When we were young, we were inseparable; We laughed and played always together, in that way that children do. Nothing at all could come between us for more than a day or two. It was such trivial things that mattered the most.
and then we grew older and the weight of the world was thrust upon us. we didn't ask for the Sun and the Moon. one day it simply was ours to bear a responsibility both great and consuming
and then we grew apart
Your Night was always so beautiful. Forlorn Quiet in its majesty. an art i never truly understood until too late to matter most
i did not see you when you were hurting regrettable memories can only be thus had i the opportunity again it would not be so
Dearest Sister, it burns hotter than my Sun to know i have wronged you so words cannot erase or undo what has been done and on this terrible of days it is i who has lost for it is i who is the monster, Sister for what i have done i am not strong enough to right my own wrongs
i saw pure hatred in your eyes Dearest Sister the same eyes all those years ago that begged to sleep with me on stormy nights and when you needed me most i wasn't there
Pony in the sky flying so free cool breeze warmth of Celestia's sun what do you see from above?
Do you see us below our feeble lives and children playing families laughing ponies enjoying the day lives lived and lost
What you must think of those, who waste the day mourning when instead we could be out remembering living for those who can't anymore. She was gone too soon
Pony in the sky what you must think of me Trying to join you without wings to fly
And why did you catch me? and grant me back what I so desperately was trying to throw away?
A unicorn waters his garden and nothing is out of the ordinary. Droplets of sprinkled water weigh heavy on leaves of brownish green, they dip and bow refract the sun prisms of light illuminated drip fall onto the earth below soaking into hungry roots craving nutrients
A pony stops at the tiny white fence "Good morning, nice seeing you. Gardens looking swell. Coming along wonderfully. You should come over for tea."
The sun bears down with the morning summer heat A crisp, cool breeze flutters by Chimes ring in the distance with bright, delicate voices The air is thick with the smell of strawberries and fresh mint. but the flowers are withered and old
The unicorn looks to the sky he'd almost forgotten how blue sprawling gaping it was a month indoors will do that to a pony.
He thinks even on the brink of withering thirst sometimes we can still emerge to blossom.
An old horse leans on his broken shovel and wipes his brow from another days hard-earned sweat He wipes away droplets while ponies trot not taking heed of his presence. They bustle and hustle to work shopping those places that busy ponies go
A foal with its mother stops and looks at the old horse Eyes sparkle full of curious intent. The old horse nods They acknowledge each other Then he goes back to work digging holes or something
He doesn't mind the work so much Working with his hooves is what he was born to do
He hopes he sees the foal again
years ago, he loved a mare who was always on the go and liked pretty things and sparkly things his measly income wasn't enough for fancy pearls and fabrics
he loved a mare but love was never enough for a mare like that but at least he still gets to see his daughter now and again.
I’m not especially good at writing or anything. Poetry is weird and gushy. And I’m not a gushy pony. (am I doing this right?)
Twilight said that I should write down my feelings Feelings are weird and I don’t like them.
It would be much better to be a robot who could fly fast and be dangerous and bulletproof and not feel feelings would ponies love me as much if I weren’t a pony who had actual risks to take like crashing or falling or feelings?
Sometimes I wonder late at night in the dark in my bed if it would be better to not be a pony who does because feelings get in the way
my feelings tell me I’m not enough I’ll never be the best my friends don’t like me anymore
But they’re just that feelings Right?
They couldn’t be real so why do they feel like they’re going to burst from my chest where everypony can see and laugh There’s Rainbow Dash Who thinks She’ll never be enough What a fraud
And then it’s morning and I wake up and the feelings are gone why is that when I know they’ll be back
