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Strengthi sip from the treasure trove of memory,
an endless expanse of deeds and moments past,
some of a comely nature and others a bitter solitude,
despite this i walk on,
the sweat forcing my shirt to me,
"it takes courage to grow up and become who you are",
this is my courage,
this is my strength,
to walk on beside the troubled past,
and live for a future where i can smile and laugh

My Top 5 Most Powerful MLP VillainsMy Top 5 Most Powerful MLP Villains

So here we all go! WARNING SOME HEAVY USE OF MY HEAD CANON.

5. The Timberwolves
Power Level: Moderate
Threat Level: Moderate-Severe
Defense: Very High
Offense: Low

Reason for being on the list: Indestructibility. A villain who can’t die from blunt force trauma is intimidating, that’s why iconic characters in horror movies work so well. Michael Myers, Freddy, and Jason are still in the top three scariest horror villains ever made in what ever order. This taps in the one if not the biggest of all fundamental fears “If I can’t kill it, what the hell would?” No, I don’t b

My $.25Gumballs sliding over unadulterated glass
Passing and chunk chunk
Sound of more weird wisdom
Chewing on marbles lost
It's not the color you want anyway
Chunk chunk on you try
Three, five, seven sugary slipshod
Past an unflappable metal gate
It's not the mind you'd cry to

The Muted Muse - For Kai RavenAn eloquent mute of fantastic geekery
Thriving in the burg until further seekery,
Vegetating an illuminance in exclusive secrecy,

Hair that glows,
Lips like bows,
Eyes are closed,
Questions posed~

Mute,
Cute,
Brute,
Sunny

Not
Hot
But
Funny

"Dull"
Makes
Nose
Runny

Skin like gold
Cold like snow
Know the "no"
No means no.

Voiceless pantomime of glamorous vitality
"Sudden words lead on to sudden fatality"
Musing to inspire forgotten morality,
Peace, love, hope and immortality.

Darkness, Death, Destruction...
"Nevermore."

blue, white, grey and ironyit's ironic when i realize
you
used to be the boy who brought
colour
to my life when i lived a life of blues, whites and greys.

and now you're the only man
who brings me so low that i drowndrowndrown
for hours/days/even weeks, and can't come back up.

is it just my mistakes?
or is there more to this low..?

it's you i see
in that crooked half-grin
on a stranger's face.

it's you i hear
in the lyrics of those songs
i listen to.

it's you i see
in the way that friend
swaggers.
or the way he acts.

i adore his personality,
because i see
you.

but you refuse to see me.

astonished and boundyou try to steal
all that i caught
and kept down inside

i was hurt
and underwater
sailing and sinking
at the edge of
the world

so don't come back
until you heal yourself
nothing else to be
said

we'll see it how
it turns out

shoving the feelings
is not the answer

there's a place
to find
and hide

oh no no no
you just want treason
oh no no no
you need to tease me

and there's no way out
of this maze
shadows and faces
that fade away

'Just Fun'Young girls; their heads are messed up.
Manipulated but you compensated
by getting dressed up.
You stare into the mirror
but you're never good enough?
Layers of cosmetics
but you still look rough?
A slave to fashion, you gave your passion
for a bit of popularity.
Feeling satisfaction?
Empty bottles are reality
releasing your 'insanity'
but you're sobering now
and you know of your fallacy.
Twelve to fifteen, nothing really changed.
Sacrificing femininity, potential down the drain...
As nasty as it sounds, you 'matured' into a wench
and while you carry on, girls like me pretend
that the world will be better in years to come.
But how will that h

escape from broken subway The escape from broken subway

march
and april flowers
left the kiddos on canal
and the cats under st. Clair
and grannys on the park benches
bent, twisted, and punk rock
rocking punk, and twisted, bent

how are they all getting home?

slamming back forties of
cheap beers and stuff like that.

shrooms
in the ears and tongues
of children who don’t know nothin
about wars and battles
but bus trips and
state standardized something-or-others

things I wonder about on
walks
in my dr

Delusions and IllusionsDelusions and illusions
Are our best friends,
The only things we can retain
When we're left to fend
For others, for ourselves
For the good of all we have
To save ourselves from the abyss
Which will one day drive us mad.

