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a Lonesome Roadi am walking on a lonesome road
the only road i can walk, and only i have ever known
don't know where it goes or if it ends
i walk this road that feels more like a personal hell to me
its full of empty paths
i walk the empty lonely road all day and all night
when all is asleep i run the road in the dead of night
i walk alone on the road
waiting for the cross paths
where me and my princess can walk together
on a road that will be perfect
but for know i walk this lonesome road
with nothing to keep me company
not yet at least nor for a while
i wish to run on the other side
the perfect road with my own princess
im on a line
being pushed off by my mind
on a line on the edge of the road
pushed back onto the road by my mind
reading my own mind
its scary that this feels alright
check my heart
beating for the future and a hopeful end of this road
though i may still be alive
doesn't feel like i am
16 years still don't know where it goes
hope it ends so
such a empty life
walk alone through the ro
Trotting Love Profile
Name: Trotting Love
Species: Unicorn Pony
Cutie Mark: Love Heart
Occupation(s): Works at the Spa
Likes: Making friends, talking, gossiping and working
Dislikes: unfriendly ponies, being alone
Personality: Trotting Love is a nice, kind and friendly pony who lives in ponyville, she is a really friendly mare who loves to make friends no matter who or what the possible friend is, she likes to help out anypony in trouble and is willing to stop what she is doing just to make somepony feel better
History: Trotting Love was born and raised in Ponyville, she went to Ponyville school and met her friends there she then after school got a job at the Spa in ponyville with the twins and her own house near the center of town that is near her job, they are various rumors spread Trotting love the 2 most common being that she gives more than just love to ponies and that she is not really her parents daughter
Random Mane Profile
Name: Random Mane
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Yellow Balloon
Likes: fun, being random, being hyper, sweets, food
Personality: Random Mane is a fun, energetic, random pony who seems to have no pattern and no sense to what he does or what he'll do next, he doesn't seem to dislike everything and either likes or is neutral to everything ever, he is usually seen doing almost everything or eating nothing but sweet sugary treats, maybe how he gets all his energy
History: Random Mane was born a only child in a small family in ponyville who went to school their too, he wasn't really random at young age, he seemed to grow into it, they are many rumors around his randomness the most popular being his randomness was multiplied by 1000 by Discord and its effects were never reversed by the elements, now he has is own house in ponyville and is still unemployed and somehow lives but some unknown means
Lightning Strike Profile
Name: Lightning Strike
Species: Unicorn Pony
Cutie Mark: Thunder Cloud
Occupation(s): electrical control
Likes: Bad Weather, music, parties
Dislikes: being a father, being quiet
Personality: Lightning Strike is a music loving, loose unicorn who just wants to go party and have fun, he is currently tied down with 4 small new born foals of his own, which are a result of his loose parting personality which leaves him trying to learn responsibility for the all the foals sake
History: Lightning Strike was born much like his foals were born by accident into a family of partiers who already had 2 kids, after spending his first few years in neglect before being sent to School in Ponyville, where he met all his friends, after school he quickly found a job which uses his special talent, Electricity, to where he found great oppertunities to get promoted and did, but unfortunately got a mare pregnant at a party and got the 4 foals to raise himself
Kitty Kare Profile
Name: Kitty Kare
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Cat Face
Occupation(s): A Vet in a small firm
Likes: peace and quiet, Animals, Foals
Dislikes: noise, social interaction
Personality: Kitty Kare is a quiet Collected Mare who can be brutally honest sometimes but knows that honesty is the best thing to do in most scenarios, she can often be seen watching birds in the park or relaxing away from noise often, sometimes foalsits and cares for foals in her time
History: Kitty Kare was born into a small poverty stricken family in Manehatten, they had not much food nor money and were forced out of Manehatten and took up residence in a small tenement in Fillydelphia before being moved out to another Tenement in Ponyville which they stayed in for a few years and sent Kitty Kare to School from there which led to bulling against Kitty Kare for it, after school she became a vet which brought in a lot more money than her parents jobs which was able to get herself a house in ponyvil
Gaming Hooves Profile
Name: Gaming Hooves
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: Gameboy
Occupation(s): works as a electrician and fixies small machines
