Maybe Aliens are RealMaybe aliens are real.
Maybe they've already been here. Maybe some still are.
Maybe they don't look any different than us. Maybe they don't have big heads, weird skin, and big bulgy eyes. Maybe they look just like us. Maybe they're the same inside and outside. Maybe their blood is red. Perhaps they have a few evolutionary traits that are more or less advanced than us, but maybe they're able to blend in as "specially gifted." Maybe some humans can do those "special things" too.
Your best friend could be from another planet. Maybe you are. Maybe your parents never told you that you cam from another world. But you don't seem too different, do you? You look like humans, you speak like humans, you act like humans...
Maybe life forms on other planets aren't much different than us. Cultural differences, maybe, and perhaps the progress of their civilizations, are slower or faster than ours.
What if an entire society is from a different planet, just fitting in with us? Maybe France is fr
Pinkie Pie's Success: A Prequal to 'Cupcakes'It was a week after Pinkie Pie saw the Sonic Rainboom and got her cutie mark. She was in the kitchen, making her very first batch of cupcakes. Pinkie had just pulled them out of the oven, and was now frosting them with bright pink icing. Her sisters, Blinkie Pie and Inkie Pie, came into the kitchen to see what she was doing.Pinkie Pie's Success: A Prequal to 'Cupcakes'2 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Pinkamena, what in Equestria are you making?" asked Inkie Pie in a dull tone. Pinkie Pie turned to them with a huge smile, holding up the plate of cupcakes.
"I made cupcakes!" she exclaimed. "Wanna try them?" Blinkie Pie and Inkie Pie exchanged glances, then each of them slowly grabbed a cupcake and took a bite. They chewed, and a small smile appeared on their faces. Pinkie Pie bounced, giggling. "Do you like them?!"
"Hmm," said Blinkie Pie. "They're good..."
"Just good?" asked Pinkie, her smile falling.
"Yea, they're okay," said Inkie Pie. "There's something a little off about them, but they're still good."
"But... I want them to be great..." Pinkie Pie murmured
My ConfessionSo many things to live for,My Confession1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But so many reasons to die,
How is it that I can be happy,
While still managing to cry?
One year, five years, ten...
Too many years to count.
All my life, I've denied
The truth about the amount
Of pain in my chest and throat,
No matter how much I smile,
The overall picture decays,
Euphoria lasting a short while.
I had never really confessed
Up until now, for I've lied
For more than a decade about
Crossing to the other side.
I've lied to myself, not friends,
And I've never expressed it,
These feelings of melancholy
That leave me in a dark pit.
Selfishness and selflessness,
Who here can be blamed?
Is it them, or is it me?
Which argument is to be shamed?
A child should never wish to die,
For too young is the soul,
But my innocence was little,
Nay, may've never existed at all.
I cannot tell you exactly when
My heart had started to break,
For I myself do not know when
My whole world began to quake.
"She is bubbly," they said,
"She is so kind and energetic."
ContemplationSilence...Contemplation1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lay in my bed,
Why am I here?
What is my purpose?
Tears run down my face,
And I close my eyes,
Letting moonlight wash over me.
Fate is a cruel thing,
Destiny is elusive.
Existance is nothing more
Than a lie.
The world is ego,
I open my teary eyes, gazing up
At the vast, starry sky.
They look so free...
Balls of fire,
Giant chunks of ice,
Planets more significant
Than our own...
What is up there?
What is out in that void?
The cold air stings my
Tear streaked face...
I sit up, still staring at
The beautiful night sky.
In my bed, I can't help
WHERE THE FUCK IS MY ROOF????
Wake Me UpThey say that every creatureWake Me Up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On earth dies alone.
But if that's true, why would we
Want to live our life alone?
If we're alone during life,
Should we be alone during death?
Life is nothing but a dream,
A dream in which we can't wake up.
We're alone while we dream,
It is only us in our own mind.
That soft sleep is only important
To the sleeper.
Whether it's a good dream or nightmare,
We are alone within our minds.
But what we don't realize is
That life is the dream,
And we can't wake up.
We've seen what we dream,
But that's the real world, elusive.
We've caught a glimpse, and it has
Opened our eyes to our true lives.
Wake me from this dream,
For it is a nightmare.
Wake me up.
Lead me to life, so that I
May die someday, not alone.
Wake me up.
I'm a heavy sleeper, therefore,
You will have to awaken me from this dream.
Waking from a nightmare brings
Such sweet satisfaction.
Wake me up,
For life is nothing but a dream.
Wake me up.
I'm still screamingI am still alive but now I’m barely breathing,I'm still screaming2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m crying out for help but no one seems to hear it.
