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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
Sticks and StonesThere was a boy, not unlike me,
Who had depression, and OCD.
He went to school, and every day,
Had dreams of fun and games to play.
But every day, and every week,
Kids would laugh, and call him weak.
They beat him up and called him names,
And laughed as if it were a game.
At last the day came to an end,
But he still didn't have a single friend.
He was alone, afraid and scared,
Left thinking that nobody cared,
That no one loved or wanted him,
That in the game of life, he could never win.
So he grabbed a knife, and with the blade,
A small yet painful cut was made.
And yet still they joked and teased,
And laughed about the way he wheezed,
They thought his heart was just a toy,
And they forgot he was a boy.
He had become a mere joke,
And started to run out of hope,
He saw his life as a closed door,
So he took his blade and sliced once more.
And even then they carried on,
And said that they wished he were gone,
He was left with nothing, and even less,
His whole life was just a mess,
So he g
Painted FakePainted Fake
She's a painted fake,
but nobody knows it.
She puts on a show;
nothing more than a skit.
She hides behind
a smiling veil,
not letting anyone see
that she is quite frail.
Words of others
burn deep in her mind
and cause her to play
a part that won't shine.
She picks her role
and plays it well.
People think she's fine,
but that's only a spell.
Rarely letting anyone in,
keeping hidden her heart,
no one knows
that she's falling apart.
And she won't tell
a single soul
of the pain she feels
that's turned her cold.
For she's a painted fake
and no one can see
that this painted fake
is really just me.
Hope and warmthClouds seem grey,
your life is to pay.
You look up at a star,
but it's seems so very far.
you need a small hug,
but people are worse than a bug,
and no one will lend a hand,
and help you learn once more to stand.
I'm here to tell you now,
and to answer every how.
In every tree and flower,
there is something with power.
It will be a source of hope,
And will be your climbing rope.
Just close you wonderful eyes,
and hope will arise.
Not every thing is clear,
But love is very near.
A hug is all you need,
And now I want to let you be freed.
I'll hold you as a friend,
until the very end,
and be you sturdy wall,
to hold you when you fall.
Just hold on a little more,
I know your heart is sore.
trust me when I say,
there will be a much brighter day.
Two WeeksEveryday I weep for you.
My heart aches more and more.
I just cannot comprehend
A life without your core.
Everyday I fall apart
And they all watch me die.
They don't care for me like you;
Don't care if I can fly.
Everyday I see them hug
And remember those times.
It makes me shatter like glass.
I fall when they all climb.
Everyday I tell myself
That it will be okay,
But nothing is looking up--
Especially not this day.
I know you won't take me back
And I still don't blame you.
I am just a silhouette
Who happens to love you.
I Can Write.I could write a sad poem
And try to explain
How my head is a nightmare
That won't go away
I could leave them all speechless
With how I've been hurt
But that's a poor use
A poor excuse for my words
I could write something angry
And give it a twist
Talk about the emotions
That I'll never miss
Explain how I'm sick
Of feeling this way
But how can I,
On such a beautiful day?
I could write something happy
About music and trees
Sing something pretty
For the birds and the bees
See, I'm so gosh danged tired
I could use all that cheer
But it'll have to wait
Because you're not here.
I could write a love poem
About you and I
How we rose and fell
In our attempts to fly
I could scream to you
Let's not, though we should.
But I don't think
That'd do any good.
Oh how she tries
to be perfect
once in a while.
She wants to be
cared for and good enough
for those who see
that she really
isn't all that tough.
So she strives for
perfection and beauty,
but her hope is no more
and she can't help but feel
like the world is her enemy.
Perfection is far
from her reach.
Falling under the bar
is where her beauty lands
after try each.
Bleeding RosesBleeding Roses
My life line is like a huge flash,
A flash passing me by,
I am one who is poor with barely any cash,
I always give a fake smile to my friends after a lie.
Day after day,
I always act as if everything's okay,
Everything is not okay,
Why do I always feel hate and hated?
Do I have to bleed to satisfy everyone?
Do I have to cry for others to be happy?
One suffers everytime I want fun,
People always seem to decieve right under me.
I see all kinds of beauty,
I have much compassion,
My heart is the one thing no one sees,
I never want to follow the slavery fashion.
Is this my life?
A rose that bleeds?
People around me sliver their skin,
All the while I bleed with them.
Does my enemies love roses?
Does my friends love roses too?
I am blind to whom is my friend,
And whom is my enemy......
I suffer day in and day out,
No one seems to understand,
How much I have to carry on my shoulders,
I am just another grain tossed in sand.
My family is b
Fox and WolfA lonely wolf was lost one day
He had no one with whom to play
He happened upon a small box
Inside he saw a cute fox
They became friends very fast
Friendship which would always last
Sadness for the wolf she did mend
Sadly happiness would end
One day wolf was chasing birds
Something strange then he had heard
Fox had found herself a friend
Was this really now the end
Tail tucked down he did leave
Alone again wolf did grieve
To sad to walk to sad to eat
Wolf had accepted his defeat
Alone in his cave for many days
Wolf just sat... wolf just stays
One morn he heard something anew
It was a fox, not one he knew
It was his old friends new mate
Good news he had to relate
While Fox was now with him true
She did say she missed wolf too
After a while wolf did stand
A proud wolf again a true man
He went to see his old friend
Tear of joy shed in the end
She was glad he was back
The three had formed a new pack
But the time was getting late
Wolf also need to find a mate
One day he found such a girl
Danca da VidaA vida é algo tão grande
que quase se torna insignificante com a notícia que te dei
Um pouco da tua vida dentro de mim
amando um pouco da minha
E tornando-se a única razão de viver
de duas vidas vazias e significativas apenas para ambos
Porque antes dele, eras tu por quem respirava o dia todo
E agora partilho o ar com ele
O espaço e os banhos
Mais do que contigo
mas nao precisas de ter ciúmes porque continua lá o pedacinho de ti
ele é o pedacinho de ti
dentro de mim
amando o pedacinho de mim que doei para fortalecer a insignificância das nossas vidas
Que desvanecem à medida que o tempo passa
E daqui a 9 trinta dias
iremos viver apenas por ele
E a pergunta surge
Vale a pena doar as nossas vidas a algo tão pequeno?
Perguntamo-nos constantemente sobre o sentido da vida daqui em diante
Será que quando souber respirar irá respirar por nós?
Será que quando quiser o seu espaço ir
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?
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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