I swear, ya'll looking at me like I just went up from the water
I'm gonna impregnate your women and do the Encantado
This scene here screams for a disaster, dont worry here comes Mothman
Im gonna sink all your damn ships like I'm the Kraken
And for this this all, I dont even need the full moon
Cause I'mma just swap back and forth like I'm a Loup Garou
You think of touching me, oh, you better run and squirm
Cause every touch of me is deadly, Mongolian Death Worm
Soo you're saying I'm a goatsucker? Oh how absurd
You wouldnt notice a Chupacabra when you'd see it, germs
Imma ride with my friends, admiring Luna
Cause I'm bound to go ape-nuts, Chuc
Look, I'll be going through my hometown, walking on my two feet
Walking to the grocery store, I need 900 grams of beef
I pay at the checkout, nothin special happened to me
I walk back to my apartement, on my way I'm crossing two streets
I popped in my keys, locks open
While I walk in, I notice that my clock is broken
I throw my jacket on the couch as I go north
Radio on the side, playing beats from Scott Storch
My god, can't the radio stop
I have had a bad day
Got headaches on stock
I turn the radio off before my braincells pop
I'm only 23, I'm a very sad me
Look at me, I'm a mess, I'm helpless all day
I'm a deviant, nobody ever crosses my wa
You know, I don't get it. I have been given this flower to look after and to make it bloom.. I did the usual stuff. I searched for a sunny place, I watered it periodically. Everything a person does to make a flower feel good. After three weeks, however, I noticed that the flower didn't bloom. I was wondering and thinking. Did I do something wrong? Sooo, I set out for flower-specialists. They should be able to help me, right? They told me all these weird things to get the flower to bloom. I should play music, read it poetry, give it a special mix of nutritions. And I did. I did everything. I spent hours playing the flower just the finest of cl
Found a flower in the desert
But it wasn't fully grown
So I set out on my mission
To make this special thing my own
Gave her water, gave her shadow
Gave her everything she wanted
And awaited the day she'd bloom
Stayed every day until the sun set
Flower of the east
The beauty and the beast
Promised to be there always
That I would never leave
After some time it finally happened
I could watch the flower bloom
My expectations were exceeded
She was as beautiful as the moon
Still gave here everything she needed
Happy about the beauty I found
But I never ever dared
To lift her up from off her ground
Flower of the east
The beauty and the beast
P
To the buds that grew
To the sky that's blue
And the birds that came
To sing for us anew
To the sun burning hot
On the woody log
With no cloud in sight
Said it'd be alright
To the leaves falling down
On the lowest ground
Turned my head around
But left without a sound
To the white from the sky
But it didn't feel high
Fell to the earth
But I wasn't heard
Again and again
Where has my mind been?
Snapped out of focus
Until it begins
Listen
It's time for a brand new invention
I got no time for buildin it and no time for testin
I will kick you all over with my lyrical skills
Although my lyrical skills are in no way ill
But I try to make sense and try to stay on topic
Except on a spit-track, there's no way to stop it
My madness takes over my mouth sometimes
And then I start to shout some weird crazy rhymes
My insanity's my strength that I won't let go
At some point it told me to grow myself a fro
But i'm not able to do that 'cause my hair's too straight
And with one i would look extremely stupid in this game
This beat is as dark as my soul
But in my world it's
Normal?
NORMAL?
What is normal?
A word, yes, in its basics.
But a terrible machine in its core.
Isn't it joyful how you can,
say,
Label someone just by naming him abnormal"?
What has been normal in the past isn't normal now.
This is good.
Change is good.
Change is bad.
With every positive point you get a new negative.
Endless spiral of negativities,
Although change occurs.
Why?
Why can't change be accepted?
Why do people call other people names for liking different music?
I'm depressed.
This isn't gonna work, is it?
I won't give up my hope, but it's slowly fading away.
Accept people for what they are.
Accept other
Long Nights. Ryan was familiar with these. Born an insomniac he only could keep himself afloat with the little bursts of sleep that came during the day. During the nighttime he tried to make the time vanish faster by staring out of his little apartement window. Flashing lights and fast cars were his companions during these hours, coupled with the party people scampering through the street, searching for the nearest club like a junkie was searching for his fix.
