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(Wait, no prefix for poetry? RUDE. Well, you need to SEE to read, so visual it is!)

 

Hello everyone! While I am not a horrible artist, my focus recently has been written word. I thought I'd post some of my poems that either were influenced by MLP, or I just wanted to share with everyone ^_^.

 

So, uhm...yeah :D

 

(Edit: By all means, feel free to post your own poetry here if you feel like it.)

 

A Nightmare

”Walking across the scape, I peer on

Through the white sheet I look upon

A lone figure, curtains of light.

 

The wavering horizon a cloak

Over eyes in this land, I choke

As I see the encroaching blight.

 

I turn my head, my body follows.

I emit a cry, the sound rings hollow.

Instead a roar, a palpable spite.

 

It overcomes me, it consumes me

As quickly as I was, I cease to be.

With her now, I become the night.”

 

Sisters

Have you ever seen the sun rise?

Such power behind it, so wise

In it’s execution.

 

Have you ever seen the moon glow?

In the night sky, it’s light doth show

The beauty of the world.

 

Together they call unto he

To tell their tale of how to BE

To look down and to comfort me

 

With their synchronous existence.

 

Within Reach

A group of thousands

A herd of compassion

Rife with potential

Full of interaction

 

But to what end?

I see no point

Close relations

Ignored and disjoint

 

We're still alone

A heart with a breach

Searching for someone

Who’s not within reach.

 

Cutie

Found such a cute mare

Who’s time I did share

Her eyes, a brilliant blue.

 

In time I had found

Our heart they did sound

But alas, we must say adieu.

...

But not without getting a number first.

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Go right ahead.

 

 

Okay! Thanks!

While this one isn't influenced by MLP (made it back in May, before I had even watched the show), if you don't mind lengthy, enigmatic poetry, with some paradox/oxymorons here and there... well you may enjoy it:

 

Title: Since what is spent

 

 

Sunk-much in, again I soliloquy

 

And to myself; who is alone, and without

 

That closuring arm, may not it tempt me

 

Because I only resent it, because it resents me

 

I do alone, because you only allow me

 

While the days spoofs and cliche's have yet to arouse my;

 

My sense, sense of heart, and here I am generic

 

Do not have me start

 

 

 

And start I shall, as I would further go on

 

About my folly, goodness, my dismount

 

Into the world of worlds, and your world of worlds

 

But you could have done better to FARE me

 

Than to leave me alone, in this world's also lone entirety

 

 

 

But I do not consider it vast, but considerably confusing

 

And what is that I see, I see it there, hanging on the wall?

 

And there are you, are you, in circumference, or diagonally, involved with it?

 

Because I ask, you also show confusion, and knock off, put aside

 

And put away my closuring arm, which I also wished I'd never given

 

And whatsoever conviction I whence had becomes dismal if that be a bested conclusion

 

As I have, or have not, since gotten

 

Because I fear that you may isolate me again

 

And blend and disperse behind those shaggy walls

 

And I'd be without a clue about what you are thinking

 

For it was my wrong, or so I've kept on thinking

 

So let me not just tinker with my own tangible phantom and demons

 

And play with many shirking revelations, as though they may appear

 

Because you'll be with them, those inner-demons, while all I can do is rear

 

And rear as I also shall, because you've left me alone

 

Or rather, so I have felt, and whence call on abandonment

 

 

 

But I should know you better because of it

 

And I should know better than to hand you what should be immensely dealt, garnered.

 

Because the maturity of my heart seems none-to-kindred

 

Or dreadful

 

Because I've kept on thinking

 

These revelations

 

Their importance

 

Their messages are potent

 

As if they've been the only ever contemplated on these also immense earths

 

I've found in your world

 

Because, realistically, I'm molded of those same earths,

 

And their dense roots, as those are the inner networkings I am also involved in, which only seeks to bare your weight

 

 

 

But rest-not and restful

 

As I come with my own personal barings!

 

But you only seem comfortable with them, dependant on your own apparel

 

And to which is from your own, personal, given census

 

As I am but a question on your questionaire, and I say;

 

"How important am I really to you?"

 

But darkened eyes devour me as you do me away

 

Because the seriousness of this question cautions but to imminently lead to tension; or

 

As I would have thought, but this is but a forbaded,

 

And forbidden

 

Revelation that coordinates the strained confusion that forces along my mind

 

Which I wish was an enigma

 

Whose puzzles and obscure patterns and hidden messages attracted you moreso than what others wrought

 

But rejoice and rejoice, I seem not to be just a heart-settling factor

 

As you have done for me, though have also since, done for others

 

Because as I look around

 

At many the familiar furniture inbetween those once tightend but now shaggy walls

 

Whose use is as byfar, expended, faltering and detaining as my purpose is served;

 

 

 

I unwittingly find out you are also as expended.

 

As I am but a small token, or just a redundant contender

 

For your divided hearts, divided loves, and carrier, but-since divided soul

 

Which I sitll think impossible as you heart may just be too gracious

 

And mine, unwilling to share what has become clear to me, though faced with this, foremost,

 

What would also be a revelation but is foremost true.

 

So I come too baring my coins, my tokens, though their luster is no where near as great

 

Because it'd be rude TO me, not to.

 

Because I myself am not quite good enough, or am foul-suited

 

Because gracious hearts and their offerings, appreciative, become tokens expended to me

 

 

 

And make me near obsessive; so as I show, and may offer

 

As among tens', fifthties', hundreds' of other contenders and their tens', fifthties', hundreds' of tokens

 

I come as cheap and silly, because as others have come not with tokens, but with solid gems and luxurous drapery

 

And seek to bolt them among tables and walls, and next to you

 

Alongside what was familiiar in your temporary shaggy home I come, bargaining, and bargaining with fool's gold

 

For I am a fool who's sensitive heart cares too much

 

And would have brought one million golden tokens!

 

Had I known

 

To compensate for the mere ten silvers offered by your attractive soul.

 

 

 

...

 

 

 

But since what is spent, I feel I have overpaid

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Holy verbose Batman!

That is very good...makes me want to write a longer piece.

 

Thanks, I was going through a certain phase involving a friendship I was uncertain about I shared with someone. It felt pretty one-ended and I was wishing to feel like I had more of a role in the person's life I guess. Like she wouldn't mind forgetting me or something. Especially with the goals I have had set up for myself.

 

So on and so... I'm glad I inspired you to say the least. :) There are others related to this one if you are ever interested.

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  • 2 weeks later...

MOONDANCER

 

Saffron waves infuse the night

Scudding clouds confuse the fight

Darkness reigns and who is right

The thoughtful one

Or the hideous sight?

 

Dancing waves upon a windswept shore

Thunderheads that rain no more

Rocky ways lead on before

The darkness real

The sight still sore.

 

Elixir strong, the dream is gone

Phantasms fly, now are you one?

Ever dark the con

Even lost amidst the snows

That once so shone

 

Achilles lost, his blasted heel

Heroes destroyed, how do they feel?

Prisoner sentenced to his last meal

The gallows tomorrow

Before the altar kneel

 

Darkness comes in shadow waves

Madness comes as the sad fool raves

Soul lost inside the cavern craves

A moment's grace, a time to think

A second's pause, the heart does sink

The world is lost

Too high the cost

Along the edge the cutting razor shaves

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