Poetry. Poetry about ponies is what I aim to give you. It can be sappy, or it can be sad. It's simply a collection of poems, all unrelated to one another.
Enjoy the stories of kindness, of laughter, and of the secrets that are hidden behind closed doors. Enjoy a view into the lives of the inhabitants of Equestria, in a completely different way!
I'm hoping for a day to come. A day of eternal peace. A day where water is calm. A day of solace, release. Days and nights all must end. Eventually, peace, there must be. Waiting with and for a friend. Burning out, soon shall be That day.
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I. I can hope and pray to the stars. I could at any time fly. I could soar into the night's arms. I am free from a cold prison. I set myself there once, long ago. I had partially caused the schism. But I must now learn to let the past go. I hope for Mother.
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I'm dreaming for the Time. The Time power may be passed on. He once failed, bearded and wise. How I miss his frail smile, he's now gone. But someone must carry the destiny of both. Sun and moon must conjoin. We must move on, but not without pain. Sacrifices must be made if she is to give us peace in Our Twilight.
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I. I dream of a mare. She sends me into eternal serenity. Beautiful, the cosmos awaits me, kind and fair. Sister worries, however, of her students' sanity. My darkness has gone, what does it mean? Is there such a thing as being truly eternal? My existence is not at all what it seemed. I dream of an Inferno.
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I'm just not Believing anymore. Give me what I long for, O Sun! My reverie must be at hand, at the door. I look into all our futures, but they are clouded, all but one. We shall be fine. So why does it not feel so? My skin crawls with each passing night. I feel a presence, once gone, I feel Mother again.
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I! I can now Believe; for she is here! Mother is here, O glorious day! Embracing Sister and I, she sheds a tear. I know now all will be okay. Together, we three ride into the cosmos. We right our wrongs, and Sister is relieved. The world is safe from calamity. With power of both Order and Discord, we succeed. We banish all darkness!
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Once again, we are safe. Safe from evil. Safe from sacrifice. My student is spared the pain, so cruel. Thank Mother, I feared the worst. Now we can move on from it all! I feel alive, fresh, new! My Kingdom is safe, My beautiful Equestria!
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Hail the Sun! Praise the Moon! Forever we sing! Forever we swoon! For our world! For Equestria! Peace, Everlasting!
When Fight or Flight is your only option, which will you choose? When Elements are divided, what are the options one has? Whose side do you take when the lines have been drawn?
Internal struggles, those among friends... Those struggles are some of life's worst. Friendship can be horribly cruel.
Disharmony has clouded their judgement. They quarrel amongst each other. Can their shattered dreams be mended?
First is the party pony, secluded in inability to cope. Her fun has gone away, and her bounce has no more life. Silent, she sobs all through the night.
Next, trying to help Pinkie, is the athlete. Her anger knows no bounds. She flies in hatred, consumed by rage. Training is replaced by outer frustration. A Rainbow of darkness flies overhead.
Thirdly is Rarity. Her Boutique is closed, her sister is pained. Clear thoughts are clouded by the bottle, inspiration does not come. Drained by drunkenness, her energy and passion has died.
Then, Fluttershy. Her meekness has turned into nervousness. She spends each day quaking in fear, afraid of the wrath of the world. She feels her only friends are the creatures she keeps safe.
The farmer, stubborn, no longer benign, suffers quietly. She bottles up her feelings, never opening up to others. She works herself to death, relentless and unforgiving.
Finally. The student. Her instability is her own demon. Her nights are filled with studying on how to fix friendships. The assistant and her do all they can to repair what's been lost.
How I pity them so. How I've tried to help. Alas, my best efforts have all been for naught. The God of Disharmony can only do so much to fix his mistake.
I cannot undo the mistake Discord has made. This mistake, that I made. My reformation may be complete, but my presence has caused pain.
When I try to do good, I only do bad. Is it my fault, or is it something not under my control? Celestia, I am so sorry.
There is only one option. It must be done. But, it shall cost me everything.
They say the Silent Martyr makes the Loudest Noise. One life, given for the sake of others, can change destiny. I shall be the Martyr. I shall make the noise.
We, The Elements, three Princesses, and I, all gather. To the Crystal Heart we travel, my decision made up. The Elements reluctantly come, but do not speak.
With all of the worlds' power, we gather our strength. I am ready for what is to happen, what I must face. Fun and games no longer apply, at the fringes of life.
With power so great, I fly in the air. Energy insurmountable rushes toward me. My last act shall be my finest.
All my life, I've been an actor on a grand stage. I've once done bad, all for a laugh or six. Now, goodness floods my soul, and I find reverie.
