Afoot the tiding septic pull, grounds shake.
Shameful, cascades the tainted undertow.
Fluffle Puff, tears linger in sullied ache,
Like brain-borne amoebas, corruptions flow.
Shimmers the once proud bronze statue, submerged,
Copper ions now corrode her beauty.
Her pink, sweet, innocent, gleeful face, purged.
Maybe reason hid her mark of cutie.
I grieve, ‘Light can’t echo wounded shadows?’
Yet, lights pulled down beneath the hateful sea.
Ignorance eases the mind, I suppose,
Still, knowing creeps up on everypony.
Though the past dwells in us, forward we move,
As weeping grudges have nothing to prove.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:28 PM UTC
A silk silver lustre drapes gently down,
Gracing the moment’s frame. But ladder stitched,
Hides the dowdy lens like a Pantone brown.
Misplaced among the masses’ chic, bewitched,
The lens nests, seduced by stiff zipper grilles.
Eagerly dormant, long and forgotten,
Poses a masked hunter, preserving stills.
A Snow White music box on soft cotton,
Displayed, she waits in a regretting fog.
Wind calms, caught in the fleeting, silk-warm rays.
Limbs waver, torn amidst the pulling bog
Of unintentional judgmental gaze,
And the vast, vermillion-rich, puffed billow.
Lapsed, the eye indents deep down the pillow.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:24 PM UTC
Colours unfurl along her gliding voice.
It’s through lapping lights, splaying out the leaves,
That rays nest in rippling grass; wings rejoice.
It's with an easing chest that dread relieves,
Which warms eyes, flickering open and shut.
Sight streaks scarlet drapes, fraying in flashes.
Whilst engulfed in blithe dance, the shroud’s pole cut.
Fierce light halts, locking open eyelashes.
Her veil slips into slow collapse. Then snap!
A raving ovation drives tears hurtling,
Trailing behind spate as weighted hooves clap.
Known calls now layer, advancing, circling,
Friends huddle. Solacing breathing dries tears.
Yet, left unwhole, my screen blurs the hued mares.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC
Enthralled, I wander by doors, passing through;
Led by the harsh trickle of thin metal.
Fostered behind the glass door, pores renew.
The outside percolates, cold waves settle.
Palm trees sway, found atop the senseless sky.
Grainy vision allures a watching wait,
So eyes can adjust to see what's nearby.
To discern details that words can’t equate.
Edges sharpen, feathered shadows pulsate.
The thicket breathes, oscillating its reach.
Paths stretch, catching puddles that deviate.
Gravels now fuse in dark, torrential leach.
Maybe it's not intrigue hosting allure,
But standing on common grounds, left unsure.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC