines of white tissue on my arm. Or maybe you can, and the story is as follows:
"Once upon a tim
ScarsStanding in the showerScars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Skin turning redder
I stay still and soak it in
This water won't erase my sins
Scars stand out bright white
Burns and cuts all in sight
The real scars cannot be seen
They reside inside of me
I wonder if all I will be
is a creature scarred eternally?
The DecreeThe Decree1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The town of Ponyville would, at first glance, seem like just your everyday type of Equestrian settlement. But this unassuming place had witnessed many extraordinary events in recent years, perhaps none more so than the ascension of Twilight Sparkle, former student of Princess Celestia, now a fully-fledged alicorn Princess in her own right. The ponies of Ponyville had long respected their former librarian, so when this great change came, they'd welcomed it with open hooves. Though her transition was far from easy, and she'd faced many challenges in her life, she'd overcome them all, with the help of her closest friends.
Perhaps most recently, she'd faced her most dire ordeal yet, when a tyrant of great power emerged from the darkest depths of Tartarus itself to threaten all of Equestria. But like all other challenges, Twilight and her friends had risen to overcome it. However, unlike her other trials, this one left a permanent mark upon Ponyville, one that nopony could possibly miss. Si
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
A Lost Fluttershy: RarityDear Princess Celestia,A Lost Fluttershy: Rarity3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I probably won't even send this letter. I can't explain why I'm writing it, but I have to or I feel like I'll implode. I can't even really wrap my head around what it is that I'm writing to you about. I mean, everyone thought she was so happy. Sure, she was quiet but no one thought anything of it. I just don't understand.
She was my best friend. She was my everything, really. It seems impossible that she really did it. I could have helped her, I could have saved her. I could have done something. Some friend I was I didn't even know she was hurting. She was my best friend. Some pony I am to not know my best friend was thinking about killing herself.
I can't get the image out of my mind. She was so timid, so sweet and kind and loving to everything. My scream could have raised the dead when I walked into her house the day she was late to our weekly spa appointment and saw her lying there.
It hurts so badly, Princess. I don't know what I'm suppose
Tired, Exhausted, DrainedTired, Exhausted, Drained:Tired, Exhausted, Drained2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am bloody exhausted! Drained to the core of my soul.
I wake up every morning with bags; burning ever deeper into my eyes.
Sunken masses of flesh, reminding me that the dreamscape -
One in which I sought refuge; is now buried where it lies.
Yet still I force myself to trudge through this wilderness.
Forever caught in a moon drenched, delusory twilight.
An endless cycle of failure and renewed hope;
Giving rise to the very stubbornness that defines me.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 5th February 2013
To Write of HorrorTo paint a scene of mythic horrorsTo Write of Horror3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take dim lit room and darkest corners
Find a child huddled there, cradled tight in his despair
Silent here for not his murmurs,
murmuring out a prayer
He asks the keeper keep to keeping
While all his guardians tucked in sleeping
Ignorant of the shadows creeping
Slow across the hallway floor, standing now outside his door
Somewhere near the sound of breathing,
breaths too heavy to ignore
Then just outside there raised a howl
A distant boom and monstrous growl
Envisions he a ghostly cowl
Afloat across the yard in prowl
Come to steal his soul away, curtains hold the fiend at bay
With scrapes across the window scowls,
scowling out in its dismay
The shutters joined the fray with flapping
Hard against the walls their rapping
While all around began a tapping
With no relent unceasing clapping
the pitter-patter's endless lapping
Solace to the boy then came, raptured from this fearful bane
Slowly drifts his mind towards napping,
napping through a night of rain