All the creatures and critters,
Flying, walking, some swimming with flippers,
By their own way, yet constantly being hitchers.

Close by and sometimes clingy,
Every time I'm out on duty,
Sunny finds it so cutie,
Although it still annoys me.

Glancing at a mirror asking thee,
Give me a clue to this magical mystery.

Why do feathers and fur flock to me,
Is it the caring side they see?

Do I hold a sort of aura,
That exudes safety in a plethora,
Do they feel so secure,

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List of possible candidates:
Ixu
Sun
Derps (for Gal's sake, I'm including him)

IN WHICH I GET EXPERIMENTAL
Before I get this show on the road, have some Laura Brehm's newest song, dropped yesterday!

Okay. Now that I've improved your life via Laura, I'm going to try and improve mine. Be back after the jump.

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A quickie featuring everyone's favorite country pony. s/o Aquatic Vibes for the art - and ScandiBeats for the rhythm. Both provided a creative spark that led to this poem taking shape.

I hardly knew you,
Then you really grew on me,
Freckles fair and emeralds twinkly,
Say you need me, dear pretty Jackie.

Your eyes of shining emerald,
Make my heart assembled,

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...I'm releasing a Shimsham story a little earlier than planned! No, not the one that's supposed to come out on the 12th. That one will still be releasing with the schedule I gave it. This one is some more horse poetry. I've tagged Autophobia because this one goes along with the other -phobia stories in being in the same spiritual set of horse poetry in long form.

There's a bit of a buffer for it too, so it's not going to be lagging in updates much.

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Fact:
As pointed out by Loganberry, FIMFiction hit an interesting landmark on the week of August 29: for the first (and so far, only) time, the number of Mature-tagged stories released that week was higher than the number of Everyone-tagged stories.

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FreeQuency performing at the Individual World Poetry Slam Finals in Washington, D.C.

Mwende "FreeQuency" Katwiwa is a Kenyan born, New Orleans based spoken word artist, organizer and youth worker. Known for her social justice work and poetry, FreeQuency has been described as 'challenging', 'dynamic', and it has been said on numerous occasions that "the room isn't the same after hearing FreeQuency spit".

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screaming into the void
mindless thoughts from pandora

What will someone see if they look into my eyes?

Hope? Blues and greens intertwined, a brightness and attention that feeds light inwards and out? The conscious watchfulness of a listener hand in hand with the hermeneutic disassembly of my ego? Id?

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I see tall trees of green,
Bright berries too,
I shall pick a few,
For me and you,
And I think to myself,
Such a beautiful world…

I look up and see,
Amongst clouds of white
Pegasi flying free,
The earth ponies wave goodnight,
And I think to myself,
Such a beautiful world…

The shapes of the cones
With ice cream sweet as pie,
Are also on the heads,
Of unicorns trotting by,
I see them shaking hooves,
Saying, "How do you do?"
They are really saying,
"I love you"

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One more way and I'll find my home,
Where the water's cold, I know you'll be there,
See me in the shimmer of the glow,
I'm waiting to fade away,
In this house, I'm not home,
When it rains, I know I won't be heard,
Pay no mind to the screams of agony through the trees,
I won't dare breathe and you'll find a smile,
I know I'm done and gone,
I see it in your eyes, the flame of apathy,
In retrospect, I feel obliged to offer the comfort of soundless objection,

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Wake up relatively happy

Attempt to snuggle significant other

Realize you're single

Snuggle pillow instead.

Cry for about ten minutes

Suddenly stop crying

Remember that ponies exist

Make some nachos

Spend entire day watching ponies

Snuggle with plushie of your favorite pony

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I submitted a poem to The Weekly Contest Group here on fimfiction and was one of the winners.

Here is the prompt:
Prompt: Monster
Theme: Hope
Challenge: Write from the POV of a non-pony
Genre: Any
Rating: Everyone or Teen.
Length: Any
Deadline: 1st of November
Prizes: Top three poems will have a reading
Featured on this group

And here is what I submitted.

Title: Why I will always love her.

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It's not really pony-related so I put it in a blog, but still I appreciate you taking the time to check it out :3

Screw tradition

We’re on a mission

To plug the gaps

That plague the system

So no one falls through

So dreams come true

So you can trust

What the leaders tell you

No more lies

No more weasel words

Write laws in English

Not 12,000 words

Build a system

That we understand

That we can fight for

That we can comprehend

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Now for something rather dark and solemn. This depicts a scenario after Sunny Starscout gets in a violent physical altercation with ponies who betrayed her, is knocked unconscious, and thrown into the sea. Based off of AssasinMonkey's art, and inspired by Xhydralisk's comment on it. Paraphrased a few lines from his poem for the last three lines of this one. Might expand on it later.

Water floods my mouth, consciousness not found,

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While I was going crazy putting together an entry for this weekend's Writeoff Association competition (check out the 36 submitted stories here! There's currently a preliminary round, and voting on the finalists will be open to the public next week), another brony was out there doing something y'all should appreciate!

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We are sorry to report
Today at this AM hour
Such unfortunate news.
But it's our job, so thusly we announce
Earlier this morning,
An Equestrian died on Earth.

Her name was Whistle Whisp
And she was quite the trailblazer,
But also quite the alcoholic.
Some time last night she drank
And then she tried to fly,
Forgetting that in our world,
There's no magic in the air.

Splat.

Several folks posted poems recently

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Oh, lonely tower made of bone
days of endless sun shone
and made you unready for flights of rain
that made breaches of your walls that forever stain;
the cracks and the voids in a tool now useless
to show your life as one that was ruthless.

O' tower, your tyranny delights in the flights of fancy
your material expensive. exotic. chancy.
In glory divine, in destruction divide
is it really not clear why your enemies hide?

Is there naught in your reign you cannot justify?

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The only gods I have ever worshipped
Have been the ones I could touch
The ones that ask for nothing
Besides the gentle rotation of a thumb

The dragging of teeth over smooth skin
The silk of hair cascading where it shouldn't
Nails and fingertips tracing veins and arteries
Flesh and flesh and blood and flesh

And what god would not want to be revered
In the way that I pray to you
The same way every man should pray
On his knees, with your fingers in their hair