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Epic Rap Battles of Equestria: Celestia Vs Luna[Celestia] My sister, dear sister, we've now come to blows?

That's happened once before when the darkness you chose!

So jealous of my fame, my prestige, and power,

Even when you return you won't sleep in my tower!

You think you can take me in this battle of rhyme?

Well, maybe you could... if you had more screen-time!

A royal by birth but you're just a disgrace,

Bow down, my sibling, or be cast into space!

[Luna] Big talk from my sister, you regal mistake,

Tell me, just how does one become addicted to cake?

You abuse your power, sitting high on above,

Aww, poor Celestia, with no one to love!

You still getting letters or did your puEpic Rap Battles of Equestria: Celestia Vs Luna3 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Welcome To The InternetWelcome To The Internet

Welcome to the internet, young one
The place where it’s normal for “trolls” to roam,
And where an internet thug will “bust a cap in ya’,”
For disagreeing with him on the debate of Russell Westbrook vs. Derrick Rose,
Where we have pseudo-politicians spewing their nonsensical rhetoric,
And if you dare even disagree with THEM?
You’re a “dumbass;” or you’re goin’ to Hell and are a fake (insert-nationality-here, my friend)
And how if they knew you in real life, they’d bring your life to an end,
The place where it’s okay to call someone “retarded,”
Because this isn’t real life, no, this is the internet and they’ll get over it!
One of the greatest creations known to man, most certainly,
But also one that could be used as a weapon,
To the talk of deaths over cyber-bullying, to rumors of the “Illuminati,”
With the internet, we can put a mWelcome To The Internet2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Epic Rap Battles of Equestria: Octavia vs Vinyl[Vinyl] Tavi, you like to act like you're proper with class,
But we've all seen how you longingly look to the brass.
Your recolor looks better than you ever could,
And she didn't speak, only fiddled 'bout wood!
See, just like your music your act has grown old,
And what's with that collar? Do you do what you're told?
Try to rap against me and you'll meet your demise,
I'm so beloved people argue 'bout my eyes!

[Octavia]You believe this would rustle even part of my style,
But I saw your affronts coming from over a mile.
I've performed before thousands while you're on your comp,
Mixing up that rubbish and looking for a romp!
Your "methods" are bEpic Rap Battles of Equestria: Octavia vs Vinyl1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics

In an empty ballroomIn an empty ballroom...
You invite me
to the dance -
No chance...
for already,
I am lost,
already
dying inside,
roaring
like the tide...
it comes out
like a whisper
of longing
against
the ear
of the world -
Each soft entreaty
attests
at best
that I am
a ghost
at the very
most...
No love,
no friend
can mend
the tear
in the fabric,
self-made
brocade
of my shroud -
sing loud!
It comes out
in a whisper...
What to do
once spring
is through?
Just whisper me
that dance...In an empty ballroom1 month ago in Free Verse

Faded MemoriesA dilapidated home
where orphans stitched together
quilts of interlocking squares-
presents for future mothers;
blankets for future brothers
Bright and passionate young
fingers slaved for higher goals
and ambitions beyond reach-
covering internal holes;
desperate to bare their souls
And on the wall of awards
for tireless efforts and
for harmonious accords,
one boy wrote eleven words-
"The flames of
youthful passion
should not go
out of fashion."
One by one these children were
adopted by some dirty
factories abusing skill-
following the policy
of profit and apathy
Comfort could only be found
in their hopelessly faded
memories of innocence-
thoughts seemingly outdated;
old wisdom to be doubted
Yet on his wall of awards
for tireless efforts and
for harmonious accords
one man wrote eleven words-
"The flames of
youthful passion
should not go
out of fashion."Faded Memories3 weeks ago in Free Verse

What's Wrong?What’s Wrong?

