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She thought she was going have nervous breakdown. How could this happen to her? She just wanted that rare flower. But no, she got this instead. A giant crystal with King Sombra in it. Great, just great. She should just leave right now and let other ponies deal with it. This was not her cup of tea. But before the mare could take another step away, a booming voice nearly made her jump out of her coat.
"You. Mare. Come here." Nope. Nope nope nope. Just walk away, just walk away. "Are you deaf, mare? I said come." A magic force appeared around her, taking her back to where the king was standing. "Your name, wench?" Oh no he didn't.
"Excuse you! I am no wench! Now put me down!" The mare's horn gave out a pathetic light blue spark. The king rolled his eyes and set her down.
"Your name." She just gave him a glare she wasn't going answer him until he said sorry. "You are testing my patience, mare." She stayed silent. "...I'm sorry I called you wench."
"Thank you. My name is Toxic Tears" One of
The cold nipped at her hide legs; actually it was nipping at any part of her that was exposed. She had to do this; she had to find that flower. Maybe, just maybe that flower we be the thing to cure her. Using her magic she tightened up her scarf. The mare giving out a huff before going back to trudging through the snow; trying to keep her in contact with the ground. Behind her was the Crystal Empire that looked rather toasty. No she couldn't think of that right now. It felt like she was walking for hours and making no progress. Giving a quick glance she had gone farther than she thought. As the blue colored mare moved forward the wind picked up and so did the snow. This just wasn't fair. She should've brought some pony with her but she wasn't the friendly type. Giving a quick look at her map she knew she was close to the flower. But what her map didn't tell her that there was this big crystal in her way. It was odd for crystal all the way out here. That it had blackish tint to it. Curi
Item #: P3T (“Patches”)
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:
Subject needs to be kept in a four by five meter room with jean fabric on all walls; floors are carpet. It can have any type of lighting or any temperature.
Subject request small couch made of various materials. Granted.
Subject request to see SCP-D13 once a week. Granted.
Subject resembles a small boy with snow white hair and looks like it has stitches on its mouth. SCP-P3T is 1.06 m. tall and 22.6 kg. Its eye color is unknown as it will not allow scientists to look at its eyes. It wears an orange jacket with one sleeve shorter than the other. It has multiple patches fabric over its body to replace skin. Wears grey blind fold whenever scientist are in the containment room, must knock on door before entering. It wears pink socks; don’t remove under any circumstances. It has no feet, socks filled with cotton.
Body parts are very sensitive, and sometimes fall off. Subject can
Rage In The LakeJust watching you dwellers walk around
But can’t you sea that I’m stuck in this lake
I’m stuck because I can’t breathe up there
No one pays attention to me because I’m quiet
You people make my fins flare up in anger
With your role-playing and filling up your quadrants
But there is nobody in here
In my little lonely lake
I try to talk to you all but you people push me aside
I’m just a stupid lake dweller and I don’t know anyfin
Yeah I know I can be a little slow
I sometimes to forget to breathe
But that doesn't give you the reason to look down at me
I know I’m a little odd but I’m higher than you all expect one
I’m king of the lakes so don’t think I go easy on you
You are not aware of my rage that is build up in this lake
Man in woman's shoesWhen she looks in the mirror she sees a man.
His head held up high and he has whatever he dared to dream.
But when she looks down she sees a woman.
Whose head is tilted and barely even there.
She urges to be this man she sees.
But what will her family think?
What will her boyfriend think?
Will she have to find a new family, a new loved one?
A man walking in woman's shoes
That's what she feels.
A man that has to wear woman clothing.
A man that bleeds once a week each month.
A man that has been knocked down because he’s the opposite gender.
Where people think he can’t survive on his own because breast lay upon his chest.
Where wearing makeup is the only thing that can make him pretty or beautiful.
All he wants is to live in world where he can actually be a man and not a woman.
That’s all she, no he, wants.
