The Alder TreesThe alder trees today told me a story;More Like This
Contorted forms beseeched I lend an ear.
They claimed they were once men, and I believed it.
They warned me that their end was drawing near.
Long years ago, 'fore my time, they would see fit
To tackle life with vigour and with gall;
But time can take the lustre 'way from glory,
And loss becomes a pain you wish to dull.
So now they stand, their bark is thick and hoary,
And wind in branches cries for all to hear:
The sorrow that we face? They know not of it.
Their minds are long too frail to know fear.
To me it seemed they'd gained nothing at all:
To staunch their blood, resigned their leaves to fall.
Impact Theory"What do you want to be when you grow up?"More Like This
It's a question Welknan schoolteachers ask their students every year, from the day the children enter school to the day the young adults leave. Answers are carefully catalogued and presented to the students at their graduation ceremony in a beautifully decorated scrapbook made by the teacher of each student, added to each year, growing with the child.
It's arguably a silly tradition, and perhaps even morbid to remind the adults of failed childhood dreams, but it's meant to inspire and the children love it, and it's something to do anyway.
Some kids stick to plain, safe answers- tailor, construction, banker, teacher, doctor. Others get imaginative- artist, musician, architect. Others still are painfully practical- shop assistant, office worker. Once in a while, a few are philosophical- "me" and "good" are common.
Rosalin is invariably of the plain variety, not because she isn't imaginative, practical, or philosophical (she is, at times), but be
Creative ReasonTalented artists,More Like This
Those that draw and those that write,
All over the site.
Some are seen more than others
While some, not at all;
Pressure from the hoi polloi
Causes few to fall.
Be happy with where you are,
Create for creation's sake;
This is art's true key.
The Girl with the Faraway EyesEvoking memories of the pastMore Like This
like flashing sparks
in the dark
light from a dull moon,
I walk to remember;
I walk to forget.
The torment creeps
To ensnare the innocence inside.
Strangle and Rape the children
Make them half of half of what they were.
Control their fiery spirits.
Chase away the loneliness
By running farther from the Loved.
Don't let them see your broken
Form lying still and chained,
Naked on the sodden mats.
Consciousness swirls and flows,
In, around, through.
Time slows to crawl across the
Barren floor towards
The Girl with the Faraway Eyes.
She creeps to stare into a hollow face:
"I know your past,
I know your secrets.
Do you wish to know?
I'll not tell you unless you remember."
Feel the breaking deep inside of
The shining crystal globe
That revolves inside my breast.
The eerie sound emulates from
My pounding chest.
Music of another world, another time.
Now it is mine to hold.
Through the pain and loss I remember.
I comprehend the sharp notes
That threaten to overtake w
I know youI know you.More Like This
I know your Past.
You know yourself.
You know your Past.
These are Separate, but have become jointed-
Don't define yourself by where you were.
Don't define yourself by where you are.
Define yourself by where you can go.
You don't see Potential?
It's there. I know you.
Stop thinking about who you are,
and focus on the fact that you are
and that you Can Be, still.
Demons will haunt us- torture of the Past,
apathy for the present,
fear of the Future.
I know you.
I Love you.
I once spoke of Progression;
"With blind eyes as guides,
and neutrality our banner,
Do we not offer ourselves up to the very thing that binds us?
Do we not bind ourselves with the very motion that frees us?"
It's time our Progress became Real,
and it's time we stop clearing Trees to see The Forest.
You don't know Me,
I thank God.
but you Know me...
Really, you do.
I thank God
And I thank God
that I know you.
All I Can OfferSo I dream…More Like This
Visions of deep green scenery, entrances to enigmatic forests
Glades and pools secreted for my mind only
Just for tonight, I know…
It's always "just for tonight"
It'll all be a blur in the morning…
It'll all be aching longing in the morn—
The hand of reality snatches me out of my cloister
I watch it fade out as I desperately struggle for release
But it's all over after my eyes unclose
No use fighting anymore
Against my arm, I feel the rhythm of your pulse skitter alarmingly
Our eyes unite at once – mine questioning, yours alert…
Yours defined by fear
Alarm throws my mind into action
I implore you to speak reason of the horror you're soaked with
Don't deny it, I interrupt – you're trembling from its chill
You plead with your eyes, you desire not to go back there…
I encase my hand in yours for support
I feel as if I have plunged it into a December-stricken river
Your small voice enters the dark of the room now
It's tremulous as it details an account of a hor
DiscordThe beauty, the tragedy.More Like This
The balance that surrounds us,
The balance that we make,
The balance that confounds us,
The balance that we break.
Elaborate rhyme scheme and meter, shattered by Eris's
Beauty, why won't you sing?
That song, not so long ago, I recall
Brought tears to my eyes.
Just hum a few bars and I'll remember the–
The sea of troubles roars so loud
My arms are broken,
My shutters, closed.
But this balance, balance, balance
Persists though we don't see.
And what shines through
the tragedy? The beauty.
Wings All AglowSo far awayMore Like This
Can't catch my breath
Taking my chance
Can't find my way
Wanting to jump
But remembers your face
Sees all your tears
Can't forget that place
The long road ahead
Your bike makes a turn
I scream as you fall
I can't help and you burn
My eyes catch a glimpse
Of your wings all aglow
I cry as you fly
To a place I can't go
The papers are scattered
My room is a mess
It's hard to see love
When she means
You haunt me tonight
As my mind lost control
And I'm stuck in this hell
Till the morning takes toll
You make me believe
That I want it
I seem to run
My heart takes a jolt
Why won't you leave me?