Ryan couldn't understand these people. He never had been one of the very happy and party-loving people. He more or less fulfilled the cliche of the person that thinks too much. Leaning
Do you know that feeling of being watched? That someone is always behind you? That eyes are fixed on you but you can't tell where they come from?That people seem to disappear just as you look at them? Faded pictures in the mirror?
Probably yes. We all have been there before. Wether it may be after watching a scary movie, playing a scary game, reading about conspiracies or playing AR games. Other people have these feelings steadily. But one can't help but to ask himself: What if all this really happened? Am I crazy? Would someone believe me? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy?"
What would you say if this happened to you? I
I swear, ya'll looking at me like I just went up from the water
I'm gonna impregnate your women and do the Encantado
This scene here screams for a disaster, dont worry here comes Mothman
Im gonna sink all your damn ships like I'm the Kraken
And for this this all, I dont even need the full moon
Cause I'mma just swap back and forth like I'm a Loup Garou
You think of touching me, oh, you better run and squirm
Cause every touch of me is deadly, Mongolian Death Worm
Soo you're saying I'm a goatsucker? Oh how absurd
You wouldnt notice a Chupacabra when you'd see it, germs
Imma ride with my friends, admiring Luna
Cause I'm bound to go ape-nuts, Chuc
Look, I'll be going through my hometown, walking on my two feet
Walking to the grocery store, I need 900 grams of beef
I pay at the checkout, nothin special happened to me
I walk back to my apartement, on my way I'm crossing two streets
I popped in my keys, locks open
While I walk in, I notice that my clock is broken
I throw my jacket on the couch as I go north
Radio on the side, playing beats from Scott Storch
My god, can't the radio stop
I have had a bad day
Got headaches on stock
I turn the radio off before my braincells pop
I'm only 23, I'm a very sad me
Look at me, I'm a mess, I'm helpless all day
I'm a deviant, nobody ever crosses my wa
You know, I don't get it. I have been given this flower to look after and to make it bloom.. I did the usual stuff. I searched for a sunny place, I watered it periodically. Everything a person does to make a flower feel good. After three weeks, however, I noticed that the flower didn't bloom. I was wondering and thinking. Did I do something wrong? Sooo, I set out for flower-specialists. They should be able to help me, right? They told me all these weird things to get the flower to bloom. I should play music, read it poetry, give it a special mix of nutritions. And I did. I did everything. I spent hours playing the flower just the finest of cl
Found a flower in the desert
But it wasn't fully grown
So I set out on my mission
To make this special thing my own
Gave her water, gave her shadow
Gave her everything she wanted
And awaited the day she'd bloom
Stayed every day until the sun set
Flower of the east
The beauty and the beast
Promised to be there always
That I would never leave
After some time it finally happened
I could watch the flower bloom
My expectations were exceeded
She was as beautiful as the moon
Still gave here everything she needed
Happy about the beauty I found
But I never ever dared
To lift her up from off her ground
Flower of the east
The beauty and the beast
P
To the buds that grew
To the sky that's blue
And the birds that came
To sing for us anew
To the sun burning hot
On the woody log
With no cloud in sight
Said it'd be alright
To the leaves falling down
On the lowest ground
Turned my head around
But left without a sound
To the white from the sky
But it didn't feel high
Fell to the earth
But I wasn't heard
Again and again
Where has my mind been?
Snapped out of focus
Until it begins
Listen
It's time for a brand new invention
I got no time for buildin it and no time for testin
I will kick you all over with my lyrical skills
Although my lyrical skills are in no way ill
But I try to make sense and try to stay on topic
Except on a spit-track, there's no way to stop it
My madness takes over my mouth sometimes
And then I start to shout some weird crazy rhymes
My insanity's my strength that I won't let go
At some point it told me to grow myself a fro
But i'm not able to do that 'cause my hair's too straight
And with one i would look extremely stupid in this game
This beat is as dark as my soul
But in my world it's
Normal?
NORMAL?
What is normal?