I walk downstairs feeling apathetic,
Neutral and plainly indifferent,
My features void of any kind of emotion,
But my mother asks, “What’s wrong?”
My sister quizzes, “Why ya’ looking so long?”
My dad demands, “Ya’ better smile, son!”
I shrug and say, “Nothin’ wrong, just feelin’…..
.....Nothing really, I didn’t know that was a problem,”
My mom looks at me with incredulous features,
And says in annoyed tone of voice, “Look here,”
“I don’t want you lookin’ like that, so I wanna know,”
“What’s goin’ on up there?”
I yawn and say, “Ma, there’s nothing wrong. Honestly,”
“I’m just okay. Can’t I simply be content?”
She retorts, “But I don’t know what’s wrong with you,”
“Usually you’re poppin’ off at the mouth. Constantly tWhat's Wrong?2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Does Life Have A Sequel?Does Life Have A Sequel?

I know the ending to my story,
The only part of the end I don’t know,
Is how the finale looks, whether I end slow or quickly,
But I suppose it doesn’t really matter ‘cause when I go,
It’s inevitable and I won’t be able to stop my soul from floatin’,
Up above to see what my fate would be, Heaven or Hell;
Or perhaps I’d be like my great grandmother and make a couple visits,
To a few folks to protect them and make sure they don’t fail,
Or maybe I’d reincarnate into a different spirit,
And have traits of my old soul in this new edition,
The thought of being recycled is something I don’t know what to feel towards,
Or maybe I won’t come back as a human, but a skunk or bat,
I bet you’re wondering how that could be,
But if I die and have committed sins that deserve the deathly black,
I’ll return to the Earth as animal for my second chance,
Or maybe nothing will happen aftDoes Life Have A Sequel?2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Never shed a tear.Hey guys.
Are you listening?
I've just got so much to say.
Let's go. On adventures.
See the world in such brand new ways.
Maybe we'll save the world.
Or maybe not.
Maybe we over come some obstacles along the way.
What game shall we play?

This isn't about me
This is all about you.
Trying to bring a smile upon a face
That I never knew
Just seeing how happy I make others feel.
Is enough to make me smile.
So don't you cry. Cry. Cry.
Don't you never ever shed a tear from your eyes.
Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry

Ooh.

Let climb the tallest towers.
We'll soar up so much higher!
With just a video!
I sit here. Playing my games.
Trying to please Never shed a tear.2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

Loki's SongWhen we were young, you were the one
I wanted to be just like,
So in your footsteps, I eagerly did follow
But as the years went by, I realized
How different you became;
Your arrogance was getting hard to swallow

When the day arrived, deep down inside
I was filled with contempt;
We were below you, and you were high above
Still I held back, my heart now black
With envy and uncertainty;
How could this be the brother I once loved?

The promises you made me, I know now they were lies
And my love for you clearly meant almost nothing
I should’ve known I’d never be you, no matter how hard I tried
But all I wanted was to be worth somethinLoki's Song1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics

When History UnwritesSeated upon a dank white wall,
No gold or diamond ornates its throne.
Staring all day at the same blank space,
Worlds apart from where it was first brought forth.

Strangers come and delight in awe,
Like loyal subjects frozen in place.
But while given the praise befitting a king,
Its thoughts are those of a peasant ignored.

For before it was priced with things of limit,
And carefully passed from hand to hand.
It was no more than its own cold throne,
Soiled and battered and worth no coin.

Its royalty was the dust of a room,
Spectators were but a passing mouse.
Back when glory meant a thin ray of light,
And the loveliest tune the patters of rWhen History Unwrites2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Call MeWhy won't you answer me?
I called you ten times.
You didn't respond.
I text you.
No reply.
Ugly imaginations invade my head.
You are stuck in a dark alley in sordid neighborhood.
Your heart does not beat.
You are inside a black van, gagged. Your arms and legs are tied up.
The people in the van are evil. They will sell your guts.
They will throw the remains of you in the sea.
I am lying on my face on the sofa. I am unable to do anything.
Someone pushes the doorbell. I open the door.
You are standing in front of me, soaked.
My worries turn into anger. I yell at you.
"I lost my phone." You say.
"So?" I say. "Then you should have, at least, you should have,"
I am lost with words. I close my mouth.
I stare at you. You stare at me.
We hug each other.
The rainwater on your jacket soaks my T-shirt.
I don't care.Call Me3 weeks ago in Free Verse

