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Dinky Doo's Father Revealed"Mom, who is my father?"
Ditzy Doo paused in making dinner, the grey pegasus's body stiffening as her eyes widened in shock. Turning, she looked at her daughter Dinky Doo and blinked slowly. She held her breath for a moment, slowly counting to five before letting it out. In her head, she had known this day would come, but she had hoped her little filly would be older.
Ditzy Doo knew about how the other foals made fun of her due to her mother being 'special'. As cruel as the foals Dinky's age were, they would grow out of this stage eventually. The real painful barbs were from the mares and stallions around town. The aghast looks and the back-handed compliments towards them both when they were out shopping or having dinner. The whispered conversations and darting looks. That hurt them both far more because at times they would even say such things to their faces.
But they long ago stopped letting it phase them. Dinky knew all too well her mother understood and comprehended far more than t
RageListening to metal
Feeling the music build my rage
i finally scream out
My ponytail lashing like a whip
Tearing thru flesh as i dance
Moshing thru life
Reveling in destruction
Enjoying this pain
Feeling others hit me
As i hit back
Blood on my hands
Is it mine
Or anothers' life?
Do i care?
Pain is my only respite
My only truth
My only lover
i know all truths
And survive all lies
What is it?
Why do others fear it?
Is it a lie
Or the ultimate truth?
i do not know
Nor do i care
Spit on me
Your hatred means nothing
That this next breath
This next dream
Could be your last
And that in the end
i'll be right
And you will be the lie
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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