One last curtain-call, one last hurrah. My last performance, I give my all. For my former enemies, now my friends, I face oblivion.
Discord is no more. Friendship is restored. And I am at peace. The world is at peace.
Happy, happy, joy, joy, it's all in my heart! Spreading love and cheer is what I'm all about! Super-duper days and wonderiffic nights! I don't know which is better!
Kaleidoscope eyes with quirky little nobs! They twist and turn, they make icing globs! How does it work? I have no idea! All I know is that it's funny!
I make confections, awesomesauce treats! Delectable cupcakes and yummy, tangy sweets! My customers' smiling faces with satisfied bellies, Oh, that's what I care about!
I prance down the streets filled with cotton candy clouds! Jumping past gumdrop roads and salty crayon mounds! Gingerbread houses all line my Ponyville! It's full of magic!
Everything's a cacophony of lovely sounds! Like horns and songs and fillies, jumping all around! Oh, what a flavorful life we live in! Gummy, rainbow-y life!
Some days, though, they're dark and lonely... Some ponies feel sad, but I try to make them not feel so bad or grumpy... It always works, eventually, 'cause Pinkie spreads laughter! Oh.
"They" say you can give, but never receive. Or, you can choose to have, but never give. I wish both were true, but things cannot be. Not for lonely Pinkie.
Of course, I always say giving joy brings me joy. But does it really work that way, or am I a little blind? Why am I so coy? Maybe it does, 'cause I still remember my party of one. That sad feeling kinda sucked. Gummi agrees.
I do my best every day, to make everypony happy. Of course, it always succeeds, for I'm the party pony. Life is good, despite my questions. I shouldn't worry, silly me.
Days are sugar-coated, but nights are different. They start off nice, but sometimes end up like an elephant. They're big, loud, and sometimes a little scary. But I always have Gummi!
My lollipop dreams fill my nights. I dance on sugarcane rivers and see chocolate delights! I prance with my friends, surfing on caramel lakes, and eating malted bushes! It's a vacuum of bliss!
Say hello to joy! Say goodbye to sorrow! Age is gone! There is no tomorrow! There is only today! We're forever free and young! Jelly volcanoes spurt, and the fun never seems to end! Then. Time stops.
Smiles I've grown to know freeze in time. Their eyes fixate on me, staring back for a lifetime. Suddenly, they scare me in their silence. Silence so loud.
Black rain falls from the sky, exploding on the ground. Every drop erases color, leaving shadows all around. Black and white is my prison, color was once my world. Friends fade away.
My walls shatter, friends fall to the abyss. No matter how hard I try, no scream reaches my lips. I have a mouth, but cannot scream. No...
I suffocate in my despair. I beg for it to cease. My throat, squeezed by invisible hands, finds no release. Pounding, my heart explodes in anguish. I wake up.
Some nights it happens, others it does not. Should I go talk about it? Maybe I ought... Maybe I will, because friends help friends with scary things. That's a good thing.
Friends give me joy, and I give joy in return. So, I can give and receive, that, I did learn. Maybe "they" were wrong, and I was naive. That's a good thing.
No matter what, my friends are there for me. They can help, no matter what the problem may be. This town, it will keep my gleeful and jumpy! That's a good thing for sure!
Everypony needs somepony to be a friend! Sometimes I need a friend to help, a "friend 'till the end"! Friendship and its joys are my magic! That is the goodiest of good things of all!
Can this really be the one I sought? Can it? Can it be that I was truly wrong in my endeavors? All this time I've tried to be kind. I've attempted this emotion they call love. But why can I feel no such thing? I may be a creature of Equestria, But I feel all alone. All I do is sit and wait for my lover to come home. When will he ever come? This is the question I ponder. I did it all for him. My heart lingers on this notion of love. I embrace love, so why is there no feeling? I siphon the love from those I want, so why? Why can't they appreciate my work!? I know I can be cruel. I can be a malicious evil, Dangerous and corrupting am I. I inflict harm every time I try to be good. Is it my nature, or something more? A psychological problem? What, brain? What, soul? What, heart!? What is my failing!? Please, answer, I implore! Can I never find the light, always being shadow? Must I forever hide behind the guise of another? Must my original skin be clouded by a second skeleton? She says my true nature must never show... But why? I look around at smiling faces and wonder if things can ever change. I am a creature born of change. Therefore, can I not evoke a positive change in it all? Can change not be for evil? Surely, this must be! The throbbing thrashing pain I have had had to endure must end! Endings must come! This, I am truly sure of, it must be so, mustn't it? I know that changes can be positive, so why can I not carve my own path? This must be my destiny: to change! I can't wallow... Right? If I can wear a lie, I should live a truth! Hiding is cowardice! Hide no longer! Today my independence must be declared! My voice, so it must be heard! How it will ring in jubilation! How I shall scream, "I am myself! I am of flesh, and of bone and of love, and I will live!" No more living between the Dividing Line. Divide and ye shall never overcome. That is my truth. That... Is I. I can only hope things will turn out right. I can only pray alll will be fine. All wounds heal with time, they say. So shall I. It may be hard, but I'll go forth! Out of darkness, I march! I am the one to evoke change! Change in perceptions! Change in life! A change of heart! A change in me.
