Technicolour Dream (Sunny)

The idea is that Human beings are purely noise and music. As far as The Audient Void, it is responsible for all of creation. The poem just states that human beings are the only creation that offers tribute.

Alright, I'm so in. Most of my work is free form though. Travels The Audient Void (Caution: so free form, the formatting is really out of whack. But the message is deep)

Meanwhile outside in the courtyard, Sepia, who was casually jamming out on his bass, had accumulated a small crowd of dragon flies whom peacefully danced over Sepia's head as he played sweet sounding melodies to make them happy. "Yeah little dudes, that's it!" He said happily aloud as he closed his eyes and smiled to himself, still playing a gentle melody, and thinking to himself. He thought about the party tonight, the "Informal Rejects" party. Maybe I can get James to go with me... he thought to himself, and his smile brightened.

Sepia paid absolutely no attention to anyone else who entered the creative writing classroom. He simply moved to sit next to James, and started flirting his little heart out. Sepia did his best to play it cool at first by continuing to write down the first 3 stanzas of his haiku. Smoke is bliss and bliss is free smoking and writing Bliss is free and so is oxygen smoke filled lungs To smoke is a tendency reminiscent of literal self destruction... "Wow...that's rad." Sepia whispered to himself, hoping to catch Jame's attention. Gotta keep it coming. Keep writing. Finish it up. Sepia thought to himself as he continued to write his final 4 stanzas. Who am I I am a smoker smoke filled lung Writing about smoking in form of haiku gets really boring Why am I Still writing this thing I'd rather smoke Oxygen is boring and iron sucks too smoking is cool "Well that was a waste of creative potential." Sepia says aloud to anyone willing to listen. He raises his hoof and grabs the professor's attention. "Excuse me, professor, what am I supposed to do with this haiku when I finish it? I'm getting tired of looking at it." The professor laughed and floated the page over with his magic. "You don't like haiku either, do you Sepia? I don't blame you. Boring stuff, boring stuff." The professor read Sepia's haiku and chuckled quietly. "This ain't half bad. Well, it's not good, but not bad. A for effort Mr. Sepia, A for effort...uhm...I really have nothing else for you to do..." The professor said as he ran a hoof through his mane. "Actually, I didn't expect any of you to actually do this so, thanks to Sepia over here, I'm just giving you all an A for just showing up. Anyway, I don't even want to be here right now and I'm sure none of you lot do either...especially those of you who just arrived." he said snidely, eyeing the two new arrivals in the back of the room. "I suppose...if you finish the haiku, bring it to me, I'll laugh at it, and you can go do whatever it is you do when class is over. Early out guys, early out." The professor finished the last sentence with an audible sigh as he stamped his cigarette out on a manila folder. Sepia smiled gleefully and stopped by Jame's seat to grab his guitar and saddle bags. "Hey, I didn't know if maybe...uhm, you'd wanna hang out after class or whatever. I mean, that'd be really cool, and if you don't want to, that's fine, I'm cool I guess...but uh, I'll be waiting for ya outside in the courtyard. So uh, cool. I'm off." Sepia fumbled through the past few sentences nervously tying to find the right words to say so that this encounter would remain casual and friendly. Sepia walked to the door, finished the last sip of his coffee, and tossed the cup in the trash. Once again he cleared his face of emotion and walked into the hallways that leads to the doors out of the building. Sepia walked the whole way humming a tune to himself as he opened the door, entered the courtyard, and sat cross legged in the grass, opening his guitar case. Sepia smiled as the bright blue bass guitar's baby blue finish, freshly polished, shown Sepia's reflection in the sunlight. He placed the guitar in his lap, and strummed the strings, checking to make sure the guitar was still in tune. "Okie doke, she's still singing beautifully." Sepia said, satisfied with the gentle, jazzy notes that rang out quietly with a quick run of his hoof over the pickups. "Let's do this" he said with a smile as he began to play a song he wrote. The song was slow and upbeat, and although it was not complicated, it sounded very professional to him. And so he sat there, playing his bass guitar. Waiting for James to return.

