And In Theby RunicTreetopsChaptersAnd In TheSome DaysSmile5/7/5And She Felt(no subject)Ode to SomeoneAnd In TheMagic tends to clash with But there was nothing else she It made her feel loved. They knew she couldn’t But they still It was amusing. The magic was But life isn’t Moondancer had failed. It wasn’t the first But agony never does She walks on pins and needles. Never again would But she was used to Just another disappointment. A waterfall of But she wouldn’t show She still had her pride. Alone again in the But she thought she was getting She should have told someone. A sickness that But it’s all in her She can’t use it as an excuse. That’s what they But she isn’t so She’s better than that. Alone in her But still she will It reminds her that she’s alive. A glow from her But she wasn’t trying to Why now? Magic that shouldn’t But it’s right in front She’s doing it. They won’t believe But she also won’t And yet she feels at peace. Cosmic dust and But the wind carries The spell ends prematurely. A waterfall of But this time it’s She knows she’s succeeded. And in the But she doesn’t need She can love herself. Some DaysSome days, countless ideas assault my senses with tales, imagery, works of art, and symphonies of passion and thought. Some days, the ideas beg to be released. Some days, the ideas cannot be contained. Today is not some days. SmileMy cheeks hurt. My eyes water. My mouth is dry. From the smiling. My throat burns. My voice is strained. My chest is sore. From the laughing. My head is throbbing. My mind is clouded. My muscles ache. From last night. My smile hurts. My laughter is fake. My evenings are blurs. From forcing it. The crowd is singing. The crowd is moving. The crowd is happy. From my parties. Twilight is dancing. Rarity is giggling. Rainbow is rejoicing. From my efforts. Applejack is beaming. Fluttershy is twirling. And I don’t have to force it. From friends like these. Author's Note I'm sure this was unexpected coming from me. I wrote these poems purely for myself over the past couple of years whenever my life became turbulent. I never had any intention of publishing them until alaoel and SecondPrances encouraged me to reconsider. So, I gathered some of the pony-related ones, touched them up a bit, and gathered them here. As a result, a lot of these are more personal than my standard fare, and they're probably harder to follow as well. Still, I greatly appreciate each and every one of you that took the time to read this in spite of how different it is from my usual work. It really does mean a lot to me. 5/7/5Fading distant light The princess does her duty And poetry completely escapes me An oft tread format It’s what the audiences want, isn’t it? That’s what’s important. But I’m no good at sticking to syllable limits And natural words are hard I’m not a poet Isn’t it easier to just say what we want? The distant skies seen from Canterlot are breathtaking This isn’t enough They tell me I’m fine That my work is beautiful But couldn’t it be a whole lot MORE beautiful? I want to express how much I love this land I want everypony to hear my true thoughts But I’m a princess. I will keep working And the sun will rise again Following the rules. I do not want this Coloring between the lines I mean, I’m a princess. If a rule is outdated, I can just change it My focus is split How do my ponies do this? Their work is lovely. I suppose the rules work just fine for them And their poetry touches the hearts of many I am the problem. There’s just one more thing That I feel needs to be said: I don’t like haiku. And She FeltLuna thought about her life And she felt scared And she felt confused And she felt remorse And she felt minuscule And she felt worthless And she felt seen And she felt heard And she felt redeemed And she felt insufficient And she felt flippant And she felt jubilant And she felt conceited And she felt fake And she felt ashamed And she felt stifled And she felt stained And she felt determined And she felt tired And she felt intelligent And she felt proud And she felt ready And she felt humbled And she felt insecure And she felt invisible And she felt alone And she felt found And she felt supported And she felt betrayed And she felt furious And she felt envious And she felt cold And she felt powerful And she felt unstoppable And she felt shocked And she felt pain And she felt distant And she felt isolated And she felt unlovable And she felt nothing. (no subject)Dear recipient, If you are reading this, it means my work has been successful. An electronic mail system is now within Equestria’s grasp. Of course, you’re probably not reading this. It’s much too late for this technology to be of any use. There’s no one left to use it. Why do I toil? These walls kept me safe. They also keep me in. Why do I care? There’s nothing out there anyway. But something pushes me forward. Why do I innovate? My work is no longer work. What use is technology that nopony can use? It is no longer technology. These hooves once made machines. These hooves once made innovation. These hooves once made ponies happy. Now, these hooves make art. Ode to Someonewhen i was a filly i knew someone she was beautiful wise terrifying she spoke of the night of stars a world that could be better i hear her voice echo in my sleep i was young then timid naive silent i didnt know the word then regret with age comes experience she knew that too she warned of the danger the word you learn with time regret i am gray i cannot remember the mare who spoke of the moon her name her face only her voice remains if i can trust my memory what happened to her the mare who spoke of my dreams how did she know did she know that word again what color were her eyes where did we is it her voice i hear or mine a blur of images i made them up the mare who spoke of love is a blur of feelings regret did i know her did she know me what is a pony no one remembers i force my eyes open bid farewell to the stars curse my own dreams and relinquish my i dont know your name i cant remember your face my mind is long gone and my memory fades But I will not forget you.
