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Fortune DaysA crowd of people stop and turn towards a growing noise. Coming over the hill there is a group of people dressed in black with white featureless masks playing the drums.
Walking down the road they do not do anything besides walk and play. Some people stop and stare in awe while others hurry their children away. As the drummers reach an intersection they are met with other drummers all wearing the same mask and black clothes. Growing larger and larger until they become a small army. All perfectly in sync with one another. All heading in the same direction, the capital. Now the sound of the drums matches that of thunder, echoing off the sky scrapers and other buildings. When they reach the front of the capital building, all at once they stop. Never such an eerie silence has been heard. The guards nervous and the president in a state of disbelief.
Standing there, hundreds of anonymous people, one by one they start up again, the same tune as before. Slowly people start to gather, some wear
Project: Friendship (Unfourtunate reunion)
"Only the dead have seen the end of war."
Desert of Glass
Tuesday, 12:23 pm
A few years have passed since Cadaver joined the New Lunar Republic and there is now a full scale war between the Solar Empire and the New Lunar Republic. Along the way, Cadaver has witnessed war on the front lines. He has seen ponies die, and he has even killed. On this day he is part of a scouting party, searching ahead to make sure that it is clear for the rest of the forces in that area.
A blazing sun is beating down on an NLR scouting party in the Desert of Glass. Sand as far as the eye can see, reflecting the suns light making it seem like it has a light of its own. Crossing the same desert is a Solar Empire scouting party, trudging along in the heat. Neither side is aware of the other. And neither, are expecting what is about to happen.
"Hey lieutenant, are we almost there? We`ve been walking for hours," complained a light blue mare.
"Stop whining starlight," replied lieutenant Wallcroft, "Bes
Project: Friendship (Prolouge)
A heavy fog covers the surrounding area like a thick moist blanket, corpses are scattered across the ground. The outcome of a grim battle. In the fog there is a ruined castle, ponies bustling about picking up bodies and clearing rubble. There is a small group of ponies standing in the corner as to not get in the way of the clean up. Those seven ponies stand in silence, beaten and bruised from the fight against the deadites.
"So what`s going to happen now?" A brown pony with a metal leg asks; a tone of sadness in his voice.
"Were going home, and everything will be back to normal," A white pony replies.
"How can it, after this?" the brown pony asked, motioning with his head towards the aftermath.
"I don't know, but all of you will be going home soon," Said the white pony.
At that all the ponies looked up at the white pony, most had a look of relief in their eyes. But a black alicorn had sadness in his eyes. It seemed as if he didn't want to return to his world. The white pony with brown
Prolouge teaser/Story kick off."So what`s going to happen now?"
"Were going home, and everything will be back to normal."
Remember them please.Remember those who died over seas
Remember them please
They died with a name
But that we are unable to reclaim
They died with one
We brought back their gun
But not a name
So we give them fame
No one should be buried without a name
That is too great a shame
But we can`t help it
I`m sad to admit
So remember those who died over seas
Remember them please
Those who were buried without a name
And those we were unable to reclaim
Art tradeWith the tradition unbroken
Everypony will remain unspoken
For all ponies know on this day
Only the clown may have his way
So run and hide, fillies and colts
Shut the doors and tighten the bolts
The clown has come to play
And he is here all day
He has so much fun planned
Laughing so hard you wont be able to stand
Come now, hes waited all this while
Just to make you laugh and smile
So during this dark day
Why not come out and play
He has been to many towns
How come everpony is afraid of clowns
The Boy Who Wouldnt EatIf you can flutter
I have failed you,
for you were not forged
to be so insubstantial as that
You were writ
to be an epic fable
of endings ignored,
of outlasting your body
through the sheer will
of a writers starving heart
through a broken, bowed
but bravely abiding body
that fights the soul
to comprehend Beauty.
BeautyI'd rather wear flowers in my hair,
forming a delicate chain
Than diamonds around my neck,
covering my tender blue veins
For with every precious petal
and every lucent leaf
I'm a living lesson
teaching beauty can not be bought
But rather it grows and flourishes
with every living thought
To Be ThinYour eyelashes fall
on tablecloth cheekbones;
fine, white linen,
to an unsustainable point.
Your tears spill
and stain the cloth,
of grey, of grey,
spoiling that unattainable dream.
................written in a frenzy and run-on
and exclamation points
used in rapid succession
words all blurred
so bare bones it's bloody
strung out and on display
in a frightening combination
of paragraphs and stanzas
punctuation gone mad
ellipses my new black
used and abused
then spit out
in gratuitous repetition
there is no word count here
no hearts dotting the i's
just a string of letters
done up in cursive
but not very pretty at all
Fearing MeI'm not afraid to cry
and I do it
a lot more than you would guess.
It isn't always sadness,
I just feel like I need to,
feel everything so strongly
that it's the only way
to let go for a moment
because if I hold on for too long,
if my grip gets too tight
I'll break myself,
I will break you like glass
and we will both
I am a good guy
who hasn't yet found a way
to show it,
I am a good guy
who still identifies with the villains,
hides everything important
anything to throw you
off of my trail....
and I don't know why,
but I am trying.
Maybe I think
that if you could see me,
the real me,
you wouldn't want to look anymore,
want to be anywhere near me,
and the idea
that I can't add up
to be enough for you,
to be enough for me,
is so fucking heart breaking
I can hardly fathom it.
I can't say that it doesn't hurt
because it does,
it hurts a whole hell of a lot,
I've come to depend on pain,
to befriend misery
you're just a question marki met you so long ago
but back then our bodies were made of metal
and nowadays they’re made of the blades of
grass and dirt settling
underneath my fingernails.
my fingers are having a hard time
reaching the keys and
my organs are shaking mostly because i haven’t
eaten in two days but also
because i’m worried about the things you're doing to yourself.
we didn’t meet very long ago at all but it feels like forever ago
and you say you don’t know me
that you don’t know anyone
but baby you're turning into a skeleton and i’m peeling back my skin
to try and reach my bones, just like you.
i hope you're happy,
i’m covering the hard wood floors now
the bits and pieces splattered.
they are calling it a suicide but i’m calling it
a way to see my brain and
just how dark it has become, and honestly
i don’t want you to try and see about your’s.
i’m mourning the loss of my heart and wish you weren’t either -
Sound PoemIthrumden, ithrumden delsum
nith mul thruss elmrissull.
Eth rut mundelliss
Curmiette dessel renrin
irme trell ithrumden.
The partyFlashing lights
Smoke all around
About to pass out
My head starts to hurt
I can't take this anymore
So without saying anything
I find the exit
And escape that place
"How can someone have fun in there?"
Coming HomeComing down the ramp I spotted you in the crowd
Your tenderloin skin always stands out
Your aura was particularly bright that day
Whirling dervish colors in the pale sun
You wore a chauffeurs cap and held a sign that said “Anyone”
I knew that I wasn’t anyone, so I walked away
“Strange days,” someone said, and I agreed
I hate crowds and old garbled memories
Arriving home, my wife and cat didn’t recognize me
I looked in the mirror and noticed that I was someone else
Still carrying my old baggage, I turned away
I should have taken your limo
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