Likes: gaming, electronics, fixing stuff, wires of all kinds
Dislikes: traditional work and labour, being treat like a foal, not having less than a day alone per week
Personality: Gaming Hooves is a outgoing Stallion that loves to game and build/fix electrics, he thinks everything through completely, he is usually happy pony that spends most of his time huddled up in his den making stuff that really serves no practical or important purpose but more of a fun or time wasting device designed to entertain ponies not to do much else, he usually argues that his machines are important even though he knows they are not
History: Gaming Hooves was born into a Large family with 3 sisters and grew up in a rather large farm outside of ponyville, will at ponyville school he started to learn about machines for the first time and grew massively interested an
Cyan Blur Profile
Name: Cyan Blur
Species: Earth Pony
Cutie Mark: 3 Arrows
Occupation(s): working a stall in the market, training to be a track runner
Likes: Running, Foals, sweets, food, doing energetic things
Dislikes: being forced into work, sleeping, standing still
Personality: Cyan Blur is a hyper and energetic pony, shes a rather arrogant but kind hearted pony, she never really thinks anything through properly and makes bad choices, she usually just relies on other ponies to tell her if she is wrong or not, she also is known to make a mess and break everything a lot
History: Cyan Blur was born in Fillydelphia but moved to Ponyville as a foal, she grew up in Ponyville where she did everything running, she made her friends in the school too as well as the first to get their cutie mark out of the group, after School she got a small job working a stand in the market selling some foods to the ponies while still training to become a track runner, she also was the first to accept Blue
run fucker runplease teach me how to lie
i see you only get better
another lie passes you lips
spreads like wildfire
mobs jump to their feet
you better run, fucker, run
the guy you lied about never had a chance
just run, fucker, run
he was a nice guy too
you just take people out daily
shooting lies like bullets
innocents drop like flies
you know im the only one who knows its you
you said i was peaceful to the point of indulgence
its the only truth that has ever passed your lips
you rely on my rules to save your ass
because 'a good man has so many rules'
good men don't need rules
but this isn't the time to discus why i have so many
i may be young, but im too old to give mercy
you have one chance and this is it
stop these fucking lies
and tell the truth
you are nothing without me
ill slowdown because i know you can't keep up
both our gifts maybe both our curses
but it is no excuse to cause so much harm
ever since i left
you've been lying all day
this is the same shit i left for
i took a seat and watch
its a Prisonmy mind is a shell of its former self
it used to be such a happy little place
where i could escape all my troubles
now its just a prison that i built myself
its my prison
sometimes the prison's door opens
and i can walk out of this prison
but i can't
the prison is all i know now
its a sad truth
it is a unbearable truth
i would do anything to leave the prison
but i ignore all the exits and all the doors
and sit in the dark corner of my prison
haunted by the past and tormented by the future
i have nothing outside of the prison
i have only memories inside
no form of comfort
no sort of happiness
all on my own inside
maybe one day ill be free and soar so high in the sky
until then ill sit here in my dark, damp, corner
all i can do is hope
ExposureThere are so many reasons to pick a four leafed clover.
There are so many reasons to cry and die and fight over.
There are so many reasons to let my pulse have a different composer.
There are so many reasons to smile and laugh and stay sober.
There are so many reasons why I can't love her.
The Empty ChairThe evening breeze and the extra cup,
A lonely shadow upon the ceiling
And all things “destined” on the up:
Absent from a funeral of feeling.
The cloak of a Sunday in the sun;
Each passing taxi reeks of a plan:
In lieu of nothing, the day is won
Affords to think a better man.
Killing moments, playing tag with the mind:
The first paramour of pagan day;
A second honeymoon of lost fears can find
A love for that familiar blue Bombay.
The erratic world can be rather still:
A man and his betrothed corner of air
A deadbeat verse on a diner bill
Wooing the crevices of the empty chair.
SleepIf I could sleep believe me I would, but it's not
as easy as it looks.
The constant fear of running the wrong way,
bad dream, bad story to say.
Don't fall too deep, because the darkness can keep -
keep the warmest part of your soul and
rip it to pieces then let it go.
Broken you will wander the world like I am,
imagination will be all you have.
The voices won't tell you the right way, you will hide,
but will be unable to run away.
Hear me, go to sleep, don't think too deep.
It will catch you and make you belong.
Close your eyes but not for too long.
