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FlameI am the flame
Burning bright in the night
Guiding the world
Radiant in light
Greedy and generous
I shine without fear
Come try and smother me
You'll burn if you dare
Blazing the trails
The future I'll spark
Kindling the flame
That lives in your heart
Fear me and use me
I am friend, I am foe
Tool for destruction
Of everything you know
Remember my power
Lest you be burned
When my anger is tested
And my rage is unfurled.
Burning to embers
I'll ignite again
Charismatic to the end
FairiesPlush, fresh morning snowflakes
lay like silently resting fairies
on the branches of
A LongingThere is a place
I’ve been longing to reach
But I end up struggling
I try to take a needed breath in,
But it does not relieve my soul
I need my time…
They act as if
I’ve committed a crime
All I really wish to do
Is run away
I try to act as if I were fine,
But inside I am crying
This routine is become detrimentally repetitive,
I’m wasting my time trying
You can’t control me for eternity
You’re pushing me down,
And it will not be beneficial
If I’m trying to find my way,
To the place I long for
Denial.Am i denying something?
Why do i keep saing no?
But still, it couldn't be.
It couldn't be.
Friends remain friends.
Neither more nor less.
But why do I feel heartache?
This isn't right.
I couldn't be...could I?
I'm hiding something.
I'm denying something.
But what is it?
Why cant I figure it out?
Why is it so hard for me to sort it out?
The only thing i know is that...
++Xyvette++ 6th of Sept 2012
WaitingWords that will never reach your ears,
are the true thoughts that I want you to hear.
How are you doing? I hope your well!
Just not knowing gives me hell.
As I look back at messages from the past,
I just wish that time didn't move on so fast.
I bet your doing all the great things you do,
But it would be nice to hear from you.
But good things come to those who wait,
But waiting is the part I hate.
Dark ShawlI see those eyes all sparkling clear,
Stare at me while I’m standing here.
Heart shaking, all wrapped in fear;
Looking down at concrete, glimpsing
Pretty nails and costly pedicure,
But who needs those to feel secure.
Just give me my black shawl,
So I can crawl
Behind the cloven alleys;
For life I am indentured
To black, and being depraved
Of all the things that I’m not allowed,
In my world against the crowd.
So give me my darkened shawl,
I’ll hide behind, hoping to go by
Behind a shadowed human wall.
general guidance for myselfthis is the result of
chasing shiny things like a demented
open your head open your head your head let out the
child, kicking at mirrors and
throwing fits (you
this isn't anything you want
and you know you always end up
(oh that word's a reputation killer)
nine tenths of what you can't have
(careless, care less, and anyways, most things
birds have more self control
I've been there, caged/uncaged
but now I settle for stripes
and leave the feathers to the
here it is
nothing worth having
nothing worth having
comes at all
Dreamers of the SeaDreamers of the sea
gaze wonderingly at the vast
while wistfully hoping to be swept
away to the far side of the world,
and each waking hour will bring
a new discovery,
but they remain trapped
in life's frivolities,
and tiresome idle pleasures
that bring little joy,
but they do not give up
that some day
their tide will come in
and carry them
A SmileI'm waiting terrified for the last decision,
You gently touch the knife,
My heart is pounding, waiting for the lethal incision,
I almost see the blade shedding the liquid of life,
I hear myself choking with my own blood,
The sound of the knife rending my flesh - a deafening thud.
But your hand goes further; over the axe it leans,
Shining ruthless under your fingers,
I'm about to die, by all means,
A sick suspense lingers,
I almost hear the sound of my breaking bones,
The gushing blood, the moans,
But no; your hand, well, further it goes.
"A gun? "
With it easily it will be done,
Infix the cold metal and let me bleed to death,
Towards the FutureThere are no more words left to say
I believe I've spoken enough
So many paths in this life I could have taken
Instead I chose to sit on the ground.
Let the world pass me by
Despite my self loathing
Among many other unmentionable actions of mine
I would do it all again.
I am not destined for happiness
I Don't want to be happy.
There is no hope for me,
All my emotions are dull and inactive.
I speak in cryptic metaphors
Lying in hopes it is what you want to hear.
I died a long time ago,
But my vessel lives on.
And so I'm trapped in this existence.
Until one faithful day, I will breath no more
And I will be free.
suturesglass shards shattered along her shaking diaphragm,
slicing their way through her
jetstream veins & topography of muscles.
she said her skin itched pins & needles;
her sharp nails couldn’t relieve the discomfort.
she and the mirror took turns
staring at each other
through the haze of lonely showers and
until they discovered
who was underneath her skin.
one night you found her
on the floor
as she ripped herself apart.
you took her hand in yours and said,
“you can’t do it.
you can’t rip (dead)fathers &
(ex)bestfriends & (past)lovers
from who you are.