Can’t you hear me in the night?
Or are you choosing not to hear it?
I’m slipping through the cracks but no one seems to see it.
You want me to be okay, you want me to be fine
But I am faced with a cliff that I am too weak to climb.
It kills you to see me this way,
With lost eyes distant and far away.
Desperately trying to hold on,
I 'm falling through the cracks
But I am too tired to carry on this way,
Like a ghost that can't be saved.
Like a soul that can't be healed.
My life is draining through my veins, my heart is tearing at the seams.
You are afraid to hold me now, afraid my fragile bones are going to fall,
You want me to be stronger
But strong is something that I can never be.
My fingers are slipping on the rock face,
I am losing my grip more and more every day,
Plummeting into the darkness, further and further away.
My skin is scar
The Hindsight of BENOne day I was walking on the sidewalk passed a park. The park was under reconstruction, but I really wanted to see what they were doing, and there were no workers around. Sooo, I snuck under the yellow tape and started looking around. ALL OF A SUDDEN a hard hat comes outta NOWHERE and yells at me to get lost.The Hindsight of BEN2 years ago in Humor More Like This
I run back to the sidewalk, but I feel like I'm being watched. I look around and see a statue staring at me. It looked like Link from Legend of Zelda, but it had a really funny lookin face with little teeth and squinty eyes. Then ALL OF A SUDDEN it teleports in front of me and says...
"You shouldn't have done that."
I went home, totally weirded out.
Then another day I totes wanted to find some awesome Yaoi porn, but the site I went to gave me like 400,000 viruses! Then I turn around and see that fucking statue again! It says...
"You shouldn't have done that."
Then it goes away. I was way weirded out now.
Last week I turned my homeowrk in late and got half credit. ALL OF A SUDDEN,
How Sugar Star Got Her Cutie MarkHow Sugar Star Got Her Cutie Mark2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I had left Ponyville with our parents for a vacation! I had just gotten out of school for the summer, and almost immediately, we were packed up and on the train to Trotpan. I was so excited, I could hardly sit down!
We visited many cities, like Pegashima, Neighgasaki, and Coltyoko... but our main destination was Ponikyo. It was the capital afterall! We stayed in a nice hotel, but had some trouble talking to everypony because we didn't know Trotpanese. Dad had a language dictionary, though, so we were able to get around.
One day, mama took me into town to look at all the toy and candy shops. Oh, as soon as I saw this candy shop... I nearly fainted! There were things in there you wouldn't even dream of! Even Sugarcube Corner wouldn't be able to stand up to this! There were bags of fruit flavored gummies unlike anything I've ever seen, different chocolate bars in outrageous flavors like green tea, strawberry tart, orange cream, coffee, and more! There were biscuit sticks dipped in
Follow the ButterfliesNow I'm twenty three,Follow the Butterflies1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But how can that be?
I didn't want to live, you see.
I've come so far
With all these scars
Caused by a world of liars.
Insignificance, known by name
To be just another useless game
Where all the players are the same.
My arms are covered with butterflies,
An innocent image to another's eyes,
Filling their heads with endless lies...
These harmless creatures do not leave,
But instead, stay to watch me grieve...
Though they tell what I believe...
Let the poor butterflies go.
If you cared, you wouldn't say no.
Would you say you love them so?
The color is red, these simple things,
Dust trails behind their wings.
You will know when the butterfly sings...
That you should let me go.
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamerDreamers2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression
her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch
My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me
until she flips the page
and shows me stories
filled with metaphors of the sky
reminding me that we are both here for the same thing:
I needed a reason to smile
She wanted a lesson in writing
She reminds me that I'm a dreamer
We exchange stories and poems like cigarettes
except the only price we pay is a small portion of our ego
when there are mistakes and flaws,
and we are gra
KarmaThey say, "good things happen to good people," "what goes around, comes around." Does it?Karma1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Think back on your life and count how many good things have happened to you. Compare that to how many good things you've done for the benefit of others. Do they match up? have you gotten good things because you were good?
Compare that to the number of bad things that has happened to you. Doesn't seem fair, does it?
Now think about bad people you've known that seem to get everything they want, even though they've never done good for themselves or others. That doesn't match up either, does it? Mr./Ms. Horrible has got a pretty good life.
I believed in Karma. But for years, that belief has diminished. Watching the world, I see good things happen to bad people, and good people are left to simply watch and die. Sure, you're a good person, and you have had good things happen, but when it comes down to it, it's raining. When it rains, it pours, but after the storm, there's a rainbow. However, you