Lead In TressesLead In Tresses

As my pencil hits the page and I’m busy transcribing “The Key,”
I can’t help but daydream about the future with the girl of my fantasy,
I often wonder if she’d be a writer herself, if she’d be interested in this great activity,
If she’d be interested in what I’m writing, my inner thoughts and if she’d be willing to read ‘em,
Do her eyes sparkle when she learns that she may be my next poetic subject?
Would she look over my shoulder as I ponder which utensil, I’d use: Pencil or pen?
Will she be interested in me professing my deepest emotions for her through my poetry,
And if she wrote, what style does she write in, most often?
Is she a free verse kind of a girl who doesn’t like restrictions, or does she enjoy some type of structure?
Does she find the most pleasure in writing haikus, poetry, prose, or stories of fantasy?
Or maybe dark, abstract tales that a need 2 or 3 reads beforeLead In Tresses2 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

No SenseNo Sense

We are desensitized, yet overly sensitive.No Sense2 weeks ago in Free Verse

BoogeymanOthers look at the Boogeyman,
With such disgust,
But I say,
That it he is a must

You may look at me,
Like I am insane,
But my opinion,
Will just stay the same

The Boogeyman gives,
Nightmares at night,
The ones that give you,
Quite a fright

But do you not see,
The lesson inside,
The one that tells you,
A way not to die

One about being bitten,
By a large scary snake,
The pain is horrible,
And the fear makes you shake

But when you wake up,
The pain is not there,
And you seem,
More well aware

You will be cautious around a dangerous snake,
And you will not put your life at stake

Fear can guide you,
Away from bad choices,
By speaking to you,Boogeyman1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics

(Mute) The Demons(Mute) The Demons

I want to say something, but I can’t find the right words,
So I stay mute, hoping you’ll find the words for me
And while I know the pen is mightier than the sword…..
If I impale myself with the sword I make my point that much more perfectly
Just because I don’t speak doesn’t mean I don’t want to,
It’s just so difficult to communicate clearly when your head and heart are cloudy,
And my words feel empty to even myself so what else am I supposed to do?
You’re right, I am an angst-ridden teen, so I’m looking for a way you can help me,
So I can help myself; so I won’t have to feel so lost while I fight my emotions,
And I’ll be alright eventually, but I have to figure out how to help myself, now
Because these past couple of weeks has been filled with yearning, anger, and stress,
So I look to others to help me out but it looks like no one knows how,
I wish I knew so I don’t have to (Mute) The Demons3 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

SunshowerSunshower

My life is a sunshower,
Raining while the sun peeks through the clouds,
Laugh for 30 minutes, cry for the next half hour,
Smiling and happily chatting, to sad stares and silent shouts,
Hearing the rain hit my rooftop,
While smiling and tears in my eyes,
Laughing at this absurdity, knowing I should stop,
But I can’t; it’s so unreasonable, laughing and crying at the same time,
Feeling sick on the inside, but putting on a front for the out,
Getting older and looking so, but wanting to stay young forever,
Knowing I should stay silent for a while, yet still whine and pout,
It’s raining but the sun still shines; whatever this is,
I can’t fathom it; I just need the rain to cease,
I just want this rain to stop and let the sun simply shower my cranium,
All I want is the sunshine, no rain with this faint light teasing me;
I’m afraid that my pleas will fall on deaf ears,
And my smile will fool and tease those with blind eyes that can’t sSunshower6 days ago in Songs & Lyrics

Kozmotis PitchinerHis name is Pitch Black,
And scaring is his game,
But he used to go by,
A very different name

Kozmotis Pitchiner,
Was his past name,
Some people wonder,
“Why is it not the same?”

He was a strong General,
Who protected the Golden Age,
And was once a guard,
Of the Fearling’s cage

The Fearlings pleaded and begged,
For Kozmotis to let them go,
But the General shook his head,
And simply said, “No.”