Piece of Me
I am weak because I cry
I am dumb because I fall
I am mocked each day I try
I am the laughingstock of all
I am wrong because I ask
I am weird because I dream
I am sullen, for I mask
Each little mark and little scream
I am thin because I'm starved
I am small because of birth
I am sad because I've carved
A girl of better, brighter worth
I am blamed because I'm right
I am shunned because I'm tough
I am old because I wonder
I am young because I love
I am hurt because I'm stronger
I can love you so much longer
This aching thirst and hunger
Come and enter, for you'll see
This pretty horror
Don't adore her
Winter HeartFrozen solid, her heart will not beat,
Summer over, arctic winds won’t retreat,
All warmth and light has fled,
And you won’t last long there,
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter,
A winter heart, all dead.
The snow falling your love a breeze,
You won’t last long, you'll just freeze
Icicles from the past have froze her core,
Only warm hearts will change the season
Her heart it’s a tundra in winter
A winter heart, you've fallen for
PrisonerDown and away from the light of your eyes
I feed him lies, I feed him broken hearts
And not one day his wings remain untrimmed.
Chimeric limbs on human body crammed
Inside walls of pentameter concrete;
In five by ten crisscrossed iambic bars
I locked the skin from former reptile lives
Expecting you'd adore my virtuous hide.
Alone I sit tonight while reading through
These lines you wish to free the prisoner.
A letter to myself.
You're destroying yourself
and I love you.
Your arms are
and I love you.
You pull them
and I love you.
You're a one and twenty year,
eight month old war and
nobody's a winner
because there's only
you in this skin.
I left you alone
but I love you.
I wrote you a poem
and I love you.
I'm full of you
and I love you.
I Am NumbI am love, I am hate,
I'm those sunny days abate,
I'm the clouds, I'm the rain,
I turn a storm into a hurricane,
I am tired, I am cold,
I'm under pressure, about to fold,
I am pain, I am insane,
I'm transparent but yet mundane,
I am all but I am none,
I'm existent but not even one,
I am not, I am not,
I'm a corpse about to rot,
I don't care, I don't care,
And I won't try, not even dare,
These feelings are simply too much,
So add these feelings and find the sum,
I am nothing, I am numb.
The Shadow-- Heretic, Part 2 There was once a great valley, where peaceful lambs lived. But one day an evil wolf came and enslaved the lambs. He did terrible things, but the worst thing he did was impregnating his slave wife with the fruit of his loins and giving birth to an even viler creature. Wolfish like his father, but worse, with no pride, no reason. His father felt great pride in what he did. He did it not just for himself, but for his men and people. But the wolf cub didn't care about his people. The wolf cub was selfish, caring only for himself. When he took over his father's kingdom, he did so spitefully, caring neither about the past nor the future of th
The Shadow-- Heretic“And the wolf shall lay down with the lamb.” Isaiah 11:6
There was once a great valley that rested isolated from the corruptions of the world. Those who lived in it named it Otium, for peace and leisure. There were majestic fields of green, trees, and marvelous winding streams that would meander into a great lake that was home to brightly colored schools of fish and plants.
Otium was home to a great number of peaceful lambs, lead by three shepherds. The shepherds’ names were Peace, Faith, and Hope. They lead the lambs into a peaceful and easy life. The lambs’ days consisted of lazily grazing on hills of green and si
This is a note for why I died,This is a note for why I died,
The reason behind my suicide,
The clock hands struck their final hour,
And the reaper came, my thoughts endowed her,
With a bright smile she walked into my room,
With a blood-ink pen she spelled out my doom,
Up the ladder I ascend,
With open arms I embrace the end,
For this is my happiest day,
For I no longer have to stay,
So I wrap the noose around my neck,
Because my life was such a wreck,
I smile feebly at the floor,
Because I don't have to live anymore,
I close my eyes and take a breath,
I kick the chair and embrace death,
I feel the noose tighten, my body sway,
My limbs go numb, the lights turn grey,
Written in BloodThis is my pain, written in blood,
How deep it runs, its ceaseless flood,
Droplets of scarlet splash onto white,
My deep red sorrow, crimson and bright,
Blood-drops of agony splah onto the floor,
Searing pain bleeding through all of my pores,
This is my pain, spelled out for you,
Pooled on the ground in visible view,
It's written on the walls for all to see,
And yet nobody seems to connect it to me,
This is my pain,
It's driving me insane,
This is my pain,
Written in blood but all in vain.
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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