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Silverwings Ch. 4The stallion walked in with Velvet, closing his dark green wings. They folded neatly over his matching coat. The stallion stopped dead, his eyes landing on Grey. Closing her eyes briefly, she wished fervently she to be anywhere but there.
Unfortunately, she opened her eyes again, and the gaping stallion was still there. “Honey, who is this?” he asked, turning to Velvet.
“He’s Splash’s new friend,” she explained. “Grey Sky.” Grey got up from the table quickly.
“Hello,” she said, extending her hoof for the stallion to shake it. He shook it firmly, looking into her eyes searchingly.
“Mr. Stitch,” he said, introducing himself. Grey nodded, and Mr. Stitch s
SYOT- Ivy Avenue Reaping The bell clangs loudly, and I scoop up my bag. Rushing out of the door with the other students, I don’t talk. I never talk. I guess I’m the quiet kind.
With my brother, I’m anything but quiet. Lucas is the one other person I talk to regularly in front of. But as neither of them is available now, I stay silent. I rummage through my bag, making sure I haven’t lost my needle. It cost me three months’ worth of savings to get, and it’s the only way I make sure I don’t starve.
I file down the hallway and out of the school. My dress swishes comfortably around me. My left sleeve is torn, and I briefly consider patching it. I’ll have to look out for some other scraps today.
My feet have memorized the route to the after-school sewing shed. District 8 is full of these little places, for children to work at after school making smaller things. Clothes and d
What ifWhat if there was a way
To escape all your problems
Care about people every day
Have them care back
What if the price
Was just your life outside of you
You could just get sucked in
You would be invincible too
Who cares what they say?
Who cares what they think?
What it you could be confident,
And the price was only ink
What if it wasn't hard
To bury yourself away
Who cares what they think of you,
If you're closed off emotionally, anyway?
What if you could forget
At least for a little while
And the price would only be
Just a bit of your soul
Buried away inside of it
Right there where you can find it
It wouldn't be hard really,
No it wouldn't hurt, really
What if you could escape
Run away and not look back
What if the price was only
Opening up a book.
Shoot StraightSo here you go
Thrown into the deep end
Do your best,
Everything is riding on this,
But no pressure."
Here I am
Time to pick
What I've tried to avoid until now
What do you want to do with your life?
You only live once,
Live it well
What if my dream is just to stop
And disappoint everyone.
Silverwings Ch.3As she stepped in, Grey felt like she was walking into a whole new world. So this is what normal houses look like in Cloudsdale. The inside of the house was impeccably built out of marble, and fluffy furniture made of clouds was placed at regular intervals in the long, breezy hallway.
Photos were on the wall; there were many of them, but not jumbled. Instead, they were spaced out and perfectly aligned with one another, hanging exactly above the cloud shelves or drawers. Overall, the house looked empty and clean. Peering into the small, glass-framed pictures, Grey could make out the family.
First was Chestnut as a colt, both of his parents with a hoof each on his shoulders. The next frame held two baby ponies: a magenta-haired one with lemongrass yellow strands that was an adorable young Feather Splash, and the pale blue filly Grey was certain was
Silverwings Ch.2“What are you doing here?” asked Grey. Feather Splash had already jumped off of her and was inspecting her house.
“What’s that?” the filly asked.
“My computer,” Grey answered, watching Feather Splash bounce around. Feather Splash noticed a lone feather lying next to the machine.
“Do you type with your feathers, too?”
“Yes,” Grey said. “What brings you here, Feather Splash?”
“Oh, that. I wanted to show my sister your house!” the filly trotted over to the entrance again. “And you can just call me Splash.”
Silverwings Ch.1Silverwings by greysky3, a My Little Pony FiM FanFic.
Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony.
A loud banging noise woke up Grey Sky early that morning. She snapped her eyes open and wondered who could have gotten to her house. Rubbing her eyes, she clambered out of bed, almost tripping on her rug.
She picked her glasses up from her night table, and rushed downstairs. Blinking once, she saw the bell on the inside of her door was now swinging wildly. So they found the doorbell.
She opened the door and stepped out, nearly plunging down the thirty feet to the ground below. Who in Cloudsdale is this? Grey Sky wondered. It was a wide-eyed filly, holding a book and a quill. Her wings were beating fast, and Grey was impressed with her flying skills.
AgainI think it will happen again, I don't know why I looked it up
Melancholy once again, can I really survive another time?
Surely this time I will break, but maybe I'm already broken
Carefully, carefully, I picked up the pieces
Already I knew, I think I felt it
Repenting and feeling, though I may be wrong
Entirely certain that something was changing
Do I have to worry again and again?
