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Two seasons have come and gone now, each one filled with beautiful animation and stunning dialogue. Most importantly both seasons brought new found inspiration and insightful views into our daily lives.
I wish not to take up too much of your time; I wish only to say a few things on my own behalf to everypony out there who wishes to hear them.

Although it is tempting to bring up the cliché that perhaps nopony else feels the same way as I do, I cannot for I know that there are many others with the same views as mine; others whose lives have been touched by these candy-colored ponies and their spectacular adventures, who have also felt a

Reflection Chapter 1

Prologue

The night air was cool on this late-winter evening. Though it was only seven p.m. the sun had already set, and a blanket of dark had covered the town of Ponyville.

Derpy hooves hovered unsteadily down the street, both of her wings failing to maintain any practical rhythm with the other. This generally caused her to fly diagonally in either direction; she would often switch the direction at random times without precise control.

The Pegasus could in fact fly quite gracefully. For some reason she felt it necessary to do otherwise.

Woozy bats, she had once reasoned, woozy bats like bulls stubborn. Such was the sort of logic she used

Reflection Chapter 4

noitcelfeR|Reflection
4: Dream of the Sandman

"Alright ponies," said Twilight, as she paced in the library.

Spike folded his arms and grunted in protest. "Ehem."

Twilight stopped pacing for a moment and raised a brow. "And dragon…" Upon hearing that, Spike beamed with pride. The unicorn rolled her eyes at how easy it was to appease him. "It has been three days since we made our plan; time to recap! You first Spike, what do your notes say?"

The baby dragon opened a scroll and began to read. "Applejack didn't remember Derpy ever visiting the farm, just passing it. Neither did Bi

Reflection Chapter 3

noitcelfeR|Reflection
3: The Reminder's Inceptive

From the late-winter period and on through the early days of spring in Ponyville, the sunlight was a sort of blessing in the otherwise cool air. Even after the sparkling snow had melted during this years Winter Wrap Up, its chill still lingered nearby. Despite this fact, Derpy Hooves remained sheltered from the rays of sunlight under a red and white parasol. The umbrella, being perched on a long metal pole that jutted th

Reflection Chapter 2

noitcelfeR|Reflection
2: Fade In, Black Out

"Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight…" spoke a mare. The voice echoed slightly as it was spoken much like a voice tends to reverberate in a small, tiled bathroom in an otherwise empty house. However the tone in which the mare spok

BACK OFFJust because I choose not to be part of their game...
Just because I choose to deviate from their plan...
I don't understand,
they tell me they don't want to help me,
but they don't want me to be my own man...
And this is What They SAY:
I'm "a nightmare", "a disaster",
"The only thing thats preventing
happily-ever after"
He says I'm "A lost cause"
"Just a zero"
A "total failure"
"not a hero"
YEAH THEY SAY I HAVE NO PLACE IN THIS WORLD
THEY ALWAYS SAY THAT KIND OF THING
THEY SAY THIS
THEY SAY THAT
THEIR MOUTHS NEVER STOP M

Before It's to LateEverybody's screaming all around me~
I try to make a sound but no one hears a thing.
I don't have much time~
I'm hanging by a single thread.
Why don't they care to hear~
what I have to say?

I've made a mistake~
I need to explain~
but no one will hear what I have to say.
I have to break free~
so somebody please~
just take a second to listen to me.

Is this just fair?~
Is this just fate?~
That no one will care~
before it is too late?

And on the horizon, the sun starts to set~
And on the horizon, the sun starts to fade~
And this day starts to end, a new one will soon begin,
But by then it will be to late...
What kind of price

Reflection Chapter 5

noitcelfeR|Reflection
Chapter 5: Of Key Importance

His eyes were blue; his father's eyes were green. That was the only difference between the brown colt and stallion in appearance with the exception of the obvious size difference. They had the same hourglass cutie mark, the same brown hair style, and the same awkward stature. There could be no doubting that they were in fact father and son.

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Derpy awoke after only a few hours of sleep. It was still dark, and could not have been any later than three in the morning. She was still tired, and had she been lying in her bed her first instinct wou

CloudsWe Sit...
Under The Sky...
Watch the Clouds...
Heart to Heart...
We Watch...
Them Pass us By...
They Watch us All...
Drift Apart...

Time... passes by
So slowly it seems...
Why... don't we just lie here
Lost in our dreams...
We Stand...
Under the Sky...
As the Rain...
Starts to Fall...
It Falls...
To the Faces...
So don't see...

