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Nov
7th
2018

The Glass Flower · 11:26pm Nov 7th, 2018

"By the light of the stars in the desolate dark, an island once sat in the sky;
And amidst sand and shale was a flower of glass, that once caught a spark by the eye.
And the spark said 'sweet bloom, I shall grant you a boon lest you perish amidst blighted loam;'
'If your lips have ne'er been kindly kissed by the green, then amidst it I'll grant you a home.'
And so the spark gave it a home."

"And the flower grew tall, and it glittered and gleamed, and its brilliance surpassed the light;

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Apr
22nd
2016

Reading Rainbow's "One Full Day" Hardcopy Edition! · 7:02pm Apr 22nd, 2016

Hey, guys!

Do you all remember my story Reading Rainbow? Do you remember the story within the story that Rainbow Dash read to Twilight while laid up in the hospital? Did you ever want to hold and read that poem in your very own hands with your very own eyes?

Well, now you can!

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Nov
12th
2017

some poetry of imagery for you · 7:40am Nov 12th, 2017

Written by me (for class). It’s a long post, so click below to read.

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Jan
17th
2017

Poem #16 · 4:27pm Jan 17th, 2017

Masks of Shadows (16)

Staring with their beady eyes,
Their black soulless lies,
Peering out from a veil,
Hiding in the dark, ghostly pale,
Although not seen, death they reflect,
And also life, and shadows,
Showing not a mirror, but a lie,
Hiding the truth from the world,
But all the masks I see are shadows,
Shadows of death and the person,
They stare and laugh happily,
For it is the feast of death.

Aug
29th
2017

The Feather and The Stone · 11:42am Aug 29th, 2017

Oh look, another poem. This one was created for Seargent Spring to recite in the latest and last chapter of The Train Ride by Snuffy in a scene where the subject of racism comes up. Sadly for me, he declined to use it, but, I was so proud of it, I had to share it with y'all. I suppose part of the reason I'm so proud, is that while this was percolating in my head for about

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Nov
27th
2016

New "Story": Thorax the Red-Nosed Bughorse · 6:02pm Nov 27th, 2016

Thorax the Red-Nosed Bughorse (and Other Hearth's Warming Carols)

The gaudiest bughorse of them all invites you to sing along to all your favorite "Why, FiM, why?!" moments! :yay:


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Nov
10th
2018

Stiny Fishes on the road · 12:09am Nov 10th, 2018

While threading the road of life, whether in the warm or cold grey light, we will pick up luggage; ballast we carry with us, that weigh us down.
As time goes on, it grows. Guilt, anxiety, and other ailments. Carried for too long, and their scent will grow rotten. But by that point we do not notice its smell, we are used to it.
It is only when we acknowledge that we carry this luggage, that we can discard it. While the scent will linger, the journey will be lighter.

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Aug
4th
2017

who to send this poem to · 3:04pm Aug 4th, 2017

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

Apr
10th
2020

Revolving · 10:19pm Apr 10th, 2020

We rise, we fall, a curve in every step.
We rise, once more, each fall another prep.
We fall, so often, and yet each day we move.
We fall, we rise, to persevere through doom.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Feb
8th
2020

Bent · 12:00am Feb 8th, 2020

When one is bent,
to feel content,
you might resent,
to pay your rent.

"What good's it for?",
"They need no more".
Then they appear,
at your front door.


Happy Filthy Friday~.

Sep
4th
2020

journey to self fullfillment · 10:13pm Sep 4th, 2020

Stuck in a nutshell,
riding on a rut-o-hell,
with a wingless angel and a witless thief,
a journey to surpass the limits of belief.
For what can expect the ones lacking expectations?


Happy Clean Filthy Friday~

Oct
16th
2019

What is it about Equestria… · 1:01pm Oct 16th, 2019

…that keeps moving one to add stanzas about it to existing songs and poems? Or is that just me?

Anyway, now that I have two of these, and am seriously doubtful that I'll ever have occasion to use either of them in any larger context, I figured I'd share them with you here. Enjoy. (The original sources are in the tags.)


The folk who live in Ponyville, their hearts are on their flanks;
Their spirits overflow them, like the Suir in spring its banks.

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Sep
21st
2015

Golden Ice Lilly -- A Poem · 8:06am Sep 21st, 2015

Golden Ice Lilly, glowing bright in the night sky
Darkened rainbows abound, hidden in the corner of our collective minds
We find a new perspective to our situations, turning around constantly
Magnesium salfate inside the empty crates , fancy are we
Tungston steel and a faceless man in the doorway inside the hallway of our minds

No more wire hangers, suspended in resistence
Bring over your next army, cause' this one is missin'

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Nov
27th
2016

Hearth's Warming Icon · 1:49pm Nov 27th, 2016

(I should be much more sorry about this than I am.)

UPDATE: Song moved to the next blog posting!

Apr
18th
2020

Smile for the Camera · 12:03am Apr 18th, 2020

It does not matter, if you do not have energy. Two separate forces dictating our reality. What is matter, what is somatic, has ties to the energy that fuels it, though they depend on one another, their visits are not more than transient. Our bodies do not make energy. We invite it. Or we dismiss it. Sometimes, there is no choice to be made.

Happy Clean Filthy Friday~.

Oct
20th
2018

Absense of light · 12:41am Oct 20th, 2018

Long nights, starry skies, finding amazement in but a minute detail of the complexity that makes up our lives. Even the most common building blocks of our worlds house great mysteries. Every grain on the highway of live has its story, a mimicry of those that thread it. Highways, towards the infinite, towards the origin of light, we realize even illumination is a mystery. Our knowledge still outside the reach of its nature, what it is, why it behaves as it does.

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Sep
10th
2021

An Egg by any other name is still frail. · 9:32pm September 10th

Today we have a new story, a follow up on a tale posted just about a year ago, the ever month late Lazy August makes their return in september. However, what is going with her lately? Has she got butterflies in her stomach for somepony?
Or somepony in her stomach for... butter, purposes.

Suppose You will have to find out~.


Once there was a bird ruminating,
they sat on an egg and just waiting,
For motion they heard,
then thought the bird,
Whoever's inside is just baiting...

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Nov
28th
2016

Mais Non · 5:11pm Nov 28th, 2016

Sadly, Thorax the Red-Nosed Bughorse has not been nearly as well-received as I'd hoped. :rainbowlaugh: Even if it were more well-liked, there's no way it could be Feature Box material when it has to compete with gems like these:

:trollestia: A story about Celestia fighting a cockroach...

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Mar
2nd
2017

A Poem So Real · 4:29pm Mar 2nd, 2017

I think I'm awake... I just had a weird dream that was similar to the poem I wrote. There was a blood moon, millions of stars, one brighter star that looked more like the sun and lies.... So many lies!! I was nearly hit by a car and my boyfriend was there to hold me in the mud that I jumped in. It went from day to night. From there, everything got weirder. I started speaking in other worldly tongues and had a serious breakdown on the ground. My boyfriend kept repeatedly saying he loved me and

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Mar
12th
2021

A Wish Upon the Moon · 11:20pm March 12th

If the moon was a lake would the heavens be an ocean?
Yet a lake is but a drop to the vast expanse of space.
If the moon then was a lake,
I'd be content to dip in a drop,
and leave the vastness above as the sky.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

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