Sans TitreJe me mets à écrire, c'est pas comme les histoires
Y a pas d'encre ni papier, tout est électronique
On entend comme la pluie, légers bruits du clavier
Comme la nuit, quand je n'arrive pas à dormir
Et ces vers qui m'étouffent et me sauvent en même temps
Et me font rêver aussi, quand je lis Corneille
Lui, par exemple, ses vers l'ont rendu célèbre
Et le doux bruit s'arrête quand je dois bien penser
À ces alexandrins qui animent la magie
Et des fois, quelques fois, en plein cours de français
Je lis un texte qui est trop beau pour être vrai
Ou comme Annie Ernaux, Ce Qu'ils Disent Ou Rien
Ses mots m'on semblé venir de ma propre bouche
En vrai je me trouve moche, j'ai envie de sortir
J'essaie de voir le futur et de réussir
Mais j'ai peur que en vrai je n'y arriverai pas
Et que mon avenir bientôt s'effondrera
Mais il y a une chose dont je suis bien certaine
Ça me fait
the truth about growing up
1. It's easier when you don't think.
1. It starts early,
on a cloudy day when you recall
the 'childhood memories' of
two summers ago,
that's when you start your backslide into
2. On the bright side
you won't notice this until you're
good and ripe in age,
so maybe it doesn't matter
3. That tightness in your chest?
The feeling that you're not ready
to take on the rest of your life; it
4. It stews in the pit of your stomach
makes you doubt,
but there will be days when you look back
on the mountains you climbed -
the raging rivers you crossed -
and you'll have a sneaking suspicion you were
more prepared than you thought.
5. There's nothing like your own bed.
6. Laundry will never smell right
without mom's sweat and tears.
But you still have to separate lights from darks,
keep the zippers pulled tight
and the buttons unhooked.
7. There is comfort in your parents' presence.
8. Things change
the future gnaws and rips
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
Stranger's funeralUnder the clouds
Under the rain
Staring at the coffin
At a stranger's funeral
We're all alone
Feeling the storm
But not the pain
For he's but a stranger
And the graves around us
Are just there
Keeping us company
During this empty moment
CarolineYou loved the fire
of rogues -
imperfect men who shot up
the endings of the day
and drank down
too much beauty.
And like one of them,
you bellied with rebellion,
felt his tense seed
toil where women
and craved his notoriety.
Poor girl -
his verses won the day
and the call of words
was too fickle a lover
for any constant star.
Don't blame yourself -
are more attractive
and all poets are
LullabyHush, my baby,
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
AliveA ray of hope shines during the
Long restless hours
I keep enduring the task of
Vanquishing the darkness with the
Energy from the depths of my soul
WishCardLet the rays of the sun
Bring happiness and light into your house,
Let the sun bring you lovely gifts.
Let your heart's music free,
Let your smile to light up your face.
I wish you happiness and joy.
things to tell you before i leave for collegeto mrs hatcher:
i promise that one day i will write that poem you asked me for
(the only thing you ever asked me for)
and i will finally tell you that you deserve
so much more.
to mr. walker:
i promise that i will not pity you.
i promise that i will not envy you.
i promise that you will always be part of my forget-me-nots and marigolds.
i promise to always be grateful.
i promise to be careful.
i promise to be crazy.
i promise that i will remember what it feels like to be needed
and what it feels like to let someone who needs you down.
i promise that i will never resent you for asking for help
and that i will always be there when you do.
i promise that even sixty years from now,
i will not be surprised to find a letter from you in my mailbox.
i promise to always remember what it felt like to be young and crazy with you,
how scared and lonely we were.
i will remember that we both survived it,
and that we'll survive this, too.
A DeskA laptop humming quietly
Its soft glow like purring
Pencils strewn around
Like by an invisible tidal wave
Bits an pieces of things
Feathers and paper clips
Swept away hastily
To make room in the middle
A cup full of pens
Perfume and scissors
Sharpies and scotch tape
A headband and a sharpener
A flashlight I never use
Pushpins and rubber bands
That I should put away
A lone hand sanitizer
A small red lamp
A bigger white one overhead
Charging to one side
Looking like they're sleeping
Lighting up once in a while
Books I'm reading
Books I wish I was reading
A cutout cardboard Eiffel tower
A valentine's day snow globe
Scented candles I don't know where to put
Underneath it all, a shiny red table
Still looking new
Under its shield of plastic tablecloth
With black and white cow splotches
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