Heliophilia 2: Secrets Revealed -- Part 1 by D4ftP0ny, literature
Literature
Heliophilia 2: Secrets Revealed -- Part 1
“…and when I came back, I had these,” finished Twilight Sparkle with a flourish of her wings, the Princess extending her purple pinions for her two guests to see. “I couldn’t believe it at first, but after Princess Celestia showed up and pretty much told me that I wasn’t dreaming it finally sank in: I had become an alicorn, and was now a Princess of Equestria.” The alicorn smiled in a way that was simultaneously sheepish and proud, as if she loved telling the story but still felt a little embarrassed about how self-serving it sounded. “And that’s that – the whole s
It is okay to be getting your hair trimmed for the first time in eighteen months.
It is fine to let yourself inflate a sad story and then another,
like pink gum bubbles
In the direction of anyone who will listen.
You can now chew over the last year and a half of your life
from a distance, when you’re at the hairdressers,
after she notices the short patches by your sideburns with an inquisitive look.
You can hold back the tears with relative ease,
as if telling of someone else’s illness,
rolling the grief around in your mouth like a gobstopper
whist her acrylic nails gently graze the backs of your ears.
You can use an entire palm
cigarette smoke
and
alcohol
the fumes
embedding
in the wall
cocaine lines
in bathroom
stalls:
our generation,
we have it all
misguided teens,
with dying dreams
(poured down the drain
by languid veins)
the clinking of glasses
and racing hearts,
we cannot stop
what we did start
it's all an escape- a sick paradox:
we're running
from ourselves.
Life spoke to the void.
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate t
Death isn't a fresh perspective by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
Death isn't a fresh perspective
I saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
tic-tac,
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
myself
to swallow fifteen,
thinking it'd
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
of death
instead of mint.