Perception and deception
Are mortal enemies
In the battle for survival
As only one can breed
To keep us safe in our bubbles
In which we've grown to live
So showing one the truth
Is an act one can't forgive.

And in a sense, no innocence
Can stand the test of time
Even though we are immune
For most of our selfish lives
For even though we don't accept it
The truth is always there
So discard, once more,

Conscience of ApathyKept you here
It's what you wanted
Asking for it
Without words
Only gave so much
That choice between
Conscience or now
The pleasure of pain
The malice of chaos
Interruption of boredom
We all have weakness
Mine was destruction
Melancholy masochism
Could you see it
Could you feel it in
My cold black heart
Overused metaphor
It resonates
Not an unusual surrender
Quite familiar
In my bed
Another embrace
Another who embraces another
And calls it home
A delightful trip
Away from ordinary
But a disorganized mess
With a lasting effect
On your thoughts

Reason(poem)Reason(poem)
By Ashley L. Gray
May 9, 2013

Bathing in the moonlight
Thinking of God's plan
I wouldn't have a purpose if He didn't take my hand
Seasons come and seasons change
There's nothing He can't rearrange to work together for my good
For His glory I'll submit
I'll be the puzzle piece that fits into all He has for me
Through the sunshine and the rain He will speak my name
Victoriously

ElementsIce will freeze the river
Lava will cool the shadows
Ghosts will ride the winds
Storm will duel with thunder

Who will win,nobody knows
There could be a tie, would it matter though?
Each a special element
Insisting to fight
When the dust clears would earth be all right?

Natural elements can turn bad rather quick
Would we make it out safe?
How would this effect the world
All the elements dueling?

Would a winner be found
Or would there be none?
The elements are equally powerful
That much is true
If this fight ever happend
How would it effect you?

Savinien's Soliloquy
What would you have me do?

Seek for the patronage of some great man,

And like a creeping vine on a tall tree

Crawl upward, where I cannot stand alone?

No thank you! Dedicate, as others do,

Poems to pawnbrokers? Be a buffoon

In the vile hope of teasing out a smile

On some cold face? No thank you! East a toad

For breakfast every morning? Make my knees

Callous, and cultivate a supple spine, ~

Wear out my belly groveling in the dust?

No thank you! Scratch the back of any swine

That roots up gold for me? Tickle the horns

Of Mammon with my left hand, while my right

Too proud to know his partners business,

Takes in the fee? No thank

The Greatest LieLife.
We live, we love,
we laugh, we cry.
And all the while,
it passes us by.

Robots living,
in a plastic bubble.
we fear the void
and any sort of trouble.

We fear to fail,
but we fail at life.
See, to live is not all good,
most of it's a strife.

But that's the beauty of it,
see?
What it takes to be you,
and me.

Individuals
not some Illuminati clone
branded by society,
with nothing of our own

Taste fear,
feel regret.
Fill your life with things,
you shall never forget.

For this is the time,
it's but a strife.
This great lie we 'live',
this lie we call,
Life.

Ghalibham wahan hain jahan se hamko bhi
kuch hamaree Khabar nahin ati
age atee thee haal-e-dil pe hansee
ab kisee baat par naheen aatee
maut ka ek din mu'ayyan hai
neend kyon raat bhar naheen aatee ?"

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Close Your EyesYou smile, like you've always done.
On top of the world
As if this is just another race to run.
You're crazily in love,
But with what I'm not so sure,
Whether it be the glory or the money
The pride or the fight,
I just wish you'd give it all up,
Give me a year to remember
Why it is I'll never give up on you.
Give me a year to remember
Why I always tried not to hate December…
For you.

Close your eyes,
It kills me to look inside them.
Keep breathing,
Because I don't know what I'd do if you didn't.
Keep your eyes tightly shut;
I can't look into them.
Because I'm afraid to see…
You walking away from me.

You'll lie about it ti

BittersweetBittersweet. As my mind plays tricks
Slowly unwinding the best parts of me,
Entrancing my mind, leaving me open.
Open to the shallowness of the water
I've so carefully breached in the moonlight.

Bittersweet. Like a babies first steps
Followed by the inevitable tumble,
As their little legs learn the pain
Of the weight of the world on their shoulders,
Making them as unsteady
As they make our decisions hard.

