Lost now Found

Alone.

All I've ever been

and known before.

Never have I had

the caress of another.

It grows late in

the day of my youth

night is upon me

yet

Love

in puppies eyes

was never mine

Never once

had I been

considered

I stand out

Alone

and afraid

I've had my

feelings for those

who do

not see what

I see clearly

it stays behind

the mist

of my own hopes

I long

for the

Feeling

Warmth

the Embrace of another

to know

that I am

not Alone

So desperate

I am

for this

Feeling

so fleeting and

painful to achieve

Frustration

as I

was never

Considered

not once by any

who might have given me the

Feeling

that I so long for

I feel

Incomplete

Unneeded

Forgotten

Useless

a terrible longing in my chest

My heart speaks out

in need of comfort

that I

cannot

give to it myself

I feel

Alone.

Rainbow Dash sat at her desk as she scribbled the lines carefully. She poured her heart and soul into the poem, not leaving one bit of her feeling out of it. She thought of her writing like a bottle, a container that could wrap up her emotion and let her toss it away. She sighed as she folded up the paper and stacked it in a drawer with countless other pages of work that would never be seen or realized by others. She was tired and her eyes sat heavily only half open to the world around her. It was a few hours after sundown, and the moon had only risen a few inches off the horizon. She got up from her desk and walked over to her bed sitting down on it and checking the time.

"Only 11:20, I still have some time." she said aloud to herself. Living alone made her do this out of habit. Without the sound of her own voice, her house would remain utterly silent except for the occasional snort from her turtle. She strapped on her boots, threw on her coat and grabbed her shoulder bag. She guzzled an energy drink and popped a few speed pills before she raced out her door. She kept running to the end of her misty walkway and then took a swan dive over the edge.

She closed her eyes as she fell, the feeling of the wind whipping through her hair was always exhilarating and never ceased to leave her in a happy mood. She accelerated her free fall and plummeted faster and faster towards the blue-green marble below. At around five hundred feet she snapped her wings open and curved her fall to be in parallel with the earth. She opened her eyes as she landed and ran a few steps as she touched down. She assumed a casual walk as she made her way to a building a few blocks down that vibrated occasionally with bass hits, drops, and wobbles.

"Fuck Yea! Toss me another" Dash screamed above the pulsating Dubstep and insane crowd. A small circle had formed around dash as she stood on top of the bar showing off her drinking skills. A new brewery had opened recently, and was offering some incredibly strong whiskey that was claimed to be 120 proof. A person at the bar tossed her another bottle and the crowd around her cheered her on as she popped the cap off and unsteadily chugged the bottle.

Dash's insides were liquid fire but she continued anyway. She was basking in the attention and was never one to upset a crowd. She tried to keep as steady as possible as she tossed her head up to drain her sixth bottle but suddenly she found the only puddle on the counter and slipped off of it, falling onto the chairs beside it and nearly taking out a passed out man at the bar.

"shit" she muttered to herself as she felt her ribs sear in pain. She was drunk and knew that it was going to hurt a lot more on the morrow. The crowd was concerned at first but began to laugh as Dash tried to make her way back to her feet. She grabbed her side with one hand and used the hand with the bottle to pull herself up to the counter. She grimaced but then smiled for the crowd and, leaning on the counter for support, finished the bottle of whiskey.

The crowd threw a few woots but quickly dispersed as Dash failed to fully recover from her faux pas. As they left, the grimace returned to her face and she pulled herself onto a chair so she could sit down. Dash felt as if there was someone still watching her but when she looked around the feeling vanished. The man at the bar was slowly recreating the great lakes with his drool, so Dash scooted over a seat to avoid him. She put her head down on the bar and let it throb for a few moments before she pulled herself back up and, with a little less jubilant expression then she'd had before, asked the bar tender for a shot glass and a bottle.

She leaned her head on one hand and drank with the other, thinking about all the other nights she'd spent like this. Being drunk at a club was no where near as fun as it had once seemed. She drank a few more glasses before her boredom overcame her. She pulled a few bits out of her pocket and left them on the counter as she got up with the bottle and headed into the crowd of people.

She cheered and bounced one hundred and forty times a minute with the music and, when it dropped she began to dance in a fluid yet mechanic movement. Her arms rolled with the snares and came to rest in odd positions,  and she lifted a foot and advanced it with a wobble. Her hips held back until a bass drum was hit at which point she pushed onto the advanced foot and fell towards the floor. She was incredible, she'd had enough practice to actually be able to dance correctly to the electronic explosions around her. The crowd took notice and formed a circle around her while a few on the edges began to mimic her.

