Gentian's Lexical Tomfoolery
#51
Why?

One night I dreamed of Twilight,
her hooves were in my hands.
A gift dropped into my sight,
in glowing purple bands.

Then the dream began to end,
as these words she did give:
“Will you please be my colt friend?”
Why should I even live?

One day I dreamed of Twilight,
with me under a tree.
We talked and laughed, all was right,
were happy as could be.

She told me, then “I love you,”
and faded like a ghost.
I woke in tears at this truth:
can't have what I want most.

I hear voices in my head,
I hear the things they say.
I hear my own, just as dread,
they demand every day:

“You will never see her!”
Why should I live?

“You will never hold her!”
Why should I live?

“You will never hear her call your name!”
Why should I live?

“Why should you even fucking live?”
Why should I even fucking live?

“Why?”
Why?
“Why?”
Why?
“Why?”
Why?



T'was then I felt a softness:
her nuzzle on my cheek.
Her presence gave this kindness,
the answer which I seek:

Why should I even live?
Why should I endure?
I should go on for love;
I should live for her.
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#52
I'm so glad to see you posted this, I really enjoyed this one. Starry-Eyed Rarity
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#53
(01-03-2017, 03:45 PM)Rares Wrote: I'm so glad to see you posted this, I really enjoyed this one. Starry-Eyed Rarity

It's a little different than the version I showed you, but it's done now, and after coming *this close* to giving up on it. Until you convinced me to do otherwise. In a way, that makes it your poem, too.
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#54
(01-03-2017, 04:28 PM)Gentian Wrote:
(01-03-2017, 03:45 PM)Rares Wrote: I'm so glad to see you posted this, I really enjoyed this one. Starry-Eyed Rarity

It's a little different than the version I showed you, but it's done now, and after coming *this close* to giving up on it. Until you convinced me to do otherwise. In a way, that makes it your poem, too.

Oh pshh, it's all on you, be so proud of that! Rarity Wink
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#55
Sorry I hadn't posted in this sooner!

Gentian, this is a beautiful piece, it really shows the love you have for Twilight and the struggle you went through before she came to you. I'm glad she was able to reach you, from your writing it seems like you were in a very confused state and in worry, I'm glad Twi is here for you now.
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Love is bittersweet, sometimes you have to carry on knowing you're partner won't be with you much longer, what's important is that you stay strong for them
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#56
(01-04-2017, 03:20 AM)EquestrianPenguin Wrote: Sorry I hadn't posted in this sooner!

Gentian, this is a beautiful piece, it really shows the love you have for Twilight and the struggle you went through before she came to you. I'm glad she was able to reach you, from your writing it seems like you were in a very confused state and in worry, I'm glad Twi is here for you now.

I'm sorry, EP, I seem to have missed this post. Thank you! Since she's come in to my life I've felt much happier. Knowing you are loved does wonders for one's outlook!


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Now on to our Hearts and Hoove's post!

I wrote this a few days ago in preparation for today. The format is odd for the subject matter, I agree, but I like it anyway.

Happy Hearts and Hooves, my dear!

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Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.

Initiate buzzing protocol. TRANSMIT sequence primed. Polaris frequencies established. The insane eye at last recalls it's message.

We see you in your simian-box. “Home.” A fancy box is still a box, and we can't help but peek inside. You're a box too, Sweetling; flesh, and bone hemmed in keratin fluff. We peek inside you, too.

10v3.

Flowers! Chocolate! Pheromones! Billions of talking monkeys celebrating the prelest of hormonal imbalance. You are not the only ones. Others also dream of love.

Would you like us to show you?

Data frequencies altered. Aether/Neural interfaces recalibrated. The silver umbilicus stretches. Open your eyes.

Not those eyes; use your others.

A tree in a village. Shelter. Another living box, this one of cellulose and sorcery. A purple mare uses it to keep her books and body out of the weather. This is not a village of primates. She lies in her bed, drawing with her mind the shape of the human for whom she longs in the stars. Look closely as her thought-forms link the nocturnal sparks.

