Signal Boost: I need 60 seconds of your time. · 2:44am Aug 27th, 2021
Drop what you're doing and read these beautiful eight sentences of poetry right now.
paperhearts has fewer than 100 followers. Let's fix that.
Drop what you're doing and read these beautiful eight sentences of poetry right now.
paperhearts has fewer than 100 followers. Let's fix that.
List of possible candidates:
Ixu
Sun
Derps (for Gal's sake, I'm including him)
...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.
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,
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.
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.
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".
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?
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"
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,
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
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.
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
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,
One day, Trixie decided to make a rap to promote her next show. Then this happened:
(To this beat: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbNJyhZJjDU )
Trixie, gonna rock this stage, gonna take this art form to the next page
Gonna smash the competition like she’s smashing this beat
Doesn’t know the meaning of the word “defeat”
Yeah Trixie, gonna rock this stage, gonna take this art form to the next page
Gonna smash the competition like she’s smashing this beat
As none of you knew before this point in time, I write poetry as well as stories about horses. I was going back through some of my old stuff and thought I might post this one.
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The Birds, the Bees, and I
We are rude and polite and homicidal and self-sacrificing
The angel stops to embrace the demon
The rising ape touches the falling deity
And they nod to one another in comprehension
Of things that they cannot understand
Without the other
But
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,
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!
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.