And In TheMagic tends to clash with But there was nothing else she It made her feel loved. They knew she couldn’t But they still It was amusing. The magic was But life isn’t Moondancer had failed. It wasn’t the first But agony never does She walks on pins and needles. Never again would But she was used to Just another disappointment. A waterfall of But she wouldn’t show She still had her pride. Alone again in the But she thought she was getting She should have told someone. A sickness that But it’s all in her She can’t use it as an excuse. That’s what they But she isn’t so She’s better than that. Alone in her But still she will It reminds her that she’s alive. A glow from her But she wasn’t trying to Why now? Magic that shouldn’t But it’s right in front She’s doing it. They won’t believe But she also won’t And yet she feels at peace. Cosmic dust and But the wind carries The spell ends prematurely. A waterfall of But this time it’s She knows she’s succeeded. And in the But she doesn’t need She can love herself.
Some DaysSome days, countless ideas assault my senses with tales, imagery, works of art, and symphonies of passion and thought. Some days, the ideas beg to be released. Some days, the ideas cannot be contained. Today is not some days.
SmileMy cheeks hurt. My eyes water. My mouth is dry. From the smiling. My throat burns. My voice is strained. My chest is sore. From the laughing. My head is throbbing. My mind is clouded. My muscles ache. From last night. My smile hurts. My laughter is fake. My evenings are blurs. From forcing it. The crowd is singing. The crowd is moving. The crowd is happy. From my parties. Twilight is dancing. Rarity is giggling. Rainbow is rejoicing. From my efforts. Applejack is beaming. Fluttershy is twirling. And I don’t have to force it. From friends like these. Author's Note I'm sure this was unexpected coming from me. I wrote these poems purely for myself over the past couple of years whenever my life became turbulent. I never had any intention of publishing them until alaoel and SecondPrances encouraged me to reconsider. So, I gathered some of the pony-related ones, touched them up a bit, and gathered them here. As a result, a lot of these are more personal than my standard fare, and they're probably harder to follow as well. Still, I greatly appreciate each and every one of you that took the time to read this in spite of how different it is from my usual work. It really does mean a lot to me.
5/7/5Fading distant light The princess does her duty And poetry completely escapes me An oft tread format It’s what the audiences want, isn’t it? That’s what’s important. But I’m no good at sticking to syllable limits And natural words are hard I’m not a poet Isn’t it easier to just say what we want? The distant skies seen from Canterlot are breathtaking This isn’t enough They tell me I’m fine That my work is beautiful But couldn’t it be a whole lot MORE beautiful? I want to express how much I love this land I want everypony to hear my true thoughts But I’m a princess. I will keep working And the sun will rise again Following the rules. I do not want this Coloring between the lines I mean, I’m a princess. If a rule is outdated, I can just change it My focus is split How do my ponies do this? Their work is lovely. I suppose the rules work just fine for them And their poetry touches the hearts of many I am the problem. There’s just one more thing That I feel needs to be said: I don’t like haiku.
And She FeltLuna thought about her life And she felt scared And she felt confused And she felt remorse And she felt minuscule And she felt worthless And she felt seen And she felt heard And she felt redeemed And she felt insufficient And she felt flippant And she felt jubilant And she felt conceited And she felt fake And she felt ashamed And she felt stifled And she felt stained And she felt determined And she felt tired And she felt intelligent And she felt proud And she felt ready And she felt humbled And she felt insecure And she felt invisible And she felt alone And she felt found And she felt supported And she felt betrayed And she felt furious And she felt envious And she felt cold And she felt powerful And she felt unstoppable And she felt shocked And she felt pain And she felt distant And she felt isolated And she felt unlovable And she felt nothing.
(no subject)Dear recipient, If you are reading this, it means my work has been successful. An electronic mail system is now within Equestria’s grasp. Of course, you’re probably not reading this. It’s much too late for this technology to be of any use. There’s no one left to use it. Why do I toil? These walls kept me safe. They also keep me in. Why do I care? There’s nothing out there anyway. But something pushes me forward. Why do I innovate? My work is no longer work. What use is technology that nopony can use? It is no longer technology. These hooves once made machines. These hooves once made innovation. These hooves once made ponies happy. Now, these hooves make art.
Ode to Someonewhen i was a filly i knew someone she was beautiful wise terrifying she spoke of the night of stars a world that could be better i hear her voice echo in my sleep i was young then timid naive silent i didnt know the word then regret with age comes experience she knew that too she warned of the danger the word you learn with time regret i am gray i cannot remember the mare who spoke of the moon her name her face only her voice remains if i can trust my memory what happened to her the mare who spoke of my dreams how did she know did she know that word again what color were her eyes where did we is it her voice i hear or mine a blur of images i made them up the mare who spoke of love is a blur of feelings regret did i know her did she know me what is a pony no one remembers i force my eyes open bid farewell to the stars curse my own dreams and relinquish my i dont know your name i cant remember your face my mind is long gone and my memory fades But I will not forget you.
