Pensive-Brony

There are songs I can't listen to Television shows I can't watch Experiences I can't do again This is of my own volition I lost my filter somewhere along this ride I was unwilling to take I am aware of the consequences but I'm always willing to accept them I've become stronger I can bear you, and I can bear her, them But I can't bear myself

You wanted to see me go For petty reasons, the teenager's way There's an easy way to do it, you figured, Since I certainly couldn't stay The form of which is far more great Then death by suspense or surprise The path you chose for me is self-destruction In which you assured my demise

A deep red –the color that was spilled flippantly amongst the threads that weaved together to synthesize a familiar formation of domestic carpeting. The color itself stood out amongst the beige fibers visibly, and due to its liquid state, it stubbornly infiltrated the fibers, effectively remaining there permanently. Immersed within her own gratification, Sophie took out her old rag and wiped the used knife clean. One kill, that was all. One kill would suffice to ease her corrupt conscience, or in kinder terms, poignant curiosity. The manner of death would certainly attract the attention of the police, but Sophie was well aware of their

Compromise at every turn No one wants to hear your words Interrupted all the time Your pity isn't worth a dime. Sustaining life with just sensation Welcome all, our petty nation. Wisdom bestowed to those who know: Wisdom's found where experience flows And after everything in life Remember it was worth the strife And every headache they have granted Makes the idea well worth planted And now I realize in this ending It's only principle I'm defending Follow blindly down this road Where conscience tells you where to go Knowledge passed in realization Prior experience and specialization That's something a freshman learned It's m

The Life of an Averted Teenage Girl I was never average. At least, I don't believe so. On second thought, that statement comes off too pretentious. Let me rephrase. "Average", as far as the word, isn't something that can be so easily defined. My definition includes someone who engages in regular activities such as sports and other activities with friends. Someone who acts like the rest of society and doesn't question a "sure thing". Sure, I participate in events with my closest friends; I just never conformed to an apparent social category or status, and I don't think about the largest of topics or the smallest of issues the same as the "ave

-August 28, 1863 Today, there was an advertisement in the local paper about confederate rights. It proclaimed statements such as "It's our choice! Our independence!" and "Why change things now?" Statements like these, especially ones displaying such propaganda, usually don't convince me to sympathize, or even feel such things about my country. I wasn't much of a patriot. Though, upon pondering the situation, it occurred to me, this was not unlike our victory for independence over Britain. We weren't going to let some unjust law change our way of living; it's always been like this and we've always got along fine. The war against Britain was u