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Dreams in the RainSleep, rain is falling
softly, slipping down through dreams
water for the mind...
and food for thought that
tantalizes the soul, hints
at things yet to be...
are paths not yet chosen and
the dreams not yet dreamt.
Directions of a WandererWhere ever the wind doth blow
lead me, take me,
I will go...
Right of left and Left of right
onward and upward,
into the night...
Conventions thou shalt leave behind thee
so doest thou dares'
HiddenI put my hand to the wall
and years of dust came off
when I took my hand away,
revealing the beauty within,
a sparkling jewel of color in a world of gray,
people hurrying on with their day,
their unending, forever flowing, list of things to do,
I stood apart from the flood of humanity
and reveled in the secret garden I had found,
where memories soared like so many beautiful
colorful winged creatures,
I opened the door and left the world
of never-ceasing schedules, of stagnant
gray pools, pretending to progress, but never
changing so much like clock-work,
I walked down the halls of my
secret garden, brushing free the
Your EyesWhat are you hiding
all locked up, but
showing through your eyes
What are you trying to say
without speaking, trying
to show me with those eyes
What do you see
so far away, yet closer than anyone
realized, internalized watching with soulful eyes
Whom are you trying to warn
cryptically speaking, mutely shrieking to run
luring with honeyed words only to be betrayed by...your eyes
The thiefIn darkness sleeping
girl, a predator is creeping
toward his prey, stirring
slightly, wrong time to move towards consciousness,
predator pauses and smiles alluring
even with his fangs, prey is weeping
knowing what comes next, one scream
before slipping into eternal dreams,
as roses fade leaving marble or snow,
the thief filled with his crimson treasure turns to go,
leaving behind a doll, once flesh and blood,
to be packed into a box and sent elsewhere.
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
Written by The Descendant
Ponyville City Hall Fixture
Sweet Apple Acres Farm and Marina
Dear Mayor Mare,
It was wit' no small amount of disappointment that we received yer' newest letter o' sympathy, madam mayor. While yer' elocution wa
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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