Cynders poem
Pain was all i felt for the first part of my life torn apart day to day by dark magic to spread the dark masters will and strife trapped within a body that wasn't even my own, i would scream and cry but the tears would fall silently inside, never shown
My Hope, My Love.
My light in dark... you pulled me out of my pit, and have been there in my times of strife. i've not known you very long, but you seem to slip into my mind, you've become the macaroni to my cheese. the feathers in my pillow.
Windows to the Soul
There are no happy endings, no fading into life, just tales of much misfortune, and never-ending strife. when i should get out, i travel in. i see the true stories, where another always wins.
Synthesis
Our own devices, some of us have paid the prices, we come in many different forms, and comply with every norm, some with flesh and some with fur, we're treated like a mangy cur, all i wanted from my life, was happiness and lack of strife
Dilemma of Choice
Other and comfort the dead store our true thoughts on the shelves the blood on my hands shines a crimson red i only wish i was better gracious, kind, and forgiving, too my life hangs by a tether but i hold on for you this world is consumed by hatred and strife
A Ode to a Lost and Bewildered Friend
An ode this is to living your life an ode this is to gaining reason an ode this is to removing your strife for most of it is gone within a season.
My Hope, My Love.
My light in dark... you pulled me out of my pit, and have been there in my times of strife. i've not known you very long, but you seem to slip into my mind, you've become the macaroni to my cheese. the feathers in my pillow.
We walk
Offer me your paw now we must walk, together whispers on the wind the eyes return, but they no longer just watch they roar, and curse me i'm so tired, tired of the fighting i let go of your paw let me rest, no more strife
On the Road
To simply see the world from a greater sky for the simplest, smallest happy matters of life are faithful to the people who see through the strife we are on the road (we are on the road) our frequent dream of reality resides and will surpass
Crestfallen (Poem)
If i could earn your trust, i would never lose it again, and if you would please come back, i would eternally be your friend, but there is so much more, that i want from this life, it's everything we had before, a partner to weather the strife
A change is coming
With this, equestria will finally be without strife." "but what exactly is it?" "hush! we go now, we go! to where the apples are always bucking. we go now to test this, and teach my new colt about fucking."
Speech 5. Human Nature.
Its in human nature that we pursue happiness and not strife. there are some who offend, but they end up seeking the goodness to forgive. we all soar up higher than anything before.