TheBronyHeart

Known for having a similar username to ChampionRD92

Twas the disease of an unhappy cow, an angry sort at heart and lost from within. Life, and given as such, as to be mad. Unhappy cows with glaring eyes, mindlessly grazing the flowers of monotonous colors. The disease of farewells upon roads paved with trees falling from the sky, trodden upon by the cows as they flee from the remnants of sanity. That which it was, this mad cow disease stole my family. Terrible, monstrous desires of wet, crunchy feelings, a child in pieces, singing melancholy. Singing of flowers that could no longer be found. Mad cows they are, and for it we perish as fading specks of once brilliant light, set against the dim background of spectral meaning and significance, now burning not so bright and silently in empty vacuum. The miracles of disease are the smiles, sweet and unseen by grief upon these now falling stars. The remnants of sanity, along with what I once could recall as my family, gone once more, here for eternal, magically true. As I rode upon the backs of mad cows, I yearned to be free, and set upon the lost and the lame. I was whom I see. All of it… all, the mad cows gave to me. -David F.

I’ve grown tired from each passing day Falling deeper by unknown means in your etched cycle Hearing the stories of every occurrence Bearing the sigil of emotional scarring as I embark as a daily witness Fortune’s strange grace on infants born to disease Or the cries of children I’ve never met, yearning for the pain to end People roaming the world with no place to go And others surviving with no reason to do so All of it I’ve seen And by your damned wishes, all of it I have felt Pain, of others or of myself, felt deeply by no conventional means I would ask of your help, to stop the injustice of this perpetual sadness But I know the reasons why you hide your face Even so, upon every night I rest my eyes, I see the faces of the dead and dying The weak and the blind, the hurt and the depressed The lives of those who find only another sleepless night All in my head and corrupting my dreams, as I have bore witness Your merciless injustice in life and in hope It is all just scars to a mind, no more it would seem I’ll pretend that I sleep well, and wake with a smile I’ll go on living the life you’d expect me to have A normality smothered in fallacies, your dream for us in ignorance I’ll cover my eyes when they walk by, the ones who can’t keep living And I’ll turn the page when I read of there ends I bore witness before, and bear it today And tomorrow I’ll try to forget, so that I can keep living My dream world of perfected pain from the heart My anger swelled up, curdled and rotten, tearing me asunder every night Damned to continue watching, I try… I try… I’ll never continue, I simply can’t Witnesses to the world we were forced to observe I’d ask for it to end only for the disappointment of another tragic nightmare I’d pray, but I have forgotten the words to use Little angels that you gave life are flying away And with them they carry the words of tomorrow Unable to know of your good intentions, as you cast them down as they began to ascend The words I would give to you are lost The pain of the loss, my heart to continue beating Please little angels… fly away… -David F.

I don't really get the nostalgic feeling because I never stopped playing all the games from my childhood. They ate still to this day my main source of entertainment. When you spend your entire life with something, and continuously use it, it doesn't really bring out that nostalgic effect. I'm more likely to feel nostalgic over an XBOX 360 game... But of course, If I had't continued to play them then I'm sure they would be nostalgic.

Darkest of Days. A little known FPS from 2009 with an interesting premise. Just look it up.

5/10

Mallow

x Wingnut

x Jokuc

7/10 Simplistic yet very enjoyable style.

Yu-gi-oh is awesome, but it looks way too blurry. 4/10

3/10

x Nigtfall

8/10. cute

They died tomorrow from past experiences Brought to feeling from bleeding trumpets Sounding the songs of final tribulation As children mournfully walk on by Eyes filled with hatred from events unseen Minds uncertain as the past accumulates Fortune’s prediction of the newest beginning Eyes wide these children For no one else is there -David F.

I am legally bound to say yes

x pervy Jokuc

Staring eternally through shattered panes, the windows of generations come and gone My hand against the shards, gently pressed, and flowing into the pools of crimson Echoes abound in solitude, this place, where memories brought voices Ever more in the sentiment of loneliness, unfathomable desires, I am forever bound Through every flame, a spark of life, in generations come, I watch Through every pane of shattered peace, relatively in pieces, resting in patterns Groping tighter, these remnants of company and hope, a faster flow of red and love -David F.