IntoxicatedYou hold me down
I need to breathe
Numbing words and bleeding words
Just let go of yourself
This will change the rest of your life
And youll never make it out alive
What builds all this pressure
Inside my head
What sends the room spinning
Its only the first time
My head is aching
But I feel so alive
Flashing city lights
Neon burning my eyes
What is going on?
Where are you taking me now?
Forcing me down the busy streets
Cold air touches my skin
The illuminated city becomes pitch
Hollow eyes and empty words
Where have you taken me?
I cant take another minute
I cant even speak
Ignorant.I admit I'm still truly naive...More Like This
Though I try to stray away,
It's in our nature we all are.
I thought my problems surpassed everyone's.
A crisis was when I fell down and I got hurt.
But what of them?
I wish I could see the world, through your eyes.
Welling up with painful tears,
And I need to know why.
Even though you've told me many times,
I still don't believe you.
Because, through everything...
I wish I could walk in your shoes,
Even if they're dirty.
If I could see into you, I'd be a better person.
Maybe for once, I could be empathetic.
Because, through everything...
the ilium journals.it's all like little beaches in her hands and the sun rains down hot in the water. hot like kisses and the sand on the beach of her hands.More Like This
it's all like the feathers on my floor pulsing into the water so lightly. light like kisses and the feathers on the floor of the vacant shore.
open screen doors let the bugs make our house a home
it's like the freckled hairs of the lake that we comb, and we comb.
MomaDear Moma,More Like This
Didn't they tell you?
He's an internal abuse
Why must you tease?
You tore him down
But you are not pleased
Why did you lie?
You said you loved me.
Lying is a mere crime
You heard him cry
You saw him cut
But still you rid goodbye
I love you so
But my heart is beaten
My opened door is closed
Moma, moma, moma
Why should you hate me?
I, your own creation
But you hate me.
I just want you to love me
I tried everything
Every last apology
Moma, I beg
Please love me
I cry for you
Tears of black don't you see?
I'm not begging anymore
Inside A GamePivoting footsteps arousing the groundMore Like This
With a melancholy melody soothing the air
A smell that's so fresh, a sound so divine
But a raging hot temper with a spice of a devil
The eyes with the texture of the brightest moons
Heart with the gold of the deepest mines
But a hatred in Him beyond an understanding
Facing a ghost of the blackest abyss
Finding out a life, like a video game played
Like living with strings to our limbs
We are a game but an instantaneous rejection
Rejection to believe a lie is it's reality
Realization to a lie is a knife to a chest
Cutting a faith to our comfort
Restriction to circulation of
Gathering BlueI sit beside the oceanMore Like This
with the waves and foam licking my feet
and the wind whistling through my ears
The ocean breathes to me
with the sprays and the mists
whispering sounds and beckoning me in
As I slip into the ocean,
the tide collides against my body
but the waves moves with me,
ushering me to embrace its great expanse
I find myself with water all around me,
a kaleidescope of colors, vibrant and stunning
The skies and the ocean merge together in one
as my own colors bleed together,
Paradise of ashesI entered in a world that was never mine, I received feelings that I didn't desire, I said words that wasn't nice, I give my heart to who didn't mind.More Like This
And now I don't care about what's right or what's wrong. I'll have what I want, what I need, and I can't afford to care about of where it comes.
Love ChildWhen I was tenMore Like This
I painted my fingers pink
and named them for the little boys
whose memories died on daddy’s tongue
in the birth of my womanhood
because mother never told me what it meant to bleed
Hatred of the Body, Not the Life.Beaten again by a genius.More Like This
You try your hardest,
and it's never enough.
They didn't even break a sweat.
They didn't cry all your tears,
tear up your room.
They didn't even bother laughing,
at your defeat.
Sometimes it's like you're nothing,
nothing more than a spec of dust
on the face of the world.
It makes no sense.
Aren't girls supposed to be pretty?
Aren't we all supposed to fall in love,
and isn't someone supposed to
return those feelings?
Your problems become miniscule,
when you walk in someone else's shoes.
Praying for a change, then apologizing all night for it.
This endless cycle of psychological suffering.
Poema 9 Monotonia"Pasa el tiempo, sopla el viento,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 10 Reflejos"Cuan extraña es la miradaMore 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,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."
Poema 12 Vista al Horizonte"El viejo bufón yace cansadoMore 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
A Rose in the Ocean -Intro-Introduction/Author's NotesMore 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 Three-A Look on the InsideMore 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
ARitO -Part Two-The Colors of the WindMore 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 One-The Rose, the Fish, and the WindMore 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.
DraconisCry forth, oh mighty Crimson Dragon!More Like This
Bathe the earth in fear!
Breathe forth flames, oh Crimson Dragon!
Destroy all that's near!
Rise, oh mighty Emerald Dragon!
Break your earthen locks!
Fight those chains, oh Emerald Dragon!
Create your deadly rocks!
Come forth, oh mighty Lapis Dragon!
Release your fearful soul!
Show your power, oh Lapis Dragon!