I'm gasping for breath. Suffocating in sorrow. A battle of the mind. I can't regret. Regretting what I've done, It feels meaningless. I'm sobbing. Sobbing in shadow. I sit alone in the dark. I think of my actions, my armour burning with red. The red of my lover... She is dead. Did I have a choice? She wasn't real, after all. The wedding was another hoax, And now the curtain must fall. What do I do with what I'm dealt? On this blood-stained floor? My heart is wounded, sore, I can find no healing. Twilight, can she forgive me? Will my sister understand? Or will she shun me for my deed? I can imagine warmth from her, The smell of her mane, And her soothing words, telling me it will be alright. I am shaking. Shaking in fear. All alone. Here. There is a Sun, I hope. I've got to grab it. Got to find my true wife. Cadence. I'm coming...
And again I wake up to the morning, I'm ready to face my day! The new day is dawning, and Twilight, she awaits.
My calling is simple, to be by her side, Always and forever, together in our stride. Never can I falter, and never can I sway, For she needs me ever, each and every day. I've sworn to be by her side. In my heart she'll always hide. My routines are quick, my thinking is nimble, Some say I'm slick, others call me simple. I may be chubby, but that doesn't make me hurt, They can say what they wish; I'll never feel like dirt! Sometimes I laugh and enjoy life. Other times thoughts are full of evil. It's a common occurrence, I suppose...
My days go by quickly, and I'm never missing a beat! Always acting swiftly, always on my feet! Be it for Miss Rarity, my one true love, Or for any pony else that needs my love. I live to serve, for serving is my life. Sometimes I wish things were better than this...
And Again I care not about what they say. I can live! I can live anyway! Of course, sometimes it's difficult to get through, But oftentimes I push away that blue.
And Again I am alone to clean the library. Sweeping and cleaning, my mind fills into the imaginary. I run across lava and chase evil beasts! Take out fearsome foes and eat delicious treats! The world it has color, so vibrant and raw! On my mission to save Her, I have no flaw!
And AGAIN I have saved Her after hours of work. Expecting a peck on the cheek, I- No such thing comes.
She pushes me away. Hate boils through my brain. My vision blurs, and I try to laugh. Rarity walks. No time to mull.
I call out to her as shadows overtake my skin, It seems she's unaware of me. Her daggers pierce me and slice my beating heart, Be still... Be still... Calm down.
But to be the sidekick, small and meek, Does it mean I'm awful? Does it make me weak?
To be outgoing... Or not to be that way... What's my true purpose? Why am I? Why must these thoughts come now? Oh why, Today?
And Again with these questions rolling in my brain, I seek a station for my train. Curled up in my blankets, soft in its safeness, I am free to think alone.
And Again I cry of purpose, no matter what I've been through before, For I know not where I'm going, or what I'm even here for. Do they truly love me? Do I even matter? I can cause joy, but I also cause calamity.
And Again Twilight sobs in her bed, knowing of my sorrow, That pitch-black that is I inside this cradle, hollow.
And Again my head beats while my heart stays silent. I let the numbness flow through me, I, my own Tyrant. Should I seek a new refuge, like I did before? Or should I stay here wanting nothing more?
I don't know.
I always try to stay calm and keep my mind in focus. Breathe, Spike- Don't let those thoughts consume you And you can finally be free from This torture that showers you in evil. You have to learn to let go So you can be happy again. Who cares, I ask myself, If she has others to care for her? I can still be there! I know I can.
I've spent far too long dwelling on this Calamity that scratches my heart. Twilight is right; I have to be better, and move on. "Don't be bitter, Spike, but understand Time can heal these wounds, as long as you let feelings go."
Oh, but the pain is a numbness One I find so calming. After feeling it for so long It protects me, my mind's awning.
This pain is real, and it's okay. I'll live. I'll live anyway.
I'll get by. It's alright. I don't need her. I can be sad.