As the bells rang 8:45 AM, the creative writing professor stepped into the classroom from the teacher's lounge entrance with a fresh smile on his face...that quickly deflated upon seeing that today, only 3 students of his 30, actually showed up on time. The professor had actually thought to himself that he was not expecting anyone else to show up either. Today is a friday, and at Camden,friday mornings are usually used by the students to prepare the night's weekly party. every week the theme was different, but they always turned out the same. For instance: The End of the World Party = just a drunken party, Freaks and Geeks Party = another kegger, Glowing Lights Party = yet another lame excuse to get neck deep in Flanks, drugs, alchohol, and rock 'n' roll. (or whatever other trash they usually spewed from heavy speakers that night) Tonight was no different. Tonight, the "Informal Rejects" Party was to be taking place in the Main Auditorium starting at 7 PM and ending when the DJ got tired and all the drunks took their "scores" to their dorms. Sepia usually whent to these parties, kept tabs on his drinking, and did his best to charm good looking stallions into taking him to their place. although Sepia had a particular taste for the nicer, more..."clean" stallions like himself. And tonight was to be no different. --- So as the professor's smile deflated and he uttered an audible and almost guttural sigh of disappointment, he sat in his chair behind his desk, searched his desk shortly for something, and sighed even louder. "Do any of you fine gentlemen who actually showed up today, happen to have a cigarette I can bum off of you?" The professor said aloud, closing a drawer in his desk. Sepia pulled his parliament cigarettes from his saddle bags, opened the fresh pack, and floated them over to the professor who took one, lit it with his magic and inhaled deeply enough that almost no smoke left his lungs. From a distance, Sepia could literally see the artificial euphoria building up in the professors head from the imbalance of blood oxygen levels. How...casually unprofessional... Sepia thought to himself as he floated his cigarettes back to himself. "Right, today we are going to be having a slow day as you can see. So, just write me a quick, 7 stanza long Haiku about anything at all. As long as it's still "appropriate" enough that if it's any good, it can be shown at an art showing." The professor said aloud to the "class" of 3. His words seemed to echo and rebound off of the walls of the seemingly empty classroom as the professor shrunk back into his seat, propped his back hooves onto his desk and continued to take deep and seemingly contemplative drags of the cigarette Sepia has offered him, almost as though he were deep in thought. Sepia began to write words down on the side of his piece of paper. Just words, to get his thought process going. The words: smoke, empty, warm, and collected were jotted out to the left of his paper, just within the margins. "Oh...ok. I got this." Sepia said aloud to himself. Before he began to write, he turned behind him to see that the other two students in the class with him were both blue pegasai, so he wasn't quite sure which one of them had knocked him over, and frankly, he didn't care. He recognized the one behind him as James, and James was quite the looker. Sepia raised his hoof to get the professor's attention and the professor acknowledged him. "Yes Sepia, what is it?" The professor said, his voice and spirits seemingly a bit elevated. Maybe from the buzz that came soon after a good cigarette. "Mind if I smoke?" Sepia asked casually, almost as if the professor were just a friend and Sepia were invited to his home. The professor merely shrugged and waved his hoof casually. "Knock yourself out kid. I won't stop you." The professor said quietly as he buried his face in his hooves. Sepia smiled a knowing, understanding, sort of smile and brushed a few locks of his mane away from his eyes, gratefully accepting this rare moment of casual understanding between a student and professor that wasn't illegal. Sepia floated a cigarette out of the pack and into his mouth, and lit it with his lighter. He took a deep drag from his cigarette and exhaled softly and inaudibly. Sepia turned to the handsome blue pegasus colt behind him and smiled a coy smirk, floating another cigarette out of the pack towards James. "So...you smoke bud?" Sepia asked James sub-casually.

My favorite band. for the longest time (an excess of 5 years) my favorite was nirvana but Snowmine replaced nirvana.

