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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
8There is sea glass in my lungs. Bottles of undelivered messages smashed and worn down from the unforgiving waters in my chest.
Her Thoughts on LifeIt is cruel, it is unfair
Throws you surprises without a care...
It is sick, it is twisted
It's darkness is oh so demented...
It is complicated, it is uncontrollable
It can make you feel so emotional...
It is magical, it is beautiful,
The truths in the winds can be musical.
It is unique, it is a blessing,
It can leave you always guessing.
It is special, it is everlasting
It's moments depends on how you're acting.
The DarknessThe Darkness
Dark is night,
Dark is fire,
Dark is the absence of the light,
Dark is a deep desire,
Night is calm,
Night is wish,
It's not something you can hold in your palm,
Night is the blackest of the pitch,
Black is the absence of colour,
Black is not always empty,
Black makes the waves of your body flutter,
Black is as black as it can be,
The abyss is darkness,
The abyss is strange,
The abyss leaves you helpless,
The abyss may have you forever changed.
Just me.I've always been different and weird, I won't deny it. I used to hang out a lot more with adults and "mature" people, instead of kids my age. We just didn't get along. That caused me to be the loner in school…the weirdo and outsider everyone would pick on. I've never experienced bad bullying, but some kind of mistreatment has always been there. Let me explain my way of thinking. Why? Because almost everyone I know calls me and my thoughts weird and complex. They're not if you at least TRY to understand them. You will understand if there's at least a little bit of human in you.
The world has always influenced me, not doubting it. Many people just come along as they see me cry and say "Stop it; there are people who are much more miserable than you. Poor people for example". Yes, but have those people telling me this ever considered that my sadness actually IS because of so many people suffering? Nope. The world is cruel and unfair, telling us what to do and who to be. If we don't f
ProtestsI run past your Ivory Tower
Rich white kids handing out fake flowers
Since the real ones are too delicate
For their egos and their benefit.
I look at their protest posters
Arts & crafts projects made of glitter
Perfectly parading a Muslim name
While mine's spelled the American way
Out of shame.
I see the sun setting down
White flesh matching
The house they're marching to
I don't know why I'm not so grateful
Of the shouts from their souls coming through
I run back to my home
Protest posters thrown away and gone
I can't defend myself without
The armor from the colonizers
Who can't pronounce my name
I Need YouWhy do you always do that?
Disappear almost immediately...
I'm sure you have a reason,
but I need you.
I have no one else to go to;
no one else is really there.
I can barely stand.
Please come back...
I feel like I'm being torn;
ripped apart at the seams.
My heart is aching
and my soul is in pain.
I've been trying to stay strong,
for you of course,
but it's so hard
and it hurts so much.
Why does this always happen
to you and I?
Can things never go our way?
Can't I just be happy?
Why can't there be no pain.
I just want to see the joy in your eyes.
I don't want things to be like this.
Please, just...answer me.
I need you.
MindtravelClenching his delicate fingers and looking into his eyes, I almost felt like I'd faint. I did black out, but awoke in what appeared to be outer space.
I thought I'd die of the said asphyxiation that made you lose breath, but I didn't. I was breathing just fine. I thought I was alone, floating in this lovely space, but I wasn't.
He was right in front of me, black eyes gleaming in the sun. He extended his hands like he did before we appeared in this place. I held them and looked into his eyes.
Within those eyes, I saw everything. The truths behind lies, the feeling of being brought back to life, what truly happened before and the cloaked truths that were never before seen.
We let go and everything faded back to the room we were sitting in. I was poisoned, but that was merely a remainder of what was left of him. I'd remember him by this poison.
try all you might
resolution in sight
nevertheless it takes flight
agnate a kite
the prospective is it bright
happiness is a priviledge
albeit not a right
to my delight
in this wacky world
so wacky and trite
there is no one else to hold the light
the jellyfish flow
is all that i know
the mundane existence of eternally slow
the gradual decline of lethargy ill show
nowhere else is there to try
or to go
so minsanthropy is the good for now
while the soul grows mold
and while your body's always warm
its so hard to just be cold
before I'd ever take
pen and pencil and dig it
into fragile paper plates
spinning around in my head
is my fears and insecurities
I gotta get this done before bed
I gotta get this done before I'm dead
but I try to stop
but I don't know when
because the insecurities remind me of the
And then too late
I had all day to do it
and I didn't do it
I kept reminding myself of it
and then something else distracted me further
and it's always this cat and mouse chase
of forcing me to pump the shit I haven't
been inspired or consented to invigorate
my mind reminds me of the insecurities
my laziness and my lack of producivity
it's always that I got to hurry hurry hurry
hurry hurry hurry
before it's too late
before that day
I keep moving to the next day
tomorrow it was
Peace will comeWalk on the Road my friend
if you walk the path their will be peace in the end
now please, put your tired head down
don't cry anymore tears
Not so long again everything was wrong
their was to much noise
and everyone was confused
but i rose above them
and fly high into the sky
and i flew higher and higher
but i flew too high
my wings burned under the sun
although i could see right fine i was too blind
i could think clearly but i was and am a mad man
even if i could hear the best i still was deaf
everytime i sleep the voices speak to me
and they said
we told you to walk the road, our friend
we said there would be peace for you
how raise your head with pride
please don't cry
i was faking all my reasons
they were nothing but masquerades
the events of this seasons have come and gone
if i claim to be all the wise
i don't know a thing
if i claim to have all the answers
i just have a list of unanswered questions
my life is a ship crashing into the waves of emotions
being thrown about like a ra
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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