LifeLife.Life10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is a big, dark, scary tunnel, and there’s a light shining brightly at the end of the tunnel.
We’re all going down this tunnel, some of us running with carefree abandon, letting the wind whip against us as we run down that tunnel, while some of us are more inclined to stroll through life’s tunnel, bemused by those who stumble over obstacles because they didn’t see them in the way.
That tunnel is confusing.
The tunnel is confusing because everything is confusing. The world is big and scary, and you look at yourself from time to time and think, “Wow… It’s me and this huge tunnel, in the dark.” It makes you feel
insignificant, scared, alone, empty, paranoid, invisible, vulnerable, weak, small
And then you put up defenses, as your journey through the tunnel gets more terrifying, as you see things coming after you, shadows flickering behind you, sounds crackling above you, your own senses failing and lying to you as fear takes over.
.: DaveKat Fanfiction :. Chapter 2 - ??After repeatedly banging my head on a wall like a pansy, I decided to talk to him again. It's only been a few minutes, right? Maybe I can say my computer exploded again or something..: DaveKat Fanfiction :. Chapter 2 - ??2 years ago in Settings More Like This
carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG]
CG: I DIDN'T MEAN TO DISCONNECT OR ANYTHING
CG: AND I CERTAINLY DIDN'T MEAN TO TYPE THAT HEART!
TG: chill man
CG: NO. I WILL NOT CHILL.
TG: i was kidding about you liking me
TG: i mean
TG: i like someone else anyway
TG: wouldnt have worked out with you
I froze. Did he seriously just say that? I started to shake.
carcinoGeneticist's [CG] computer exploded.
TG: oh shit
I must've hit my head pretty hard because when I woke up there was a hole in the wall. No wait, my computer exploded? Why? Then I remembered. Sollux had told me that slamming my keyboard wasn't good for it, so I must've done that. Fuck. I faceplamed and sat up, checking the time. Wow, how long was I out? It was now the middle of the night. I wasn't tired, so I got on my phone and logge
9/11 TributeGUMMY BEARS9/11 Tribute1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the way to elementary school,
I’m screaming bloody murder
About how it’s the worst place on earth.
Mom hands me a pack of gummy bears
So that I stop making her ears bleed,
And suddenly it’s as though I don’t have to endure
Seven whole hours of watching paint dry.
I cheer and save the treat for later.
In class my teacher is teaching us about bees,
And it occurs to me that she is quite like one as well.
A woman moving about slowly,
Droning on and on in a language I don’t understand.
She even has a dress
That is yellow like the sun.
But, like a bee’s suit,
It would look better on something else.
The droning is broken by a crash
And miles away,
I see a puff of dust go up
In the two towers I can see from school.
My teacher is wide eyed
And she stares at the spectacle
Because her husband works there
So it’s impossible to tear her eyes away
Just like me.
Everyone is cringing around me
And it’s a while before
FallTell me you need the push,Fall1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then blame me when you fall.
Of course, I was the one who led you to the cliff.
Lyrics: 'Cutie Mark Song' [MLP Season 3 Finale]"What My Cutie Mark is Telling Me" LyricsLyrics: 'Cutie Mark Song' [MLP Season 3 Finale]2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These animals don't listen. No, not one little bit.
They run around out of control and throw their hissy fits.
It's up to me to stop them, cause plainly you can see.
Its got to be my destiny, and
It's what my cutie mark is telling me.
I try to keep them laughing. Put a smile upon their face;
But no matter what I try, it seems a bit of a disgrace.
I have to entertain them. It's there for all to see.
Its got to be my destiny, and
It's what my cutie mark is telling me.
[Pinkamena Diane Pie]
I don't care much for pickin' fruit and
Plowin' fields ain't such a hoot.
No matter what I try,
I cannot fix this busted water chute!
I've got so many chores to do.
It's no fun being me; but it has to be my destiny,
Cause it's what my cutie mark is telling me.
Looky here at what I made, I think that it's a dress.
I know it doesn't look like much, I'm under some distress.
Could y'all give me a hand here and help me fix thi
She is...The kind of girl who stares at a screen,She is...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Searching for the right words.
The one who doesn't hear,
But has always wanted to be heard.
A liar who can't speak,
A coward who can't hide.
Swallowed by her grief,
Poisoned by her pride.
And yet she's found a deeper love,
Flawed as she may be.
Though left in horrid darkness,
She finds that she can see.
And with all her insecurities,
She's slipped through prison bars.
Broke through her imperfections,
And is reaching for the stars.