Make the raging seas roll!
Fly, oh mighty Snow Dragon!
Keep in your kingly sky!
Keep watch, oh Snow Dragon!
Watch the world beneath you die!
Keep your brethren, oh grand Empress Dragon!
Send out among the world your spies!
Beware, oh grand Empress Dragon!
Send forth your rolling thu
Snow DragonSing now, angels!More Like This
Only one escapes angered rath!
Sing, gleaming angels!
For hope still remains!
Sing forth for the Snow Dragon flies!
Keeping watch from her heavenly kingdom!
Sadly seeing her sisters die!
Sing forth, oh wise Snow Dragon!
Sing your dragging dirge!
Your army fails and falls on earth!
Don't let your glittering white self mourn your losses!
Fly forth to your Mistress!
Aid her in battle against the controlled Kings!
Let the sun shine on Lapis's land!
Dry the raging waters!
Storm and flood the fires of Crimson!
Douse the flaring flames!
Send tornadoes to the cliffs of Emerald!
Tear down the deadly walls!
Lapis DragonSing, oh demons!More Like This
Sing forth your raging rhymes!
Fuel your Master with power!
Sing, oh fearful Draconis!
Call forth your slippery serpent!
Cast your summons into the sapphire seas!
Waken the raging Lapis Dragon!
Sing, oh mighty Lapis Dragon!
Boil your raging seas!
Toss about large ships as if they were merely feathers!
Throw dead corpses across the blackened beaches!
Sing forth, of raging Lapis Dragon!
Reveal your voice in the thunderous waves!
Tear apart colorful corals with pearl talons!
Spread bleached bits of bone with your slippery claws!
Drag glowing angels into the darkened depths!
Dampen their glimmering lights!
Emerald DragonSing, oh demons!More Like This
Release your woeful wails!
Sing, oh fearful Demon!
Red Lord of the flame!
Summon forth your Beast under mountains!
Call for the mighty Emerald Dragon!
Break her earthly iron chains!
Ground them all to dust!
Release her strong rocky shape!
Release her upon the world!
Sing forth, oh mighty Emerald Dragon!
Shake the earth above you!
Break free, oh strong Emerald Dragon!
Crush the world that held you down!
Rise up new cliffs and cut down hills!
Destroy all beneath your iron claws!
Those sturdy talons stronger than boulders!
They tear down the angels as they fly from earth!
Easily ripping apart white bodies!
Crimson DragonSing, oh demons!More Like This
Your voices smooth
Sing to the world
Create it your own!
Sing, oh Demon!
Oh Lord of Sirens!
Call to your beastly ride-
She glides over flaming fields,
A crimson beast floating on blood red wings;
Talons blacker than the blackest night
Gleam in the firelight
Sharper than the sharpest sword,
Those onyx claws rip through the earth once green;
Come, oh royal crimson Dragon!
Your masters' voice is singing!
His words ring forth with rhythms lies
Calling forth to kill the living!
Bathe the once full forest in flames heat of red,
Reflect in your glowing eyes the fate of all mortals!
Call forth now, oh Crimson Drago
PullFocus1PullFocus1More Like This
I'm tantalised by the slowness of cars in dreams, mostly in the ones I watch, but recently in my dreams.
The unnatural slowness of cars in my dreams,
Unnatural as in against Nature, against the way that Nature makes it happen,
When it's not happening unnaturally slowly like it does in my dreams.
I used to think that when I slurred slur my slurred words,
When I slurred,
It was magnetic malfunctions taking place within the machine housing,
Of the tape machine,
Housed within me.
I'd skipped the pre-recordedness of that concept and the difficulties that would ensue,
And gone straight to the Doubt & Fear bit (even
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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.
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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
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Another glittering SunRise slowly burns mist off cliffs and calms edgy hollows,
I resurrect myself every third time out of every fourth time it happens,
Breaking seals, twisting bonds, holding rituals, igniting spectres, casting iron,
Using techniques that hinder my natural guile and cunning....
But enhance my dark desires to be shrouded in arcana and garlands and images of Balnuarin of Clava under construction,
Cairns, kerbs, graves and tempting rubble always shifting.
Porticos, naves, chancels, last chances, the aroma of romantic fennel and a blood-stained, haunted narthex.
I will go down in Legend of Chinese Mythology
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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
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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
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This is the Endless Cemetery Exit Strategy, sit right down in front of me and I'll carry on with the commentary,
Endless Cemetery Exit Strategy, if y'all leave before I achieve the accolade that I've long known will be my legacy,
It will be a tragedy, modern-day and certified as the greatest tragedy of all time, bound with intricacy,
Trussed up with ripped up black studded leather, lost in a dream that continues forever and ever and hung
By a rope round my neck and left to splutter to death in a mysterious clearing containing only one tree.
Alone and solitary, just me and the tree with time enough left to ponder the Endless C
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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
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If you think I've not got the resolve, the patience, the guts and determination to Hate you,
Forever and ever and ever until we get to Infinity, until the world stops turning, then read from the Book Of Spells,
Earn the sacred skill of Immortality, become a Deity and then fucking try me.
