A collection of poems for, by and about colorful ponies.
A collection of poems for, by and about colorful ponies.
Maud's Poem takes inspiration and a line or two from So Great and Powerful and Tsyolin's song Indelible Ink. Celestia uses edited lines inspired by the Destroyer songs Notorious Lightning and The Music Lovers. Poem for Luna contains profanity. This endeavour and the poems here-in were largely inspired by Regidar's fic All Teeth.
Feedback is appreciated, as brutal as it needs to be.
The heart is a rock. Sedimentary. Pressure crumbles - weakness' fidelity. Isolation's pressure. Loneliness presents fissure. Together, all. Altogether, everything. The heart is a rock - strong. Strong in totality. In its community. The heart is sedimentary. A crust as whole, a chip itself. No chalcedony, no decoration. Nothing placed on a shelf. This is the heart. Sedimentary.
I’ve never been good at poetry, Because I always just say what I mean. But you really are a special pony, Even if you think it remains to be seen.
I’ve seen everything you are, And I know now what you can be. I just hope I don’t wander too far, and you choose to get up and leave.
I know that you blame yourself. And maybe you are to blame. But there’s really no shame greater, Than giving into your shame.
I know things for you haven’t been easy. I know that I’m not always near. But please don’t make me lose hope, That when I come back, you’ll still be here.
I know what it’s like, to go through names like they’re seasons. to go through seasons like they’re nothing. to never hear a word form from your own mouth.
I know what all of it’s like. I know what most of it’s like - How? and indulge me here - how do you pick your self up and keep going? Every single time?
How do you dust your self off without losing faith?
Lightning strikes twice, That castle’s Rut and Rot. Rut! A moment frozen in time. Rot! The two of you, and so much more.
Her mane flows like daggers in the rain, pointed, sharp, endless. The stars inside her seem so dim… The heart inside her seems so dim. The heart inside you, the two: the two. As one, as has been, as is no longer.
And your eyes, tears stuck in mid air. A long drop to the ground, waiting. Waiting for that release. Some, though, cling: Hold, Stick, Cement! Cement to your fur, the taste of salt in your maw. Tears? Or sweat? The taste of salt in your maw. And her eyes - locked, in this moment, with yours - see none of it.
her eyes.
It hurts to know her eyes are greyed and marbled, that their sight is none of any worth. That her ears are so stuffed with cotton and blood! that she may never hear you.
Is she here with you?
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Sister! (Destroyer!) Searching for a world that can hold us… Destroyer! (Sister!) But please don’t go your own way.
…
Has she already gone?
and a hoof that once nicked the floor beneath now only hangs mid air. Hangs mid air, right at the end of a leg raised and straightened but crooked, still, crooked. Crooked at the sky, a warning sign. A desperate attempt at some self defense. It blocks nothing. it holds no truth. it rends in silence then, for a moment, you forget that it’s your own.
The moon gloats in a pitch sky, bearing with its shine words of its own: Some half moment, some need for change. Some future that never happened. Some past that no longer matters: You are here now. You are here now, stuck, like the oil on the canvas. You want to hurt her. You want to help her.