Bittersweet. Like the moment we met
And the moments we've shared
In the time we've lost and gained,
With nothing to show for everything we gave
To the cause of finding ourselves.

Bittersweet. In the silence, like it all bega

Rainbows and ButterfliesYou said,
"Don't worry it'll be ok."
You said,
"No matter what, you can trust me."
You lied
And like a simpleton she believed it.
This naivety doesn't look so good on her.

It's all rainbows and butterflies,
Another broken heart in disguise.
A smile so pure and bright, that you
Wouldn't know what it is she fights.

She lies,
Kiddy-corner on a couch
Wondering,
What it would take to cry her eyes out.
She's numbing
The emotions for relief
But no matter what you do,
She feels you.

It's all rainbows and butterflies,
Another broken heart in disguise.
A smile so pure and bright, that you
Wouldn't know what it is she fights.
And

What Simplicity Lacks in......Vague descriptors steal my mind secluding the bigger picture into the smallest of golden frames as I pour my heart out to a page that will never appreciated the words it is so desperately given.

Each picture a sheltered view of a society, condemned by the powers that are released and the simplicities of the minds that form it through their seductive grasps.

Every word placed with delicacy, creating captions that instill the least excitement yet the most pleasure for a heart in need of finding the solace it has seeked for so long.

An emotion described through its pure simplicity that is formed by the carnage only something so devious could

Unraveling the Hands of TimeWisps of smoke dance across the sky
Blocking out the coming sun.
The rays die like sunset to moonlight
Their light-years race been run.

The lanterns unlit swing slightly,
As the shadows don't dare cast.
Because even that would be
A brand new light into the darkness.

A man sits at his desk,
His hands in his hair
As he ponders the question why,
His eyes alight with fear.

He stares through the darkness
Not seeing but know it's there.
A clock in need of fixing
But to touch it he could not bare.

He reached with unsteady hands
For the match on which to light
The lanterns swinging slightly above
As he cast outwards the night.

Sh

Welcome Home--------SalvationI'm not looking for attention
Another pity vote redemption
To put me on top again.
I need a taste of disruption
A moment of desperation
To compensate for my lack of heart.
I won't die for your implication
Or the satisfaction of seeing you,
But I'd die for your salvation
Because in saving you,
I save myself.

I'm not looking for a sensation
Worth saving my still heart,
Not dying for the salvation
You've promised me in being apart.
I won't stop creation
As I dream myself back together.
Can't stand another day of separation
With a compact nation at it's heart.

I'm not holding onto a hope
That will bring me back to life,
Emo

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Standing by the Situation

by ~Xakward--silenceX, Oct 19, 2006, 2:06:16 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

I opened my eyes,
But I missed so much that I needed to see,
I closed my mouth when I should have kept it open,
I had so much to say.

I stood still,
As every nerve in me screamed for me to move,
I ignored every instinct,
Even though they were the only things I had to follow.

I did nothing,
When there was so much I could have done,
But I stay silent still,
Because not every secret is meant to be told.

Standing by the Situationby ~Xakward--silenceX

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Urban & Spoken Word

Today I got to attend a young women's workshop supporting 'A Week Without Violence'. I suprised myself and really enjoyed it. The speakers were amazing and the stories so powerful they almost (or did) bring tears to your eyes. One of the things they talked a lot about was how many people just stand by and watch violence, hate, racism, and so much more go on. In one of the speakers stories she told us that she had been upducted from the parking lot of the Credit Union (a bank) and that there had been people around. No one thought to even write down a liscence plate, or to call the police. She was screaming, fighting, the man even had a knife to her throat, but no one took the time. That took the breath out of my lungs to think that people could have that much disregard for another persons saftey.

But it got me thinking, so you got a really sucky poem! I hope you enjoyed it. And do me a favour, DON'T be the one who stands by. <3

~Tusaecia Oct 26, 2006

Gorgeous in every way. Can't say more, it stole my words.

~Xakward--silenceX Oct 26, 2006

Thank-you for the beautiful comment.

~lady-mon Oct 21, 2006

'I opened my eyes,
But I missed so much that I needed to see...'

love this two lines! because every morning...every single day..i close and then open after a while my eyes..and hope..oh yes i hope.. for 'it' to be there...

great poem..i really like it..

~Xakward--silenceX Oct 21, 2006

Thank-you, I'm glad that's so.

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