A world that can love him for him.
Not where he gets knocked down and beaten for wanting to change.
Thurkear miirikKwi nhee vrak hush
Sia nhee dretri
Ssifisv dout saurivic vur wurunwa di aurix
Ssifisv dout fothisev acht wer svant
Si geou ssejinw wer l'graic mrith sia nhee miirik
Hush sia danthe thric rigluin ekess l'gra
Dask geou troth jacioniv vrak
Jaka ssifisv vur wurunwa di aurix
Si geou clax wer whedabra vur fold
Xurwk mitne sari coi
Vi isk ihk wux
Vi regipre mel'thurkear
Ssifisv sia moxt vrak
Vi z'ar treskri itheikic persvek wer z'ar mitne
Nhee vrak ssifisv
Mobi thric dril ekess resist
Dask nishka troth persvek wer thurkear
Wurunwa di aurix nhee vrak
Guilds LandsBeca– Land of Trance and Rot
Typhon - Land of Treasure and Junk
Nick – Land of Shine and Shrooms
Caseie – Land of Holes and Henge
Adin – Land of Nails and Traps
Dianea – Land of Opposites and Hay
Tomm – Land of Veils and Rubies
• (EC) Land of Sweets and Rainbows
• (ECK) Land of Abandonment and Balance
• (EK) Land of Carnivals and Nightmares
Andy – Land of Cobblestone and Forest
Oaky – Land of Gardens and Vibration
Guilds QuadrantsBeca -
Matesprit: None (Wants Tomm)
Ditch DemonsShe tried to climb out but nothing work
Her nails digging into the dirt walls
Her face beaten up
Blood slowly dripping from her mouth
All she wanted was to be happy
But she was thrown in the ditch
Beaten and crushed
Only to be left with her monsters
Spitting out words and curses
Them repeating negativity that was coming
Digging their nails into her back
Sorrow and agony being injected into her veins
No matter how much she screamed
No one came to save her
Just left her there
Hurt and bleeding
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
two.send messages in their
little notes that
i love you.
i miss you.
where have you gone.
and i'll take them,
fill them up with
send them back, across
to the other side.
i'll send you a postcard...
wish you were here.
because i'm not coming back.
fil(l)edthey chipped away at you,
clasping you tight with
ceramic grasps and art class
filing you down,
filling you up;
trying to make you
they gasp, reflect
edit, edit, edit,
unmask your already
for the sake of perfection
in hale exhalations.
lurks a step from
and you're not quite sure
whether their machinations,
their clutching neophiliac
search for the ideal
has made you greater
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Love comes in so many forms,
growing and changing swiftly with the ages.
A mama recording her sons first walk to her husband over seas with a shaky camera.
"It's only a storm," the big brother says to his sister whiles he takes out the instant hot chocolate.
A teenager opening her slammed door, ready to admit to her parents she doesn't hate them.
On a worn blanket, a college kid handing his boyfriend a rose, hoping it will be enough.
Girls squealing as they throw their diplomas up into air and go out into the real world together.
A father proudly patting his wife's baby bump, a first miracle.
A women kissing her father goodbye as she turns off the machine that keeps him alive.
A middle aged chemistry teacher handing back a failing student a A+ paper.
An older couple holding hands, content with the knowledge of the mountains they've overcome together.
Love extends past the page, from my hand into others souls.
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
Helping handsDrowning the fears
Drowning the yells
Drowning the sorrow
Drowning the drama
I think I have surely fallen
But I feel hands trying to stop my fall
These hands are my friends
They are afraid to lose me to my self
They know that I can not be trusted when I'm depressed
They are the only ones who I really think care
They never gave up on me and never will
I thank them for that
For I know if it wasn't for them I would not be here
I would be in the deepest part of hell
Burning all alone
I great to have friends
But sometimes I do wish I didn't
Too see where I would've end up
But I shall never know for I can never leave them
They're to dear to me
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