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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
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
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