I can't understand
Why you'll believe me
When I fall to the sand
I take a deep breath
One little step
Its time to get off
I can't seem to move
I'm living to death
I'm killing myself
Even though it's your fault
I could never blame you
My soul's turned to salt
I smile, I laugh
I can't seem to focus
I cry as I kill you and you mind flies away
I'll see you soon
I can't wa
nine livesi.More Like This
in my first life,
i was a roman girl.
i had brown hair, brown eyes,
and parents that didn't want me.
i lived three weeks.
i don't remember my name.
i think i missed several hundred years
because in my second life i remember bare feet on marble
as i spied on michelangelo painting the ceiling
of the sistine chapel, so high above me.
he stood on unstable steps that shook when he moved
though he kept his hand steady as he painted god's and adam's
almost touching, but not quite.
i think i was in love with him, though he would not,
or could not,
return the favor.
in life three,
i waited three years for my husband to come home
from da gama's voyage. when i got the letter saying he had died
at sea, from unknown causes,
i wore black for the rest of my life
and danced, every day,
behind the closed shutters of my home.
i spread myself out over the whole of the bed.
i cooked five-course meals and didn't share.
my fourth life skipped decades as well,
and whether i fell from heaven
Letters From "Derpy" 1-51st LetterMore Like This
To Whoever Finds This Letter,
I can't take it anymore. I was once like any other pony. I had friends, I liked my job and I had self respect. But that all changed the day Twilight Sparkle came to town. At her welcome party I was joking around and made a stupid face, just as someone took a picture.
Just one stupid face. I didn't even realize it until after the whole "forever night" thing. Then the picture was spread all over the place and people laughed about it. I laughed too at first. I figured it would all go away. But then somepony put it on 4chan and everyone started calling me "Derpy." I still tried to ignore it, but soon everyone was doing it.
Before, some ponies would remember my name and say hi and others wouldn't pay attention. That's normal for a mailpony. But now no matter where I go everyone's saying, "Hiya Derpy!" in a stupid voice, or I even hear foals laughing, "Look mommy, it's that silly Derpy!"
Then the mean pictures started. My boyfriend du
I AmMore Like This
Can you find love in a damaged heart?
Can you feel life within broken dreams?
Where were the angels that I cried for?
Hidden in the mists.
There is a murky fog of memories
We cannot stop what has begun
For what is done forever will be done.
The angels came
Not quite too late
My saving grace
The angels came.
But only after I was saved.
I could not be what was desired
I could only be what I am.
What am I?
Will no one let me know?
But I know.
I am Beauty.
Dear Mom-Dear Mom-More Like This
Thank you for understanding.
You knew exactly what I meant when I told you that I wasn't your daughter anymore.
You didn't bother with thinking that I hated you,
Or with asking me the nitty, gritty details of what I meant.
Thank you for the birthday card later that year that said-
"To the best son a mother could have- dirt included".
I've never told you how brilliantly happy that made me.
I should tell you.
I'm still not sure how; I want to say all these things to you,
Tell you how proud I am of your changes,
And thank you for being so proud of mine.
I still smile when I think of the excited phone call I got,
The one where you saw my photos from the drag show-
And wanted to congratulate me on growing a beard because you'd though-
And were so happy to think -
That I'd started hormones.
It makes me smile that you laughed it off when I said I hadn't,
Reminding me that when I do, I should remember to shave before visiting Grandma
And to still give you grandbabies.
I'm glad that y
Jacob Marley"The richest man in the graveyard," they jeeredMore Like This
Taunting me with a painful untruth, you see
I ranked only seventh in that field, just among the men
Truly, truly, my lowest point, all those years ago
But now take a look at what I've made of myself!
I just, I -
Yes, of course, I won't keep you
I have a four o'clock myself
I just wanted to ask -
Before, you know,
When the people would say,
"You can't take it with you "
Yes, those people
You know what I'm talking about
But do you ever find yourself wondering,
Wishing, maybe, now and then
That they had been right?
Maybe in the Next Life...Ten years ago I gave my heart to someone. He didn't appreciate it and he finally gave it back. I couldn't bring myself to wipe his fingerprints off of it though.More Like This
It's true when someone says "Love isn't always enough". I never wanted to believe it, because nothing is stronger than love...nothing. That's still true, now I just realize that strength isn't always as important as stamina.
Love is the greatest gift you could ever give someone...though sometimes people only want presents on special occasions; not every day of their lives.
I have always believed that this life isn't it. We live many lives in many forms. That's what I believe. When we said good-bye I told him "Maybe we'll get it right in the next life." Now that I can't speak to him again I wonder.......what does he believe, and will I ever have another chance to get it right with him?
The tears are trapped within my eyes, constantly blurring my vision and threatening to spill over onto my skin. I find I don't want to cry, but
Eternal Flames of Another KindUnrequited loveMore Like This
The purest love of all
Given freely without request or requirement
A pain that lives eternally within those hearts and souls.
The spirit of unrequited love
She stands alone among the flames
Surrounded by fires of love and devotion
Encompassed and never consumed
Her hands are bound by chains
She raises to the heavens
An effigy of unrequited love and unrequited pain
An eternal soul burning in an eternal gift of misery and bliss...
And those that seek to gain their love of unrequitedness
In mortal standings and mortal worlds
May call upon her for which they seek
To be delivered in this life
For the trade of eternal burning
In her fires.
A girl with such love in her heart
Sweet kisses have entranced her lips
Tender embraces have held her warmth
She knows a touch of wonder fulfilled
By gentle fingers that dance along silken skin
Fires of another kind entirely
Yet such kisses are not always stories of true love told
Such embraces can be cold and gentle fingers can