A word, yes, in its basics.
But a terrible machine in its core.
Isn't it joyful how you can,
say,
Label someone just by naming him abnormal"?
What has been normal in the past isn't normal now.
This is good.
Change is good.
Change is bad.
With every positive point you get a new negative.
Endless spiral of negativities,
Although change occurs.
Why?
Why can't change be accepted?
Why do people call other people names for liking different music?
I'm depressed.
This isn't gonna work, is it?
I won't give up my hope, but it's slowly fading away.
Accept people for what they are.
Accept other
Long Nights. Ryan was familiar with these. Born an insomniac he only could keep himself afloat with the little bursts of sleep that came during the day. During the nighttime he tried to make the time vanish faster by staring out of his little apartement window. Flashing lights and fast cars were his companions during these hours, coupled with the party people scampering through the street, searching for the nearest club like a junkie was searching for his fix.
Ryan couldn't understand these people. He never had been one of the very happy and party-loving people. He more or less fulfilled the cliche of the person that thinks too much. Leaning
Do you know that feeling of being watched? That someone is always behind you? That eyes are fixed on you but you can't tell where they come from?That people seem to disappear just as you look at them? Faded pictures in the mirror?
Probably yes. We all have been there before. Wether it may be after watching a scary movie, playing a scary game, reading about conspiracies or playing AR games. Other people have these feelings steadily. But one can't help but to ask himself: What if all this really happened? Am I crazy? Would someone believe me? Is this the real life or is this just fantasy?"
What would you say if this happened to you? I
This is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
and rhyme
and meter
and emotions
and love
and hope
and fear.
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to
You are living
So they say
But you can't breathe
Until you get the "okay"
Under all control
Starving for freedom
You try to cheat
But fail and become incomplete
There you are ridden with a sting of defeat
I can't see you living if you are not loving
It's quite troubling
And I can't see you breathing if you are not moving
If you need help just ask
This is more than just a one man task
You strive to be free
And demand they all agree
One can not carry such a burden alone
Unless you enjoy being a continuous drone
Remain strong
As it may go on
Remember your worth
You're the only you on this earth
There's no reason to argue
You have a purpos
Fluttershy was sleeping soundly unaware that she was being watched. It had only been a week since her accident that resulted in her accidentally confessing her feelings to Pinkie while she stood outside Fluttershy's bedroom door. As the first rays of sunlight shone through her window waking her, she stretched and smiled warmly as, for the last seven days, her first sight was the same as when those bandages were removed. On her nightstand was a picture frame, and inside it was the note Pinkie Pie had written telling her that she loved her as well. With a smile on her still sleepy face, "I love you, Pinkie." A small squeak escaped her with wha
Trials and Tribulations Part 1 by PatRoison, literature
Literature
Trials and Tribulations Part 1
Fluttershy was coming back from her anesthesia induced sleep and groaned softly, "Applejack." Slowly opening her eyes she smiled at the sight of Rainbow Dash asleep on a nearby chair. 'She's still here. How long has she been sleeping?' She looked around her room and noticed that it was dark out.
She tried to move but found her left foreleg strapped to the bed.
"For your protection and to keep you from leaving early," a familiar voice spoke.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Detective Smoke was sitting to Fluttershy's left and moved closer, "You have been drifting in and out of consciousness for the pas
"Um, is it ready?" Fluttershy was pacing anxiously around Rarity's sewing room eagerly waiting her surprise for Rainbow Dash to be finished.
The white unicorn could only laugh, "Almost finished. You still have yet to tell me why you need such a gaudy thing."
Fluttershy looked down slightly embarrassed, "well, my cheering is too weak, so I thought if Rainbow Dash could see how much I support her it would make up for it."
"Well, given the thought you put into this, I'm certain she will appreciate it." Rarity continued to sew and then after a few minutes, "there, it is finally finished."
"Yay," Fluttershy hugged Rarity, "thank you very
I just realised you might be too white for a brigadeiro, so I drew you one (that looks like a cupcake) with the colours of my OTP. And our favourite colours. I'm an artist. Except no. And I'm bored. So yeah. deviantART muro drawing