Yellow And Purple Arent Compliimentary ColorsYellow And Purple Aren't Compliimentary ColorsYellow And Purple Arent Compliimentary Colors2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ampora!" Sollux growled. "Nyeh!" Eridan shouted running away from him. "Don't think you can hide you stupid fish breathed asshole!" Sollux shouted chasing after him. "Sol calm down! Please don't krill me!" Eridan whined. "Shut the fuck up and come over here!" Sollux shouted. "No!" Eridan shouted back. "What the fuck is going on here?" Karkat asked intervening. "This fucktard fish breath broke my fucking computer!" Sollux steamed. "What and you can't just fucking fix it?" Karkat smirked. Sollux sighed. "It's not that easy KK, it was a really expensive computer with years of work put into it and this fucking moron was playing with his stupid ass wand and he broke it." Sollux smirked. "Wow that does sound like a pretty good reason to be pissed. Hey Eridan?" Karkat said trying to bring Eridan over to properly apologize. "Eridan?" Karkat said confused when Eridan didn't respond. He turned around to see that Eridan had already absconded. "Fucki
An Act of Random Kindness An Act of Random KindnessAn Act of Random Kindness 1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, there was a pony named Quiver Quill. He was a bright young earth pony colt, but he was shy, uneasy around other ponies his age, and very lonesome and sad. Some of the ponies he went to school with bullied him and teased him, and often made him feel unwelcome. Anything and everything was fair game to his cruel schoolmates; the pony’s name, his poor athleticism, his teeth, his hobbies, whatever, it didn’t matter, and they delighted in making Quiver Quill feel miserable.
But he found joy in life in a love of books, of reading, and eventually, of writing. Not so much writing assignments for school, but writing fiction. Whenever he found the time, the young colt would write stories, often inspired by the books he read and loved. He’d write new tales of Daring Do and her adventures, of heroes in olden pony times who befriended dragons and, as time went on, of characters of his own creation. So much joy did he find in
Fluttershy's SecretSunday was only two days away. She'd been waiting already: three days, two hours and one minute. What would two more days do? No one would think anything of it if she stayed inside for two more days, would they? She'd never been the most social of the group anyway. It was rare for her to seek out their attention, save every Thursday at the spa with Rarity. She had to cancel this Thursday and the only reason she didn't break down under the scrutinizing gaze of her best friend was because she really had been feeling under the weather. It wasn't a lie. She could hide behind that excuse for two more days. Right?Fluttershy's Secret3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was already mid-morning when a knock came to her door. Fluttershy got unsteadily to her hooves and tried to ignore the churning in her stomach as she walked the few feet from the couch to the door. Pulling it open just a crack, she saw Applejack on the other side wearing her beloved cowboy hat and a concerned expression. "Hey there, sugarcube. Rarity said you were feelin'
Snapped!CanadaNobody remembers meSnapped!Canada10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well not anymore.
I'm sick of all the "Who"s
I'm sick of no recognition
I just want to be seen
I just want to be heard
Sitting in the back
Of the room
Watching the arguments unfold
I wait to be included
It doesn't matter how anymore
I've got plenty of hockey equipment
And plenty to be proud of
But I'm not noticed one bit
Even the ones I've been with since I was little
Don't know I'm there
Well not anymore.
I've got a plan.
I'll be talked about!
I'll be noticed!
And all I've got to do is this...
Pools of vital fluids are whats left
I've gone too far
I stand ashen faced
But I can't help a smile creep on my face
Now I've been seen!
Now I've been heard!
Now they won't forget me.
I just wonder if there's anyone left to remember me...
What have I done?
In a moment of distress
I messed up everything.
Everyone I cared about
Now there's no one to remember me.
Now I'm back to where I start
Stop Hurting, PleaseLet me take your burdens upon my own back.Stop Hurting, Please10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remove your pack filled with pain
And let it instead stain my face.
Wrap your arms around me in an embrace and watch your emotion
Wash over me like an ocean-leaving me raw
So that the pain that I saw is no longer yours.
Instead it pours down like a stream,
Down my throat where it becomes a scream that goes unheard
So that your pain remains curbed inside me.
I, too, hurt, though I don’t wish you to see so instead I bleed
On paper so that the seed sown doesn’t sprout quite so painfully.
When you smile it fills me wonderfully and I don’t feel quite so ground
By the sounds of sorrow.
Though it hurts me, I’d rather have borrowed suicidal thoughts
So you haven’t bought cuts down your wrists.
It hurts like a cyst to hear you sob
So I daub emotion off the surface of my mind
And grind it into ink just to be able to see how much of a fool I am.
