Found:Part 2 (BAK) *pre 2013*I release her.
She steps out walks in front of me, we stare.
She lowers her head so our eyes meet.
I pat her head and scratch behind this beautiful She wolf’s ears.
I’ll call her Sheila.
But our bonding time is cut short by a loud-
RROOAAARR!!! is heard.
That’s the sound that reminds me of the other one.
The one that I wished wasn’t still alive.
Sheila knew an enemy was approaching.
I deny it and say “It’s just the wind carrying the sound. You weren’t the only one in a cage you know.”
There it is again but… closer?
Sheila guards me ready for an inevitable battle.
“She still had her chains on I’d never gotten the chance to take them off-” I say.
Sheila gives me a disappointed look.
“I meant to I was just still afraid to go there.” I justify.
She looks away while shaking her head.
“Uh… Sheila why don’t we just run away?” I ask.
Lost:Part 1 (BAK) *pre 2013*A mixture with I cant explain I feel shame, anguish, sadness anger...
and other illegible things.
I don't like it here anymore...
now I'm cold...
I see things here that I used like,
but now its feels different and I’m fearful.
I used to walk across this path,
under the quiet moonlit night sky.
The nice cold winter breeze blowing on my skin,
and through my hair.
I’m compelled to keep on going further.
I tread this worn path then, I start to hear the blood curdling noises.
The constant sounds of staggered panting and labored breathing.
The snarls, growls, and howls it’s making.
She knows I’m coming, and I’m within a mile of the spot.
I have come closer than I ever have in a long time.
Finally I'm there at the cage.
We lock eyes she looks at the lock on the door
to my hoof with the key,
and then into my eyes.
She knows what she wants, but so do I.
I hesitate and take a step back she growls with
an uncontrollable fury.
I know, I kn
Doubt (BAK) *pre 2013*The dreadful cousin of Blame
She is vile, despicable, a monstrous abomination Doubt.
Yes you laugh at me as if I’m a fool, but listen
Would you laugh if you
yes you were her next three course meal on the menu?
I didn’t think so listen and do it well
For her lovely appetizer
the first to go on her list would be your exquisite courage, bravery, valor, heroism and more
If you’ve got it she’ll take it,
Oh, yes the main-course that would be of course your pride, self-importance,
And anything in that category in which everyone has,
For best of the three the dessert her favorite dish
By the way to tell you it’s your self-esteem
Whether it’s the high kind or the low kind she’ll take it all
The worst part is that what’s left of you is a coward,
a yellow-belly who’s afraid to have fun or even live,
But the worst part of the worst is when she’s done
her cousin Blame comes over to have his part of the fun.
So beware but never be too anxio
Blame (BAK) *pre 2013*Something that I feel, like a boulder on my shoulder
And it gets larger as I get older
And is so annoying like a growing molar
Its blame something so plain
That’s what makes it such a total pain
It seems we’re a duo like a lion and a mane
What makes it worse is that it can’t be tamed.
But it enjoys rattling and matting my brain
‘It’s my fault, it’s all my fault’
is all I can say for those are my thoughts from day to day
What’s wrong, get over it you say,
oh but I’ve tried but it just comes back harder like some love-struck boomerang
With its haunting greeting of ‘Hay buddy, old pal of mine you can’t throw away me for I’ll always have a key’
So you see Blame is its name and it always sticks with me
I guess I’ll be free when everyone has someone else to blame instead of blaming me.
So before you pin a gigantic blame on a little innocent pony get your facts straight
Or you could end screwing up someone
Fear (BAK) *pre 2013*There is a time when one feels invincible.
As if they are everyone else’s iron pillar of comfort
that they must show that there isn’t anything in the world that can
torture, terrorize, torment and too many more to name that can scare them at all.
They act, act and act almost all of their lives…;
pleasing, pretending, providing, and protecting the four P’s of love and agony.
All together before they know it they’ve already lost themselves,
thinking what they’re doing is the right thing.
Yet, they’re so busy thinking that they’re helpful.
It’s when someone sits them down
and tells them about someone else’s piece of life’s work,
that they realize...
That they aren’t as strong, not as ‘invincible',
'untouchable’ as they thought they were.
No because then like a slap in the face they realize it.
What they’re most honestly and truly really afraid of are the thing so simple but more complex than any rub