Genre: Contemporary Indie / Indie Rock Artist/Band Name: Snowmine Facts About the Artist/Band: The band hails from Brooklyn. I don't know much else about the band, they haven't exactly done much. Album: Laminate Pet Animal Cover Art: Track Listing: 1) Beast in Air, Beast in Water 5:22 2) Penny 3:20 3) The Hill 3:44 4) Danger in the Snow! 4:22 5) Let Me In 3:34 6) Piece of Your Pie 4:34 7) Trial and Error 4:51 8) This One 3:29 9) Hologram 6:01 Total Length: 39:22 Review: Snowmine's "Laminate Pet Animal" (Released May 3rd, 2011) Now, Snowmine, the 5 piece band from brooklyn, hasn't exactly done much since 2011. A few singles have been released and a decent amount of live shows have been played, but this is their only full sized album to date, and a smaller album at that. However, needless to say, this album is possibly the single most amazing and fresh sounding piece of bliss I have heard in years. Snowmine is often praised by fans for having a very "Clean and natural sound" and this album truly is a perfect example to back these claims. Laminate Pet Animal starts with the track "Beast in Air, Beast in Water" and while the track is typically what anyone could expect of modern indie groups, the other tracks on the album (especially "Penny", "This One", and "Hologram") have a very distinct clarity and smooth natural feel to them that is unlike any other. Each track of the album is memorable and catchy while keeping the underground sound ubiquitous to most modern indie bands of the decade. The sound that Snowmine creates in this album is unique to the rest however. Snowmine seems to flawlessly emanate a sort of cool and refreshing feel no matter what mood the listener is in. I have sat feeling downright like total shit and after listening to any song of this album I immediately start feelin' good about myself again. The instruments and soundscapes (although sondscapes are minor) are played it near perfection with one another so that there is no discernible difference in the feeling of one song to another, but making sure that each song sounds different. Out of 5, Laminate Pet Animal gets a 4 stars rating from me. I just can't get over how great this sounds.

Genre: Contemporary Indie / Indie Rock Artist/Band Name: Snowmine Facts About the Artist/Band: The band hails from Brooklyn. I don't know much else about the band, they haven't exactly done much. Album: Laminate Pet Animal Cover Art: Track Listing: 1) Beast in Air, Beast in Water 5:22 2) Penny 3:20 3) The Hill 3:44 4) Danger in the Snow! 4:22 5) Let Me In 3:34 6) Piece of Your Pie 4:34 7) Trial and Error 4:51 8) This One 3:29 9) Hologram 6:01 Total Length: 39:22 Review: Snowmine's "Laminate Pet Animal" (Released May 3rd, 2011) Now, Snowmine, the 5 piece band from brooklyn, hasn't exactly done much since 2011. A few singles have been released and a decent amount of live shows have been played, but this is their only full sized album to date, and a smaller album at that. However, needless to say, this album is possibly the single most amazing and fresh sounding piece of bliss I have heard in years. Snowmine is often praised by fans for having a very "Clean and natural sound" and this album truly is a perfect example to back these claims. Laminate Pet Animal starts with the track "Beast in Air, Beast in Water" and while the track is typically what anyone could expect of modern indie groups, the other tracks on the album (especially "Penny", "This One", and "Hologram") have a very distinct clarity and smooth natural feel to them that is unlike any other. Each track of the album is memorable and catchy while keeping the underground sound ubiquitous to most modern indie bands of the decade. The sound that Snowmine creates in this album is unique to the rest however. Snowmine seems to flawlessly emanate a sort of cool and refreshing feel no matter what mood the listener is in. I have sat feeling downright like total shit and after listening to any song of this album I immediately start feelin' good about myself again. The instruments and soundscapes (although sondscapes are minor) are played it near perfection with one another so that there is no discernible difference in the feeling of one song to another, but making sure that each song sounds different. Out of 5, Laminate Pet Animal gets a 4 stars rating from me. I just can't get over how great this sounds.

thanks man, i write these things at lunch time as I sip my coffee. Glad you like this one.

I haven't eaten a school lunch since 8th grade because the last time I did, I was puking my guts out all day and the next day. Nowadays i just bring something of my own or wait til i get home.