As she danced a person entered beside her and tried his style of dancing....if it could be called that. The gentleman was quickly removed by the crowd as Dash incorporated a flying backflip into her progression. The DJ took notice and looped the drop at intervals that coincided with Dash's movements.

Dash kept on dancing, bottle in hand as the crowd cheered her on. She always knew how to be the center of attention and she craved it. She began to sweat as she continued but kept pushing to keep the crowd going. Finally, the DJ noticed her fatigue and ended the song to show some mercy on the rainbow haired chick. Dash was breathing heavily and she walked towards the edge of the crowd to catch her breath and take another swig of her bottle. As she left the crowd she felt the same feeling of being watched, but dismissed it after scrutinizing some more.

It was never enough, being here and begging for attention. She did it out of a hole that she felt, but to this day she had not been able to fill it. Dash leaned against a wall and took a deep swig only to nearly choke as a bouncy voice sounded in front of her.

"Hey you! I didn't see you come in, I just noticed you being an adorable little attention whore over there" said the pink colored girl in front of her gesturing back towards the crowd. "I thought I'd come over and say hi and make sure you didn't give yourself alcohol poisoning." She took the bottle from Dash and guzzled some herself. She laughed a bit at Dash's confused look. Pinkie was never this judgmental. "I'm just kidding," she said as she handed back the bottle, "I needed an excuse to have an escape from the asshole in red over there" she pointed to a guy wearing a red polo who was dancing dangerously close to another woman.

"He's definitely a keeper." Dash said as she went in for another swig. "what happened to the guy last week?" she asked inquisitively. It wasn't odd for Pinkie to change who she was dating on a regular basis but the last guy seemed to have only lasted a single week.

"I sent him home early from our little adventure at my place." Pinkie said with an annoyed look on her face. "He wasn't exactly up to par."

Dash chuckled a bit and went back to her drink. She had wished she hadn't asked about the subject because it left her fuming. She didn't understand how a person could leave someone else just over being displeased in bed the first go around. Dash had never had a real date and she would kill for one night alone with almost anyone.

Pinkie's sixth sense noticed that the conversation had gone sour. "Well, I'm headed back to my date. I feel a bitch slap coming on. I guess I'll see you around" she said with a small wave. She turned around and skipped back into the crowd in her bubbly way and once she made it back to her date, she reeled back like a pitcher and slugged the guy so hard he fell on the floor.

Dash checked her watch and confirmed that it was time to head out. She had work tomorrow and couldn't be late for the early morning misting the town was supposed to get.

She headed out of the bar feeling a strange presence seem to get up and follow her. As she started to walk back towards her house someone suddenly grabbed her from behind. She had practiced for this situation and whoever grabbed her was about to find that out. She turned herself out of the person's grasp and grabbed the offending arm. She twisted the arm and pulled it up to wrap around the offender's back and she reached for the knife in her bag.

"Holy mother of Celestia. Dash quit!" the familiar voice of Soarin came out from the panicked guy in front of her as he raised his other hand to show he meant her no harm. She let him go and took a step back, embarrassed now that she realized who it was.

"Shit, sorry Soarin. You ok?" Dash asked in an apologetic tone. Soarin rubbed his wrist a bit and let it go as he turned to face Dash.

"I'm fine, but wow. Even drunk you don't forget your training." Soarin said. She took training from some martial arts instructors at the academy and he had apparently taken notice. Dash blushed a little and opened her mouth to reply but was cut short by Soarin. "At least you remember better than I do, hey, I was just thinking...I'm headed home and I noticed you didn't seem to be with anyone tonight. You wanna come with?" He asked this hurriedly as if he was a little nervous. Dash couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had never been asked on a date before let alone back to a guys house. The fact that she had crushed on Soarin countless times before didn't help her numbed mouth. Soarin looked at her expectantly and after she didn't answer for a moment he started to look more and more nervous.

"Yea sure. Sounds great!" Dash managed to get her mouth to produce these words by some mystical force from within her. Soarin smiled and let out his arm to put over her shoulders as they walked. Soarin seemed to be glowing from how easily he'd gotten Dash to go home with him, but she didn't care. She was still a virgin for Luna's sake. She was just happy that someone had finally considered her as date-worthy material, or something of the like.

Dash leaned into Soarin as they headed for his place, content and happy for a change.