Fire at Will v2Hold
your gun steady,
make
sure your ready,
the order could come at any time.
Men
of young ages,
so
many faces,
on the front line.

Excuse me
young man
I could not help but to notice
that gun shaking in your hands.
Please
don't be afraid
just ignore what your concious tells you
follow the orders that the general gives you.

Fire at will
the order rings loud and echoes.
Fire at will
like a monster the general bellows.
Make the kill
your body starts to take to the tune.
Fire at will
It will all be over soon.

R3fl3ction Chapter 6

noitcelfeR|R3fl3ction
Chapter 6: Swimming in the Smoke (Beneath the Surface)

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White Rose

by ~ZeroSkyler, Nov 3, 2012, 4:23:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

Sirens are singing through the storm

A white rose Blooms in a garden of thorns

A Darkening Sky

A Hallowed Cry

Sirens are Singing

But you never ask why

Emergency Lights flash in the cold

A Struggle that has long since grown too old

Silence Rushing In

Whispers in the Wind

The Darkness Seeping in

But you never ask why

All of Her Thoughts

Are Outlined in Chalk

Wrapped in Yellow Tape

So They Never Escape

Sirens are singing through the storm

A white rose Blooms in a garden of thorns

A Darkening Sky

A Hallowed Cry

Sirens are Singing

But you never ask why

Somewhere you hear wedding bells ring

There's choir in the church but you never hear them sing

There's No Groom

There's No Bride

Wedding Bells Chime

But you never ask why

All of Her Thoughts

Are Outlined in Chalk

Wrapped in Yellow Tape

So They Never Escape

Sirens are singing through the storm

A white rose Blooms in a garden of thorns

A Darkening Sky

A Hallowed Cry

Sirens are Singing

But you never ask why

A Tempest Rages through the night

Families cowering, Lightning strikes

Shadows Of Doubt

Power Goes Out

No One Calls Help

But You never Ask Why

All of Her Thoughts

Are Outlined in Chalk

Wrapped in Yellow Tape

So They Never Escape

Sirens are singing through the storm

A white rose Blooms in a garden of thorns

White Roseby ~ZeroSkyler

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

This poem is meant to be read at 3 speeds. Have the first part read very slowly. Then when you see the first part (sirens are singing through the storm) a second time around the 1/3 mark start reading at a normal pace. Then when you see that part for the thrid time at the 2/3 mark read quickly. when you see it the forth time at the very end read it at whatever speed you consider your heartbeat to be moving at (fast medium slow, if your heart is beating hard then it consider it fast)

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Critique by *valleigh May 1, 2013, 5:25:07 PM

Wow, You did a great job with it, you made it flow very well, and that is what made me wan to keep reading it.

The concept of this is very simple and easy to understand and to relate too. Your good at getting your feelings out in the open.

Your rhyming is very good, that is something I'm not too well with. It's fun to play with and see how long you can go, and to see what you can make from it, great job again.

I feel this is a good style for you, and you may want to work with this style and see how many more you can get from this idea, keep up the great work.

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Critique by ~shadowtheblade May 1, 2013, 5:22:48 PM

A perfect piece of poetry, i must say. It was detailed perfectly, and i must say again, that the way someone reads this, they'd think that you would be a poet. You ARE a poet, not popular, (YET!!!!) but you are a TRUE poet, a poet that writes from the heart. I am an author, bur we share the same knowledge of writing. Both artistic, but in very, very different ways. You write in short, inspirational ways, i write in long artistic story's. Yours is harder to understand, but i think that your vision is better than mine and that you shall one day become the greatest poet ever.

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=OHiNeedTea May 4, 2013 Student Writer

This has a great flow to it. I'm really impressed with the structure and form, well done!

~ZeroSkyler May 4, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thanks

~Connundrum Apr 28, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Beautiful poem. Structure, content, everything. Love it.

~ZeroSkyler Apr 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

yeah for some reason this is my most popular piece

*Hfeather53 Jan 31, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

All of Her Thoughts
Are Outlined in Chalk
Wrapped in Yellow Tape
So They Never Escape

beautiful

~pylonZealot Jan 31, 2013

I like the structure.

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~Dani-the-Naiad Nov 21, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Fantastic rhythm in this. It has a very daunting kind of feel to it, like I'm sitting in suspense the whole time. Great work! Congrats on the feature at LITplease, too!