When I write, the ink has burst from its dam and I nearly drown
Either pouring i
Apple-Pie Celestia's early morning sun peeked over the horizon as Applejack strolledApple-Pie3 years ago in Romance More Like This
through Ponyville with her early morning deliveries in tow. She preferred making her
rounds early so she could pack her stand up at the end of the day and head straight for
home, just in time for dinner. A single bag filled to the top with apples remained slung
firmly across her shoulder as she made her way to the last stop. Ignoring the closed sign hanging in the door she nudged it open letting herself inside the bakery. A sneaky smile crossed her face, she strangely enjoyed the feeling of sneaking inside while the place was officially closed. The smell of sugar wafted through the air from the morning's first batch of goods as a pink pony poked her head through the kitchen doors.
"Hey there Applejack! Ready to get your apple on?" Pinkie asked with an enormous smile.
An unwanted white roseYou think you know who I am?An unwanted white rose10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How pathetic and foolish can you be?
I am chained! I am bounded!
I will never be free!
How can you like a monster like me!?
I am a white rose,
Who is powerless and weak
And yet my thorns
Have cut you deeply.
Don't you get it!?
Don't you see!?
Can't you realize that
My wrath and anger
Have harmed you greatly!?
I am dangerous!
I am polluted!
Turn back on me!
I am not any white rose
Who is innocent and pure.
I am a monster, a monster!
A filthy, "ugly" monster
A monster, a monster
And my wrath is growing stronger!
Leave me alone!
Before I hurt you.
One or the OtherI hate my life.One or the Other2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe I love it.
It has to be one
Or the other.
Unless I’m insane.
I want to make the world perfect.
A great, if difficult aspiration.
Maybe the world is already perfect.
For without evil, what would give us motivation?
The world isn’t perfect
And neither am I.
We’re either a match made in Heaven or one made in Hell.
Perfect and imperfect.
I bear no visible scars from hurting myself
But my mind does.
I fear I’m at least slightly insane.
We may not bear scars for our misdeeds
But our minds,
Those around us,
And the very planet itself
I find that the thing that I have learned best in school
Is not to let your difference show
Lest those around you
Give you scars
Both physical and mental.
I’m really not a good poet
Sometimes I think that I am a good poet.
Like at the beginning of this one
If it’s anything more than a train of thoughts.
Most of my poems are just organized thought processes.
So it’s really both
Cry.I remember the monochrome screamingCry.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
of sure fired spits and banes,
blue-red flickering out my window
while I allowed hateful hours
and was scared to show my own face.
I remember more adrenaline than fear
when I underwent a painful grip,
a knowing of experience I never imagined,
the night of ultimate humiliation
by being tossed in the extremeties of plunderers
and not just stripped of my only comfort,
but given so little dignity left over.
I remember falsehoods and deceit,
the persons I called friend
due to poor judgement and lack of know-how
and due to excitment of finally being loved
by someone who didn't have to call me pretty.
I remember the blood from dreams
which still lead on this sleeplessness
so I lay in shades of violet and lavender
and the smell of burning righteousness,
only speculative of what a sane one
with dreams of sex and gumdrops
might say if I told them
of these never ending cycles
behind these pretty little eyelashes.
Life with Twilight Ch 1So tell me about life. How do you live it? Play video games, go out and hang with friends, get a big honking paycheck and buy lots of shoes? Sounds like fun, really it does. You should consider yourself lucky to live such a life, cause I sure as hell would. Everyday, it's the same old thing; wake up in this crummy old apartment, go to my college classes, spend about twenty hours per week at work, and then come home to do whatever I can until bedtime. Then I wake up and do the same thing the next day.Life with Twilight Ch 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After mom and dad died, my sister finished college and moved out to California, where she became an overnight success in the field of fashion design. That girl's so rich, I don't even know if she does work anymore. She's been wiring me money from across the country, to help pay for the apartment and the rest of my college tuition. As long as I keep passing my classes, she'll keep providing the support. My other expenses are another matter, which is why I'm working part time. It's really no
The Sun Also Rises, Part 1 of 2The Sun Also RisesThe Sun Also Rises, Part 1 of 29 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was just starting to rise over town, but the shadows of night still clung to the area around Canterlot High School as Sunset Shimmer continued her work, such as it was. Snips and Snails had been there earlier as well, but they’d been picked up by their parents the previous evening once the dance had finished up, and odds were that she wouldn’t be seeing them for several days at least. While everything else that had happened the previous night stretched belief, it would be very easy to prove that school property had been damaged, and while they hadn’t done it themselves, they were party to it.
She paused to wipe some sweat from her brow before putting the last brick into place. Repairs to the front entrance were far from finished, but they were far beyond her capabilities. It would take professionals to undo the damage she’d done to the edifice, replacing glass and concrete and rebar, and what masonry she’d done was
~EridanxSollux~ Of Closets and Bullies~EridanxSollux~ Of Closets and Bullies2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tap Tap Tap.
Sollux felt his eye twitch- a telltale sign of his irritation.