Damn, this wasn't supposed to be an Ode To Misery, this was meant to be my chance to write about something happy,
Some things that have happened to me that I can share with the vast majority of people who read poetry
As a recreational activity that's part of a larger lifestyle containing a healthy balance of release and escape mechanisms,
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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,
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 16(Regular POV)More Like This
(Golden Oaks Library)
"Why can't I come with you?" Velvet Star asked her mother, her lips turned downwards as she tilted her head to help show her confusion.
Today was the day that her Uncle Shining Armor and Aunt Cadance would be arriving in Ponyville to visit for the weekend, something Velvet had been looking forward to for weeks. And now, on the day she would finally get to actually meet the ponies that her mother always spoke so highly of, she was told she couldn't go with her mother to the train station to meet them.
"Mr. Allaboard banned you from the train station, remember?" Twilight said, trying to explain the situat
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 13(Regular POV)More Like This
(Sugar Cube Corner)
Fluttershy took another sip of fruit juice, glancing at the stairs with a worried expression on her face.
About an hour ago, she had heard a few noises from upstairs and had almost ran up there, certain that the babies were hurt, getting into trouble, or both.
Twilight had calmed her down by saying that Velvet and Libby were probably just levitating and dropping toys in their sleep. Rarity confirmed this, saying that Sweetie Belle had done it all the time when she was just a little foal.
Knowing that her friends wouldn't lie to her about something as important as the wellbeing of their foals, the pegasus
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 12(Regular POV)More Like This
(Sugar Cube Corner)
"Butterscotch, please, just sit down so I can give you some breakfast" Carrot Cake practically pleaded with the foal, who was currently fighting as hard as she could to remain out of the pink highchair.
Pound and Pumpkin were seated at the table eating slices of cornbread, though they stopped eating for a few moments to watch their father struggle with Pinkie Pie's daughter.
Once again, the yellow earth pony attempted to place Butterscotch into Pumpkin's old high chair, and once again, she resisted. The foal clung to the back of the chair with her front hooves, stretching her hind legs so they pressed aga
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 11(Regular POV)More Like This
Three days later, the residents of Ponyville found themselves on a train bound for home. They were now accompanied by their six children, a baby amphibious dragon that Meadow insisted was named Fin, and the ponies who would be charged with monitoring the foals, as well as their families.
For the most part, they were all strangers, with a couple exceptions. They all knew Ocean Breeze and Crystal Lake; Libby and Meadow both knew the little half-zebra colt named Token Medal, who they quickly introduced to the others.
However, they all had to be introduced to Ocean Breeze's husband, Tsunami, a dark blue unicorn pony with a mane a
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 10(Regular POV)More Like This
Three days remained before the six mares could bring their young children back to Ponyville.
The foals were all excited to make the journey, mostly due to Pinkie Pie promising that as soon as they got home, she would throw a massive "Coming Back to Ponyville and Introducing All Our Friends to the Babies" party. Though, whether it was the party itself or being able to meet the ponies that their mothers and Spike talked so much about that got them excited no-pony could really say.
Either way, they seemed to become more and more excited as the day to their leaving Canterlot for Ponyville came ever closer.
They also became more
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 8(Regular POV)More Like This
Pinkie Pie bounced into the room, somehow balancing a cake that was as big as she was on her back. She gave each of the six foals a party hat and a noisemaker as she began to sing.
"Happy monthiversery to you all today. I can't believe you're a month old! Time sure flies, doesn't it? Seems like just yesterday you were born! But now you're a month old today. Hey!" Pinkie sang, jumping out of the cake (which she had somehow gotten inside of) after the last line, destroying it in the process.
Three pairs of red and yellows eyes, as well as one pair each of turquoise, amber, and blue-colored eyes, widened in shock and horror.
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 7(Regular POV)More Like This
"Any changes?" Princess Celestia asked Dr. Castaway as he exited the room of Twilight Sparkle, the last of the six new mothers he had to examine.
The doctor shook his head somberly.
"No change, I'm afraid. To be honest, I'm amazed that they're all still alive. We've never had deliveries go that badly and not have the mother, the foal, or both die. They won't be having anymore children after this, I can promise that. Too dangerous" He told her, looking at the now closed door for a moment as though he expected Twilight to prove him wrong. But, of course, there was no sound from the other side of the door.
Friendship is Magic: Discord Did It Chapter 5(Regular POV)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
Home sweet HomeMorning came,More Like This
Sunlight filtering in from the window.
The scent of her Master filled the air around her,
This was home,
Home sweet home,
The bed had grown cold,
The heat from his body,
Had long since faded.
The alarm went off,
Meeting a sudden stop.
Lilly sliding out of bed,
Changing into her new uniform.
A pair of cute pink scrubs
Fitting her perfectly,
One pair of out a few dozen that lined
Her half of the closet.
She couldn't help but think
To her self
That this was far to much clothing.
How anyone managed to do this everyday,
That much confused her.
Of course it could all be because