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Secret SantaBorn from a circus
And playful as a kitten
But caring as an angel
And even gentle too
We love all that you are
And will be here for you
Just as we know
You will be here for us
You are an amazing friend
One I wouldn't trade away
So here is hoping
You have a very merry Christmas!
Death is knockingDeath knocks at my door.
I pretend I'm not around,
Hoping he would leave.
But he's just the messenger
For the mourning yet to come
Death keeps on knocking.
There is no way to fool him.
He knows my place well.
No matter where I move to,
He never fails finding me
Death is still knocking.
I give in, open the door.
"It's been quite a while."
He's acting like an old friend
While he tells who died this time.
39. DreamI had a wonderful dream last night
And now I desperately fight
Not to forget anything of it
But I keep loosing bit by bit
I am digging in the desert's sand
try to catch water with my hand
But the more and the harder I try
The faster the water trickles away
With the water the dream does comply
And my memories slowly decay
Commission - Angel and Demon"Are you going to tell
the same story over and over again?"
I can hear you yell
Hear me out before you complain!
The story is eternal
Immortal and everlasting about
Two beings, one infernal
one divine, trust and doubt.
I am going to tell
An old story with new words again.
Once upon a time there
came an angel down to earth, so pure she was
Sent from above where
No lie was heard, there was no cause
For a word to be untrue.
For a single heart to host any greed.
About demons angels knew
They were a sinful breed.
To an unknown place there
Descended an angel, kind she was
But for reasons unknown
The angel found herself in a pri
IThere is a certain word
Overused, too often heard
It's so simple and small
Thinnest of the letters all
Yet it's meaning, what a contrast
The gab between them is so vast
They could not be any less alike
The speaker uses it to strike,
to be the center of everything
It's overused one may think
It's impossible to avoid its use
and also very hard to reduce
And it makes me wonder: "Why
is it so diffucult not to say 'I'?"
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods alone
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers
But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place
Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two
Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
Even Angels Need A Helping HandEvery human that will walk this earth
Has a purpose and has a worth
From birth to grave, from life to death
Until they breathe their very last breath
Their path is laid out before them
Some are destined to help others
To act as parents, sisters and brothers
To bring light into a vast sea of darkness
Working to the bone and never less
Others might be tasked to sit on the sidelines
Waiting and watching for tell-tale signs
Helping without face-to-face interaction
Discerning what help to give from other's actions
Then there are the Angels, the light givers
Their love all-encompassing like a grand river
It is their nature to help a
The Pride of WordsI am an author, a poet, a writer, and a story-teller
I have a dream to become a New York best-seller
But why is this work unrecognized by most
Why can we hardly ever make the winning post?
I shall tell you why - the populous won't take the time
To take in the meaning behind the rhyme
They choose instead to look at a pretty picture
Why should they waste time to read boring scripture?
It takes less than a heartbeat to look at an image
Pictures of angels or pirates and their pillage
Yes, it takes longer to read a poem or story
But within the words lie the truth of glory
Pretty pictures may be quick to look at
Sure, you can draw a ha
TodayToday the lion ate me
He swallowed me in whole
Today old demons found me
And claimed parts of my soul
Today, it was not my day
Today the lion bit me
I fought with all my strength
Today the demons got me
I disputed at length
Today was not my day
Today the lion ate me
To show me he's the king
Today the demons got me
Their poison injecting
Today wasn't my day
Today I left the lion
With a scar I have earned
Today I shed off demons
And gained a lesson learned
Today was my day
You've Changed...People they lie and cheat and change and hurt
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
No Clearer Than MudThere is so much pain, so much hurt
Too many of the good are treated like dirt
I try and try to help, to take some pain away
So many people will never see the new day
Humans are a terror to their own race
We spread our diseases all over the place
We kill our children, rape our women
And the guilty are punished only now and then
When was it that people were ashamed of their own kind?
When did we get to be so ignorant and blind?
To kill and rape and destroy our own blood
Is to say that the human race is no purer than mud
Those strong of heart and caring souls
To help those close begins to take its toll
Exhausted and worried to the
Two-FaceIf eyes were made to see, then I am blind.
If the mind was made to think, then mine lies dormant.
If the soul was meant to be intact, then mine is damaged beyond repair.
Who is this person I see in the mirror?
This hateful, spiteful creature that stares hungrily,
Feeding on fear and cynicism.
I try and try to ignore this part of me,
But that task gets harder with each passing second,
For it is impossible to run away from myself.
Who am I really?
The man I believe myself to be,
Or the beast that stands in the mirror?
We kill angelsWe take the kindness for granted when
We think that we deserve it but then
The angel we owe this to falls finally
We wonder aloud and we wonder why
And over the angel we broke we cry
Still we can't see we caused it initially
It's too easy to make angels fall
While wond'ring "Where are the angels all?"
It's so easy to push them over the edge
By demanding and taking it all, yet
We never give, never repay the debt
Tell me, what excuse do we have to allege?
Oh, leeches we are, vampires feeding
On angels' hearts, don't see they're needing
Kind words once in a while, arms to hold them, too
Why do we not tell them they are precious
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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