Hipster --------- Yeah, I get a coffee every morning, when the sun is big and full. Yeah, I got my scarf and my glasses on. Yeah, they match my skinny jeans. Now you know just what I am, you know just what to call me. A new word with a new voice. I can make my own choices. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I'm a brand new youth and, I-I-I'm a hipster. And I-I-I, I-I-I know, why why why, why why you all, keep staring at my flashy clothes. It's because you wanna know, just what you should call me. Give me a big ol' label. You know just what to call me, A brand new youth. Oh I'm a hipster. Summer is here, got my jacket on. You know it's cold inside. Parliament cigarettes, and a PBR. Now you know just what I am, you know just what to call me. A new boy who plays a new game, and I like my triangles. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I'm a brand new youth and, I-I-I'm a hipster. And I-I-I, I-I-I know, why why why, why why you all, keep staring at my flashy clothes. It's because you wanna know, just what you should call me. Give me a big ol' label. You know just what to call me, A brand new youth. Oh I'm a hipster. [solo] Oh, I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh, I-I-I, I-I-I know, why you act so stuck up. And why you look so hung up, pleasing everyone else. It's because you can't think for yourself. Now you know just what I am, you know just what to call me. A new style never seen before, and i like cigarettes with my coffee. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I'm a brand new youth and, I-I-I'm a hipster. And I-I-I, I-I-I know, why why why, why why you all, keep staring at my flashy clothes. It's because you wanna know, just what you should call me. Give me a big ol' label. You know just what to call me, A brand new youth. Oh I'm a hipster. Yeah, I'm a brand new youth and, you know just what I do when, you say I'm a "Newfag", I light a cigarettes and I take a drag. Yeah, you can't take me down. I'm the new youth here in town. I'm missing a label, you label me a hipster. And when you criticize my band, clearly you don't understand, indie is where it's at, and it's a brand new jam. And I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I-I-I, I-I oh oh oh. I'm a brand new youth and, I-I-I'm a hipster. And I-I-I, I-I-I know, why why why, why why you all, keep staring at my flashy clothes. It's because you wanna know, just what you should call me. Give me a big ol' label. You know just what to call me, A brand new youth. Oh I'm a hipster.

On the way out of Monk's, Sepia was nearly knocked over by a blue pegasus colt dashing out of the same door as Sepia. The pegasus was mumbling frenzied nonsense to himself on the way out, but Sepia couldn't quite tell what it was about. Yes! My coffee is ok! Sepia thought to himself and continued on his way to Creative Writing. --- Sepia casually cleared his face of emotion, sipped calmly from his coffee and opened the door to his Creative Writing class and sat down in his usual spot dead center of the class room. He looked around and noticed the class was empty. Then he looked up at the clock just above the professor's desk. 8:40 AM... "Cool, made it 5 minutes early." he says aloud to himself. Sepia quickly withdraws his legal pad and pen from his saddle bags and begins jotting down sequences of words to get his creativity flowing. title...needs a title...um... "Mocha with cream ------------------------ Mocha with cream, tastes like a dream. mornings are dull, out of bed I will..." "Crawl? No, no, no..." Sepia, frustrated, tears the page out of his legal pad and tosses the paper to the back of the room, then looks back to the clock. 8:44 AM...

link to OOC --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Camden Arts University, a chaotic college campus that is home to Equestria's most up and coming artists in every field, some of Equestria's greatest richest family proteges, and some of Equestria's biggest drug addicts, alcoholics, and delinquents. Here at Camden, anything goes. Anything at all ranging from weekly keggers, huge end of the world parties, underground cults, band performances, and general education. While some students may be here to learn, most are just here to blow their parent's money and get a half decent "education". It is here, at Camden, Equestria's most prestigious and expensive Arts University, that the events described below take place. Let's start off with Camden's resident "Prince of the Hipsters" and Self-Proclaimed "Urban Philosopher" (As well as ex-royal guard for 2 years, which is how he got the money for college in the first place), Sepia. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's 7:35 AM and Sepia is just waking up to yet another chaotic morning at Camden. Sepia busily goes about his morning routine of Showering off, spending twice as much time flattening his mane, and brushing his teeth. Next he grabs his scarf, the very same cream/red scarf he wears everyday of the year, puts on his glasses, and checks the clock. 8:22 AM, class is in exactly 23 minutes... Sepia grabs his saddlebags, stuffs a new pack of Parliament Vintage cigarettes and a lighter in his saddle bags. Sepia checks his glasses in light for smudges and puts them back on, finding no smudges on the glass. 8:24...oh man, today is gonna be slow... From his fourth floor dorm room, #107b, it would take maybe a 5 minute walk to get to Creative Writing if he took the elevator. May as well head to Munk's for a mango frappe to get my morning started. He thought to himself. With that in mind, Sepia turned to the left corner of his bed in his 2 person dorm and looked at his guitar case in which his bass guitar was housed. Sepia grabbed the guitar case and slung it across his back as he quickly exited his Dorm, got in the elevator, and took it down to ground level. As the elevator door opened, another colt whom Sepia recognized as a member of Camden's R.A. stepped into the elevator. Sepia smiled calmly at him and exited the elevator. Okay...now we get that coffee... --- Sepia entered Munk's Coffee and looked at the clock above the door. 8:30, perfect. Let's just get the coffee and head straight on over to Class. Sepia walked to the counter where the barista manning the counter took his order for a Mango Frappe. She smiled a fake looking smile and returned a few minutes later with Sepia's coffee. Sepia slid a few bits in exchange and trotted out of Munk's.

