LightThe strange power that only night possesses, Recalling without warning those minuteFleeting moments of magic that once sparked like stars,The winking pinpricks of light stitched across Those black curtains of time drawn down,A purposeful shade over the mind hiding the answersTo improbable questions I never should have whispered.Mysteries like shadows are amplified in the darknessWhere I watch secrets wafting upward, tendrils of phantom vinesIntertwined with mistakes reaching for the sanctified hopeOf ghosts drifting and disappearing like smoky memoriesSo lost in the gleam of daylight they seem to lingerOnly temporarily
Falling through the SheetsDark blankets settle heavily on my chestPressing, wrapping, engulfingMy body until I am bound.Anxiety cuffs my wrists in sheets;Sweat dots my brow;I grow increasingly uneasy.Shadows engulf my mind.My body is sinkingMy soul is flounderingInky shapes upon smoky air—It must just be my imaginationCreating swirling monsters of orange and green.But I'm falling falling falling!Plunging deep in to the abyss,I see the unknown unfold in black below.I'm gasping, suffocating, drowning,Trapped in clinging pitch,A sinister black lake.I hear the cracking, the creaking,The deep, heavy breathing.A hushed whisper br
SupernovaLife's essence seeps from her weeping heartWhile she stares lackadaisically at the ruby studded sky.The supernovas pulse with each aching heart beat,Exploding with passion before passing into eternal darkness.His love was a black hole,Taking her light, Sucking it in,Compressing it,Leaving her with nothing.Violet and indigo nebulae swirl like a nautilus shell,Expanding and compressing in a perfect spiral;Golden numbers glow and gleam from withinTracing the patterns of the pullulating earth.Oh to fly to the stars,To dream away the pain,The searing hurt,The gaping wounds,Which leave behind radiant scars.With e
No Truth in LiesI would've, could've, should've thoughtThat there could be no truth in lies.But blindly I followed your words,A poor young gullible girlFearful and green in the ways of the world.What was I supposed to do when your words,Spoken so sweetly and coyly,Echoed in my soul?In your scheming wisdom,You knew to speak with a voiceTo melt the heart and weaken inhibition.And when I woke with the rain drippingDown my worn and weary face,My arms embracing the emptiness,I realized that the wild filly of my soulHad been beat and broken,Unable to remember the feel of freedomThat had once been my whole life.
The Glass Unicorn, Ch. 1The winter sun peaked out from behind the heavy clouds and offered its light to the window, filling the dormitory room with the illusion of warmth and offering some relief from the ever-cold temperatures that permeated every building on campus. Still, Trista shivered and pulled her blankets up to her chin, burrowing deeper into the soft down mattress pad as the sun once again slid behind the clouds that threatened to release their avalanche of snow any second. On the other side of the room, Melissa groaned and shifted. Trista knew she would be waking up soon.Bracing herself for the cold she knew would hit her arm when she unwrapped it from
The Glass Unicorn, Intro.I always loved the way the glass captured the light, splashing an array of prisms across the wooden floor. Ever since I was a baby, I would stare, captivated, at the figurine for hours. In fact, it was the only reason I liked visiting my grandparents' house. The house somehow managed to be drafty and stuffy all at once, like an old attic clogged with cobwebs and ancient dust. My grandmother always kept the blinds drawn, explaining that light would fade the upholstery on her couch. But with the layers of dust, you could hardly make out the green and gold curls and spirals haphazardly stitched into the mud red background.I hated the darkness
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Also, Nice drawings of the Mane 6. hehe.