First Breath After ComaIt was on a fleeting momentAseptic white wallsReappeared all around meSole companion to my earsAbsolute silencePale light shining through the windowMuch like sleeping beauty, I laySurroundedBy cold mechanical entitiesA sting in my left armSmelling the scent of nowhereSavouring pure absenceOf everything I had ever seenAnd then it came back, like a dreamA merry-go-roundPeople, faces, smilesSpring and summer daysSeemed so close, yet distantToo long had I been suspendedIn my sleep without nightmaresTo believe it was really coming to an end -Inhale, exhale, I won't forgetThe feeling of oxygen filling my lungsTrembleI wish I could be back on my feet right nowTorpor slowly fading awayReplaced by hunger and thirstAs I battle against my apathyI'm tired, so tiredBut the first step's been takenAnd I've never been more sureOf being awakeAll of my ribs ache, pain rages my bodyFrom top to toeAnd I'm glad of thisAwakeningFirst breath after coma.
Five Out of Five Ponies Who Read Drink TeaSpike walked into Mare Cranston's, a small, quiet building with a quaint wood motif and cozy lighting that gave just the right ambiance to its shelves, which were filled with a wide variety of teas both common and exotic. The shop was known for carrying obscure, unpopular, or otherwise difficult-to-find brands, and it was the only store in Canterlot- or, indeed, within a one-hundred mile radius of Ponyville- to sell Twilight's favorite tea, an odd blend called Old Grey whose taste would best be described as bookish if "bookish" were a word one could reasonably apply to beverages.Spike walked up to the shop's counter and waved at its cashier, a lanky colt with a dull orange coat. "Hey, Leaves. I'm just gonna grab a couple boxes of Old Grey, alright?""No can do, Spike," Tea Leaves said, shaking his head. "We're all sold out.""Sold out?" Spike said, giving the salescolt an incredulous look. "Don't be ridiculous. We both know I'm th
Analyzing McLeach and MedusaWhether they have both been forgotten, or that only one remains as the face for Disneys The Rescuers series villainy, it seems to me, that had Percival C. McLeach (from the sequel) and Madame Medusa (from the original) received some much needed help, be it from a pair of cute mice or an esteemed psychologist, neither the orphaned Penny or the eagle-loving Cody would have required rescuing in the first place. These two villains, censored as they are, probably hold the prize for two of the most frighteningly realistic antagonists in a childrens film. It doesnt take a trained eye to recognize the blood-red flags held aloft by both pawn-shop owner and poacher, indicating the observant as to what lies deep within their convoluted souls. I am not a psychologist, therapist, social worker, or counselor. However, due to my obsession with analysis and the recent rediscovery of these two characters, I have decided to spend my time (time that most would scold me