Let Go (of the bottle) --------------------------- I could take my time, and tell my tale, but who would care? I don't even know how to begin. I suppose I'll start off with losing that spark i used to feel. The coziness in my heart. It's cold today, nothing's changed. It never will. Let's hole up inside. The advantages of your warmth are dwindling as it rains. Now i hope you will hear me out. I've unlocked my chains, been free for days, but sobriety, is looking impossible now. My mind is on the edge of another meltdown. It's been so long since I felt this way. Entertain yourself, while I lower, myself down. Down into a well. This well I filled to the brim with tears and my regrets, is where I choose to drown. But of all the days, to mention pain, why now? Haven't you done enough? Well I guess I understand, I wouldn't wanna be around me either. But I'm still stuck in my skin. [solo] I lack the necessary traits, needed to, rehabilitate, my mind. But the ghosts of all the dreams I abandoned are haunting someone else. I see now, I drove you away. Mistakes i made, to this date, are all for not. I realize I'm sick. I realize now that with my words I rejected you. But I've never missed you more. While I miss your warmth, your charming laugh, and winning smile, I can never let you back inside. Because the hardest part of letting someone go is to forget, all of the happiness you won't feel again. While I close the door, and kill the lights, my heart shrinks. I'm gonna drink til I puke. But the rest of the story is just a fit of bitter taste, accompanied by a soft cry. I'll tear it down. My proverbial, wall of shame. Tear it down one day. The day will come when I get the chance to speak with someone else. Hopefully someone who cares. Don't wait form a miracle. Make them, happen. Don't let anyone, tell you, how you, should feel. Don't ever, tell anyone, how you, feel inside. Never, let anyone, ever, come inside. Never, let anyone, ever, come inside. Never, no don't ever, let anyone, come inside. [solo] At the end, of the day, I call again. Without a tear left to cry. But you would rather be alone than burdened with my presence. Forget it, I'm letting people in! In, come in. Come in. I'm letting people in. In, in, come in. I am letting go. Go, of the past. I am letting go. Go, go, of the bottle now.

Shouts of doubt --------------------- I can't remember which way she went. More than anything I am trying, ever so hard to forget. I tried my luck at winning his heart again. I tried and failed just as I had guessed, from the start all along. So, shout, shout, shout in the morning. Doubt, doubt, it's a storm and, we don't, need this, today. I will give anything for a classic romance. I will say anything to anyone just to get a smile, and maybe a place to spend the night. I came over to bring you some flowers. I even brought you a fresh book of matches, to burn the flowers with. So, shout, shout, shout when you're mourning. Doubt, doubt, outside it's storming. We need, to make, it better. And because the days don't ever change, because everything is exactly the same. Before you call me out to leave me alone, remember I am always waiting on the other, side of, the phone. [solo] So, pout, pout, like a child. Float, float, as if you're dying. Screaming, I need, some help. Shout, shout, like it's pouring. Doubt, doubt, all of her stories. Endowed, without, all of her bullshit. We don't have, to wait, on her. Go on, go on, to him.