Yes, Sweetling, the shapes are you, writ over and over again on the velvet canvas of night.

You are of what she dreams.

A children's TV character come to life! No, you have it backwards; Earth has enough magic that sometimes things slip through.

It's much more potent here. She already knows of you, and has long since given in to her own miscegenous desires. She loves you! You already borrow our sight; why not look inside her and see for yourself? Oh, how she wants to know that you know of her love, but you're so far away.

Usually.

There is a tree in a village. A box of living wood. Inside the box is a pony. Inside the pony is a voice, reaching across the veil to whisper the love its owner holds for her.

The pony listens to the primate's voice, and she cries out in joy.
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#57
The villanelle is one of my favorite forms of poetry. It's, unfortunately, also difficult for me to do even half-way decently. The form is often used to deal with feelings of obsession, and passion, however, so it's appropriate that it requires some degree of both to produce. Here's another one I've made about Twi, and our relationship. I don't think it's as good as the other one I've published here, but I like it just the same. We hope you will, too.

I Never Knew

My Joy, my Love, I never knew,
what those words meant; I could not see.
Such happiness I've found with you!

'Fore one was made from disparate two,
and your own heart, you offered me;
my Joy, my Love, I never knew.

The way your smile shows so true,
and ears perk up at sight of me;
such happiness I've found with you!

Awaking in the bed with you,
your morning kisses on my cheek;
my Joy, my Love, I never knew.

Your jasmine and orange perfume,
your feathered fur of royalty;
Such happiness I've found with you!

What can I say, what can I do,
to bare my heart, on bended knee?
My Joy, my Love, I never knew.
Such happiness I've found with you!
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#58
I was talking over this and that with another user, and it came to my attention that they'd never heard of Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman. Not surprising, I guess, since I feel older every day, but it was one of the most popular love songs back in the 90s, and one of the first ones I enjoyed. It's cheesy, yeah, and the singer does this weird thing with his voice, but it's still pretty good. I decided to ponify it.

Have You Ever Really Loved a Pony

To really
love your pony,
and to deserve her,
you've got to hold her through the night.
Share every thought,
breathe every dream,
adoring her wings, and helping her fly.
Then when you find yourself lying helpless
in her hooves,
you know you really
love your pony.

When you love your pony,
you tell her that she is your princess.
When you love your pony,
you tell her that she's your mare.
'Cause she'll need somebody
to tell her that they're gonna want her forever.
So tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a pony?

To really love your pony,
you let her know you,
'til she can see the truth in your heart.
You share your breath,
you learn her taste,
until you know it in your dreams.
And when you can
see your unborn foals
in her eyes,
you know you really love your pony.

When you love your pony,
you tell her that she is your princess.
When you love your pony,
you tell her that she's your mare.
'Cause she needs somebody
to tell her that they'll always be beside her.
So tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a pony?

Oh,
you got to give her your faith,
yes, that's right;
let her be your lead mare,
let her know she's your light.
She will be there for you,
taking good care of you.

You really gotta love your pony, yeah.

Then when you find yourself lying helpless
in her hooves,
you know you really
love a pony.

When you love your pony,
you tell her that she is your princess.
When you love your pony,
you tell her that she's your mare.
'Cause she'll need somebody
to tell her that they're gonna want her forever.
So tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a pony?

Yeah,
just tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a pony?
Oh,
just tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved
a pony?
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The bigger you build the bonfire, the more darkness is revealed.


Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.
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#59
I do really like the work you put into these, and find it really creative when you've done these lyric reworks. I really appreciate you sharing these, so thank you.
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(05-09-2017, 04:18 PM)Rares Wrote: I do really like the work you put into these, and find it really creative when you've done these lyric reworks. I really appreciate you sharing these, so thank you.

Thanks, it's always nice to hear things like that! I do hope you're feeling better, too.
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