In the Ending of ThingsI lied. I lied to someone who means the world to me. And I'm not going to say how I lied because I know you'll read this, and that would defeat the purpose of the lie all-together. Please be happy. That you find happiness is the greatest joy I could know.But there's a selfishness inside of me that's dying to know something I have no right to ask. I read the question I see passing into my view as it circles my head endlessly until I have no choice but to say it out loud: Will you still wear my ring? The one I got you when we talked about commitment and shared dreams?The broken voice beneath my lungs grumbles that I tell you not to. That you have no right.The voice bred of selfish fears demands I beg you to never take it off. At least, in that way, you have a solid reminder that I am truly real.We are still friends, no matter the 'ex'es, and I much rather this than have you disappear. And we only talk less now because you have more life to live, the knowledge of which brings me much
Next to YouI want to wake up next to youOne late Monday afternoonHolding you safely in my armsYour breathing deep and your body warmI want to wake up next to youSaturday morning, half past twoTo see you staring right at meKnowing you never got to sleepNothing makes this world seem realLike the joy you make me feelOne day our dreams will come trueI want to wake up next to you.
I Don't KnowI know the way you touched me.I know I did not cry.I know the things you must have saidby how they've shaped my life.I know I hate myself for you.I know I'm weak and scarred.I know I could turn into youand rip some child apart.I know I should forgive you.I know it weighs my heart.But I don't know that I ever canwithout knowing who you are.
Why I Bring Mirrors to Tea PartiesLove you. Love you so much.Miss you. Miss you kind of.Hate you, more than words say.Need you, see no escape.Falling into glass pipes filled with numbing smokeLaugh and chokeBreathing out the pain and all the memoriesEating meWonderland was supposed to be so wondrousNo bleeding noseGuess Alice never looked throughGlass like thisFeed me. Feed me right there.Kiss me. Kiss me dry air.Need me, every wet bit.Hate me, man, I'm loving this.Tripping over corpses in my withered handsNo grains of sandSift to track the footholds in the weathered cliffFail to gripThe politics of queens and knaves in checkered dressChop out the messAnd pierce the vein to rideMe back again
Goodnight, EarsA dark blue pony sat at his desk in the private study allotted to him at the Canterlot School for Gifted Unicorns and watched the moon climb to its peak. Having grown up in the semi-permanent shadows of Shearcago, Ears found he felt most comfortable finishing up his paperwork under the guidance of Princess Luna's blessing. Admittedly, being the only Earth pony on faculty was definitely a factor in his nocturnal habits, but not because he felt unwelcome. No, as the the Royally Appointed Counselor for Entry-level students, Ears was treated with more respect than he felt he deserved.On this particular night, as the candle-light reflected the blue highlights in his black mane and tail, Ears paid no heed to the incomplete forms littering his desk. His mind was otherwise occupied with the memory of the last student to visit his office. He had tried to shake her image from his thoughts, but they clung tight like so many bad habits.Leaning back on his haunches, Ears slipped his glasses down
Equestrian Mutation, PrologueThe Equestrian Mutation: ProloguePrincess Celestia, goddess and co-ruler of the land of Equestria, stood upon the mane court balcony as she set the sun upon its daily course. As gravity took over, the princess found herself weary to face her court duties. She knew, of course, that if she informed her little ponies of her desire to rest, they would understand and wish her a pleasant day off. Sighing, Celestia pulled out a smile and turned to take her throne and face her court. After all, her reasons for feeling so worn out were the exact same reasons she could not afford to rest. So many strange reports....Princess Celestia had been alive for a very long time and had seen many incredible things, but the reports flooding in now were laced with so much fear and malice that she was constantly reminded of the Full Moon Riots following the lunar banishment of Nightmare Moon. Much as was the case all those years ago, Celestia felt more fear for the lives of those being reported than of the
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