Summer
Summer days, summer nights,
Too soon they will be gone with the light.
"Come back," you say to them,
Yet too late, they have gone.
Fly away they will, as flies they will,
Like flies, their stay is short,
Spend your time wisely I say,
For, before you know it, it's gone away.
A book was found,
behind, beneath,
the shelves of mine,
to me, bequeathed.
Upon them sat,
my stories told,
so many lost,
both young and old.
But this one, new -
apparent age.
So old it was,
on inner page.
It's title, blocked,
in stranger verse,
in unknown words,
meaning dispersed.
I grabbed it soft,
in magic held,
with horn alit,
its words it tell'd.
I read it then,
I flipped it through,
Its pages turned,
each one so new.
I read of old,
of Canterlot,
Everyone has heard of a white lie
A small little tale that only lasts for a second or two
To keep the trust down for until it's time to explode
A sin that holds no sinner in hell after death
We take a breath and spit in the face of Truth
No depth in our smile
We shutter
Everyone has told a white lie
Whether they said “I’m fine” when they weren't
Or said they hated someone when they don’t
Or even a silent jolt of happiness after dealing with depression
Loneliness is a Friend to Me:
Loneliness has been a longtime friend to me.
It's been my kindest enemy.
Always in reach, residing in each
old memory.
Teaching me empathy.
It's taught me to let go.
It taught me to take "no."
Forced me to be myself,
to need no one's "say so."
Loneliness was always there with the ending day glow.
I get a call to come attend
the outside world and just pretend
like I belong. But, in the end,
I'm not the type to leave a friend.
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,
Retell the story,
Of fallen glory.
A Phoenix must burn before it can rise,
Costing so many their demise,
Seven long years,
Oh, her little tears...
Put to ease her fears,
Make sure she hears.
A new hero in front of your eyes,
Help him as he tries.
You lost your name,
You're far from the same.
Bring forth a change,
A system re-arrange.
A dark age of law,
You know what you saw.
A final chance,
Put an end to this dance.
Time to enhance!
Will Justice prevail,
Love, Fear, Life, and Death (4)
To speak of love,
Know this to be sure,
It's symbol the dove,
And there is no cure.
To speak of fear,
With its ghastly fright,
Listen with your ear,
And you will hear it in the night.
To speak of life,
It has many great joys,
And many great woes,
Of death now I speak,
It takes young and old,
And the sick and weak,
And often it is a fate kinder that love's hurt,
2 New Poems both on different books on this site can you find them?
It's Halloween. It's Halloween
The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen on any other night
Spirits rising into the night
Werewolves howl to silver blight
Horrors rise onto the scene
Undead corpses are among the hunter's gleam
With fires and laughter to silence the screams
While hauntings arise, and spirits are seen
Let us now ascend as the coming kings
On this frightful night of Halloween!
Salvete!
Part four is in its final editing stage. I will post it tomorrow, on the 5th.
Thank you for your patience; and, for reading my work. That's my favorite part. 
Valete.
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"
Dear Bronies and Pegasisters,
Recently Milo_Chalks has written out a sort of late birthday present for me. He has given permission to post it on my blog to share with you all what he has written for me. Personally, this is extraordinary as no one has ever written a poem for me before, much less of how much effort this was put into! I enjoyed this and hopefully you will too.
Signed your fellow Writer and Closeted Brony,
The Broken Promise (11)
Oh Fair Maiden, why do you weep?
Why do you shed tears of pain?
Oh why at night can you not sleep?
She said in eager sweet reply,
"My dear sir, I am afraid,
I had a lover this past fall,
And he did promise to come to me by spring,
And I weep for fear he died."
And so I heard her tale,
And I tell it to you,
And I wonder each passing day,
If her lover will return,
For years have passed since,
And if the man is not dead,
The Day's Song
A cacophony of noise
Greets me as I enter.
The throb of my heart,
Becomes the tick of a metronome;
The sound of shoes hitting pavement,
Becomes the beat of a drum;
The sound of people's voices,
Becomes the screech of a violin;
The wind passing through the trees,
PLEASE don't kill yourself, whoever is thinking of doing that!
I've had TOO MANY friends who considered suicide, and I, for one, am tired of convincing them NOT to! I even wrote a freaking SONG for one of them! (You know who you are, so don't pretend you don't...)
For those who have ever considered suicide...
This links to someone else's poem...
So Tuesday I went in to work, the day after giving my two week notice, and was told to sign an injury report and get out or the Business Manager would call the cops and have me arrested.
I could have punched him.
I SHOULD have punched him.
But I held back. And I aught to take pride in that. When I got home I wrote this up:
Yell and I will nod.
Threaten and I will shrug.
Call me rude and I will be polite.
You kick me just to see me break.
Yet I am strong in my weakness.
So I decided to write some of my poetry. I have already submitted it but I don't know if it will be published. It may not because...
well...
...
I don't know honestly. It's 1000 words at least, It has to do with mlp, and my spelling has been corrected over and over again continuously. Anyway, I decided to give you a small exert from it here as a bit of a preview.
(ahem)
Working each day, working each night
No time for fun, let's get this right.
I know it's true, please let be,
I also did a poem at the con. A different poem. I'm sort of proud of it. Not as proud as I was of "The Glass Flower," but still reasonably proud.
With a cluster of coddling and egotistic incompetence,
Are the acts of a cult leader any coincidence?
I tried so hard to be a blind hero,
Now there's destruction, and I'm back to zero.
Emerging from the dust of chaos's aftermath,
Dismissed and exiled, now where is the right path?
Three tribes hug together as warmly besties,
As I'm drowning in the waters of my own insecurities.
The rising feels are up to my neck,
As my lips expel a final vent and beck.
Hoping they hear my call,
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