The General would grow weary,
Of doing this every day,
But a silver locket with a picture of his daughter,
Made everything okay

The Fearlings caught sight,
Of the locket in Pitchiner’s hand,
And started to unfoldKozmotis Pitchiner1 week ago in Songs & Lyrics

There Are No Flowers On KanangarWe left the compound
When I was four
A new world, full of possibility
Beyond the perimeter walls of RC35
A strange and beautiful ecology of poisonous invertebrates
And carnivorous plants
There are no flowers on Kanangar

I visited a lab
When I was nine
A new frontier, observed from the lens of a microscope
A flask with a monolayer of ten million Starglazer cells
Over time I saw many plants and animals
Stunning and colorful, but unlike anything like I had seen before
There are no flowers on Kanangar

My parents divorced
When I was fourteen
My father stayed and my mother left
Taking a position in an off world consulting firm
Where she advised There Are No Flowers On Kanangar2 weeks ago in Free Verse

The sunset cried

An animal gets what it wants.
HEYou were radiant that night
When i forced myself on you.
You cried and begged me to stop.
So what? I stopped... Eventually.

A victim re-lives it in their mind.
SHEI should have trusted my instincts
When i saw the sunset cry before i left home.
I felt your weight pinning me down
So hard that you compressed my reality
Into a slow motion memory.The sunset cried2 weeks ago in Free Verse

Driven NeedDriven Need
Rough dirt and soft grass under fingers
Cocooned in warmth soaked through a jacket
Light breeze drifting, whistling through leaves, against skin
Mind recounting the most careful touches,
And rejoicefully passionate swims.
The cheeky grin of a small child,
Eyes of the broken hearted,
Weary feet of a man that’s walked 40 miles,
The uncertainty of trying to get a relationship started,
A young girl’s soul that has been tainted and defiled
Strength arising from breakups
Betrayal screaming through paper
Sobs arouse hands to clench
Grasping for pencil, paper, anything
Emotions, thoughts, scenes need out.
A jaded man’s battle with alcoholism,
To a young woman who’s full of suspicions,
To parents who have lost their children to endless torment,
All the way to suicide, robbery, murder, and bouts of depression
This is what we need to get out,
The tools of our production seem like pencil, paper
But the true tools of our trade
Are thesDriven Need3 weeks ago in Songs & Lyrics

End ItEnd It

I see the look in your eyes, “Do you consider it?”
You shake your head defensively even though we both know the answer
I sigh because I do not believe anything you say and I utter, “Please don’t do this,”
And you’re rebuttal is, “I’m tired of these lies, I’m tired of feeling like I’m the cancer,”
I shake my head with tears in my eyes, “But you’re not a cancer, you’re my friend,”
You look at me with the eyes of a broken soul,
“How can I be your friend when I’m making you cry? You and I both want this to end,”
I stand up and shout, “NO, please, I don’t want you to go!”
“But I feel so empty inside, what’s the point of staying here when I’m already dead?”
I slam my fists against the bed, “What about me and your family?”
You look at me and say, “You’d all be better off if I fell off the EarthEnd It1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics

clench your teeth to stop the tearsthere's a lump in my throat
that i just can't swallow and
tears in my eyes that
won't blink away.

lose the smile, you told me--
it never looked good on you anyway.

[the subconscious is such a
broken, fragile thing]clench your teeth to stop the tears3 weeks ago in Free Verse

pipedreamsfeeling anything for you
is like trying to grow a garden
in a half-emptied bottle
of cheap tequila,
it's only a good idea
because the rest is what fills
your stomach and stains
your liver and disorients your sticky
thoughts, honeydew heroin
of an ideapipedreams1 month ago in Free Verse

i've never been a thing worth lovingi've never been a thing worth loving
and someone else has been calling me sweetheart,
sweetheart,
and it feels so wrong
listening to someone else laugh
and call me cute
on the phone,
it feels so wrong
letting someone else tell me
good morning,

and the sad thing is
you probably think
that this poem is about
you.i've never been a thing worth loving2 weeks ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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