Stay awake just enough to fulfill what you need,
hallways full of paths are nearby, doors with broken
keys. But once you find yourself, you will find the
shiny one you really need.
© Martina H.
Soon to topple downwards
Into a mess never to be cleansed
By its unknowing argumentative owners
Who didn't even notice the fall of their creation
And who most likely wouldn't care if they did notice
For the focus has always been on the endless argument
Never on the silent growing of a disastrous and deadly storm
Who finally snapped and unleashed hell upon the people below
But not an outwards hell like the one formed from the argument
An inner hell like that of a personal fire that was never ceased of coal
And now the aftermath, a broken tower and an outward hell forever evolving
And at rubble dear but glance do deser
La amistad y el amor no se compranMuchos padres que están acostumbrados, a vivir de lujos y quieren lo mismo para sus hijos, quieren que se relacionen con personas que tengan su mismo nivel económico, por que dice que ellos le pueden dar de todo, pero hay algo que no se compra y es el cariño.
El dinero solo compra cosas materiales, pero que es mejor ¿tener mucho dinero y estar solo, o tener lo necesario y estar acompañado?
No les pueden decir los padres a los hijos que su bien estar debe enfocarse solo en lujos.
Muchos que tiene dinero resultan ser muy groseros, y se burlan de la gente pobre o media, pero no se dan cuenta de que ellos también tiene sentimientos, pueden no tener lo mejor para vivir pero tiene lo necesario, y viene siendo mas honrados porque pueden no vivir con reyes pero ellos tiene mas que cariño tiene apoyo.
En la amistad uno no debe de comprarla con regalos, debe ganársela con respeto y amabilidad, si tiene amigos solo por que les dan cosas, que
me siento sola, abatida sin ganas de ver a nadie y me pongo a pensar....
¿Porque es asi?
Aveces pienso... que en en realidad no hay nadie que me comprenda realmente y tan vez es asi...
Aveces siento que nadie me escucha que soy invisible y eso aveces puede ser bueno pero la soledad aveces puede ser mejor que la compañia... asi no tenidria a nadie que me criticara los conosca o no, es mas doloroso no escucharlo...
No lo se, no se por que siento que todavia no he encontrado a esa persona que me comprenda que me entienda que pueda entenderme con solo mirarme, aveces las personas me preguntan que tengo sin saber ni siquiera mi exprecion, tal vez por que me ven callada o seria y en realidad no me entienden y por eso digo que no hay con quien pueda tener una coneccion, alguien que en verdad me entienda, que con tan solo mirarme a los ojos me diga lo que siento que sea esa persona que me entienda de verdad, es por eso que aveces me siento como un fantasma, ese es uno d
What About LoveThere's something about love.
Some sick, masochistic need that everyone possesses.
That they would do anything to have it in their lives,
despite the fact that it has the capability
to tear you apart from the inside, out.
To love is to destroy.
Any baby you can tear me apart all you'd like,
because maybe it will break me,
but there's this feint possibility
that maybe it will save me first.
Oh to binge...I wait to be forgiven by the heavens,
Most likely I already have been-
We all wait for what is easily given,
Convinced we can shouldn't be forgiven.
In the sad tale of surrender,
Every heart is tried and found wanting
We trade the innocence for the lust
Inside our hearts succubi are so daunting
For the physicality is only a shadow-
So much is behind the veil of our eyes
Countless demons waiting for a spin,
One that will keep you twirling all your life.
Call me crazy, call me mad
I lost what all I once had,
To just a night of surrender,
And to this day I want it back.
Best Laid Planswhy is it my best plains fail?
i laid them so well
its like a book of fails
why is it only me?
look at what has happened
everything has failed
i just need to bail
this crazy train that is headed for fail
my best laid plans have failed
why is it my plans go a rye?
from mice to men what is up with them?
they stare and taunt and laugh
unknowing of the pain they cause
i need to get away
but i cannot leave myself
what has happened to you?
you said you would be there
you never were there
you lied through your teeth
im going no where in life
and i know i shall fall
i will not stop trying
but it is hard to continue
i should and lie down and wait
for all to end
what has happen?
what will happen?
i guess it was just meant be
even if it wasn't just
its just not fair
why is it i failed?
i was so close
i could touch the sky
and hear the birds
and smell smell the close
now im in a gutter
touching rat shit
and smelling compost
why does have to be this way?
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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