Tap Tap Tap.
If someone didn't get him out of this room soon, he was going to SNAP. And there would be NO ONE to stop him.
Tap Tap Tap.
"Hey, thop that gogdamn tapping!" he growled. The other was staring into space and couldn't hear him- or he was just ignoring him. Both were just as annoying.
Tap Tap Tap.
That was it, he was going to-
Sollux whirled around looking over to the idiot whom he was trapped in a restrictively confined space. Eridan was sitting at the opposite side of the room. He'd been tapping his nails against the side of his glasses in thought for the past half an hour- so much so, that something had come loose in them and made them fall off.
"Oii. Fiithdiick. Not only are you beiing exceediingly annoyiing, but you broke your thupiid glattheth too. THTOP. THE DAMN. TAPPING." He said clearly, now that Eridan wasn't zoned out.
"Oh shut up,
Darkest VishesWhen the sun goes down and the sky turns dark blueDarkest Vishes1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Its time when my vishes finally comes true
At first no one knows vho I am?
Vell, Once I vas a normal purple bat from Pi'illo Island
Then somehow I fed of sveets of nightmares
Thanks of nightmares: I become bigger my claws, my body and my wonderful vings
In the pass of time I become a powerful king
There is one thing to do
I only vanted is having the Dark Stone
Those idiots of Pi'illos they imprison me in Dream Land
At my last act... I destroy the Dark Stone
Making those Pi'illos turned into a stone one by one
Now I'm here... In my dark prison
My only company is deepest of darkness
It's driving me into madness
Yesterday: I'm bat... Today: I'm king... Now: I'm prisoner ... And Tomorrow?
No one can hear my pain or my sorrow...
But don't worry, my dear friends: I vill be free any soon...
And I vill have Dream Stone on my claws
I vill have the whole vorld in the palm of my paw
I'll be the scarest nightmare that the vorld has ne
Why?The place I went to be happyWhy?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is now torn away from me
Turn to frowns
Like water in cupped hands
I know my memories will slowly leave me
I won't be able to tell
If it was reality
Or just a dream
Bounce off me
Inside is nothing
I am now hollow
A person walking this earth
Without a soul
Or maybe my soul is still in here
Locked away with my heart
The key is gone
But hope is still here
I have a companion now
But that's not a good sign
The body we inhabit
Is slipping away
The disease is spreading
And there's nothing we can do
I can sense the tendrils of doubt and sadness
Slipping into the cracks
Manipulating her thoughts
I beat as loud as I can
Trying to give her hope
I don't know
If she can feel me anymore
But I have to try
Business as Normal - PW-R-070Business as NormalBusiness as Normal - PW-R-0701 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
From the outside, the Goldenrod City Gym looked like the average, standard Pokémon Gym, a large domed building with massive windows. The inside was little different, with a battlefield, scoreboard and stands. The only difference that helped it to stand out was the fact that most, if not all, of the Gym’s staff were made up of women.
Alex saw little reason to object to that, though it was mostly due to her general dislike of tokenism, and she suspected that if a man wanted to work at or train in the Gym, they’d be perfectly within their rights to do so, even if they did face criticisms from others for one reason or another. In any case, it wasn’t her problem, and her concerns over the Gym would end very shortly.
“Well Alex, are you ready to go?”
A confident smile formed on her face as Alex called out to her opponent, “Ready when you are, Whitney!”
The Gym Leader nodded, then signaled t
UnspokenThe keyboard is aUnspoken9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the computer
screen makes for
And I'll bet a pot
of gold that you
feel better about
yourself now that
someone else over
But the last straw
broke when I found
that ten year old
girl with eleven
white pills in her
fragile hand - an
idea she had gotten
And it makes me
wonder, how much
blood is on your
Oh, but I suppose it
was worth it for
those extra page
Seven MinutesThe room was dark and quiet; the only sounds that could be heard were the heartbeats of the ponies within. The air was warm and heavy, uncomfortably so. Once again, Twilight Sparkle slammed her shoulder against the door, then groaned when, again, it yielded no positive results. "Darn it!" she growled, stomping a hoof on the floor. "Whose bright idea was it to play this stupid game, anyway?"Seven Minutes2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I think it was Pinkie Pie's," a raspy voice answered. "And she's not gonna unlock the door for a whileyou know how she gets..."
Twilight sighed and rested her head against the soft wood of the door. "Ugh! Tell me about it! Really, who thinks up a game where you lock two ponies in a dark closet?"
When no response came from Rainbow Dash, Twilight tried to blast the door open with a heavy burst of purple magic. The wave of energy filled the room and crashed into the paneled barrier that held them prisoner, but when it impacted, nothing happened. The magic dissipated without so much as vibrating