TheBronyHeart

DUNNNA DUH DUH DAH DOOO DAHLAH WHO DOO DEEDEE DA DUM DOODADUM DALDA DEEDOODUNNA DUM DUM DUM DEE DUM DE DEE HOOLAH DOO DOLOOH HAH DUH DOO DEE DUNN DAH DAH.... Known for.... lots of... things... that I cant quite.... put my.... finger on.... ummmm.... DALLA DOO DEE DEE DUMM HOOLAH DOO DEE DAH DUM DOH DEE GALA DOO

You know... this is how I know I wrote something good. When all you people take the time to stop and leave a reply <3 You guys make me happy.

Yes... and to everyone who reads this ... know that the literal inspiration for this came from me actually taking a knife to myself... no not cutting or causing harm... but to give myself a sense that life is so vulnerable, adn a few other things...

Oh no... this poem holds MUCH meaning.... it is implying the meangless words that come together in a umeaningfull way that are put together differently in everyone's minds.

Because I have nothing left to offer the world. Soar past vindiction and peril. Past the seas of feeling and pity. Find yourself in a new land. One filled with your lost hopes. So, i encourage you, no plead with you. Have you yourself taken the knife in your hand? Have you pressed the metal against your skin, felt its cold? Once you do, once you face daeth in a sense of such, maybe then you will see like me. Joyous? I doubt, but still. There is not much point hidden behind words. Their meanings are differed by the minds of others. Take thses words now for example. See how they twist about and make sense to you. This sense is to you only, not to me. Perhaps what I write has no meaning at all? Maybe I sit and let mutter all issues I address.. I find no reason to continue whilst this blade is pressed apon my neck. Yet, how is it that I also feel the need to continue. A need , a desire in which I want to live on doing just that. Living in words that have no meaning. Oh what a wondrous thing.

Its funny... when i first started playing this game, no one knew me for my poetry... now that is all anyone says.... known for .... wait.. did you watch that episode like I said?

well... known for compliments...

Known for thinking mediocre is talent

Known for wanting people dead... luckily i am not one of them.

Known for Nuclear warefare

known for.... BLOWING MINDS!

known for digital art...

I... I don't.... UNDERSTAND!?!!?!?!?? EVERYTHING I EVER KNEW TO BE TRUE IS A LIE! I have been proved hopelessly wrong. I don't know what to do anymore....

Go watch MLP FIM Episode 15 season 2 "The Last roundup" You will see my reference . Nope, I dont buy groceries, I buy useles junk, others buy the groceries. Known for not knowing ANYTHING about me aparently...

Known fo being the best Russian I have ever met.

Known for pickle berry cumquat

I find your argument to be invalid.... H does not know.... end of story c: ....?

No he doesnt.... he can never know... or....you know.... the nuclear bombs?!

Known for secretly loving fluttershy.... i suggest keeping that information saftely away from a certain russian communist pony I know.

Because, at any given time, people can not understand one another. We are a mystery to ourselves and to others. So This raises a question that I feel needs to be heard. Just what is it in our minds, that makes us feel the need to judge? What is judging? Why is it needed in our minds for us to function in a society of destructive criticsim. Nothing makes sense to this one. This one, one who searches for a reason behind meanings and words. Searching in vain perhaps, because even if he finds what he looks for, I cannot be so sure thaty the world will follow him. No, it is without doubt. The world is based apon itself. Sanity is what people will define it to be. So in that sense, does this make me insane for not being a willing contender. I will not be so easily harnessed by the judgements that will soon encase me. No matter what, even to my dying day, I shall never be one to pass judgement. Never shall I declare one's fate in consequence to choices and feelings. Such occurences are beyond my understanding. Only one power I know of is able to perform such. And his graces are scarce. So, tell me, be you one to pass judgement and be judged yourself? Or shall you be of a more reasonable standing? Why is it that we are a people of so much and yet offer so little? I am still searching for reasoning amongst feeling. Obviously I am insane by your standards. Try to argue with me, i encourage it. Stand firm in your beliefs, I respect it. Attempt to judge me, and you will judge wrong however. Stop seeing the world for what some people declared it to be. See it instead, through the eyes of someone unknown to you. Someone whose morals are of sub standards to your own. Let go of everything you know, and accept the differences. Even the mistakes that bring about heavy consequence are of great value. These are perhaps the greater lessons. Never forget them, and never judge them. -David favret

A day late. An hour passed. Moments shared, and wasted. Time that has been corrupted with the poison of awful living. And now we wait, watch the poison take affect. We as the people, standing by and simply watching. Waiting as they fall to the ground, laughing, I swear. If we were half decent in the least, why not help? If this will be the world I am brought into, then I do not wish to be here at all. I suppose I am just as bad though. You see, I spend my days educating you on the subject. I have yet to lend my hand to the needed, yet i continue to preach it? Hypocrites and ignorant brutes. An occaisonal saint, but for all the wrong reasons. If only We all had a hero. One who would correct the wrongs of this society. One who lend his hand to the poisoned, with only the will to help. -David Favret