Hello Everypony · 10:31pm Jul 28th, 2015
Hi, I created this account with the first goal of spreading a short story I've been working on throughout a wider audience. However I have been inspired to do something else beforehand. My first follower has seen nothing of my work, but still believes it must contain something worthwhile. As a fellow poet, I herein offer a small piece from a few weeks ago. Though no one ever really knows what their poems are about for at least a few years, I imagine this has something to do with becoming a brony.
Unbroken
I remember us once running
from the gray goo of middle school
when I was fast and it was all
the kind of fun no one really wants
because I was of course running
in falling circles around myself
knowing they wanted something
different to play with
as I had once drawn into the fading night
still absorbing from those
whose desire for harmony had not yet
outweighed their capacity to erase
back when I feared pink
and began to forget how simple truth is
I only fell further waiting to speak again
with a beloved voice that was once mine
that I just now hear emanating from the essence
of what will soon be me