My poetry.

Winter Calls

Frost taps at my window

A mournful day

Stems droop in lugubrious lost fervor

Chrysanthemurose aghast and paled from frostbite

Icewhistle breeze, night sings

Chunks of ice crack around the outskirts of a brook, bleeding water like a cracked skull and cerebrospinal fluid

I curl up beside the stair to my cabin

Cold blankets me like fly to web

Holding my book closer as the elements consume me

I walk this world alone

If you didn't get it, as no one ever could, this poem is about how no one seems to understand me. Not at all. And that isn't something I desire. As the world succumbs around me, I am left alone.

A World of Play

Pony Prance & Pony Dance

Pony Play and Pony Chant

Call forth the Spirits of Tomfoolery!

Vanquish The Biting Wicked With the Power of Your Horseplay

Snap out The Hiss of the Cruel, The Soul of the Serious

Learn to Love, Exert Your Care, Let the Batter of Wings and Thump of Hooves Blossom Like Spring

Pony Dance & Pony Prance

Pony Chant and Pony Play

Escape the Thralls of Evil through your Friendship

My Little Ponies

My Personal Pulitzer winning masterpiece about the powers of friendship and how they can stop the forces of the wicked. Not many see my soul, but I do. And they will learn.

Through eyes now Lost

Removed from site.

DIARY

• 7/9 Finished making this page.

• 7/8 Destroyed a child in an argument over Startwi VS Trixietwi.

• 7/7 Groomed my mane.

• 7/6 Nothing of importance.

• 7/5 Buffed and trimmed my hooves at a new salon down town then painted them an enchanting color of goldish green. My thanks to the stylist.

• 7/4 Arrested for illegal and violent use of fire arms towards a government building. Those bars couldn't contain me long, though.

• 7/3 Moshed with a bunch of other vampyres in a sensitive style pit.

• 7/2 Listened to the band "Crass" behind a Burger King. Some tiger kid gawked me in awe and I hissed at them and they ran away crying

• 7/1 Happy July. Have obtained a new style of makeup.

• 6/30 NEED MALES! LAST DAY MY GRINDR PLEASEEE MESSAGEEE

Love and Admiration - SoGreatandPowerful

My Garden.

"TILL THE FEARLESS COME AND THE ACT IS DONE, LOVE LIKE BLOOD, A LOVE LIKE BLOOD"

I am Amlas, nothing more, Nothing else. Though you may know me better as my online alias "Beautifulmare64." Carbon dating says I'm well into adulthood, but the specifics are unimportant. I won't reveal my exact whereabouts for obvious privacy reasons, but I live in a small, grean house or elaborate brown library made by my own hooves, or neither of those, on the outskirts of a Little Town called "Plainview", If you've ever heard of it. That was sarcasam. Everyone knows about Plainview. I aim to rise at 9AM and settle at 8PM, However, as I am a horse, I sleep sporadically three hours each day, always standing up. My favorite flower is the petunia. My favorite MLP Generation is 3. That's all you need to know about my personal life.

THINGS THAT SUIT MY FANCY.

•My Little Pony

•Goth and Emo subculutres (No Posers!)

•Music; particularly Killing Joke, SoGreatandPowerful, Bauhaus, The Cure, Bam Bam, Alien Sex Fiend, The Cramps, Cardiacs, Wall of Voodoo, and The Subhumans.

•Gardening

•String Instruments

•Marching Band

•Bird Watching

•Poetry

•Classic literature

•Frightening Image

HELP HOW DO I TURN OFF CAPJS LOCK I WANT TO ADD MY QUESTIONS SECTION JIEHGHEELS HELP HELP BLOODY HELL HELp Oh.. "Caps Lock" does the trick. How do I remove This clutter, though? I can Do It la Ter. to self: Remove this.

Frequently asked inquiries.

"Aren't you grown? Why do you like My Little Pony?"

My Little Pony is hard for both adults and the little mongrels it's directed towards to understand- However, I alone, am the only one who has the brain capacity to comprehend such a media in full. It takes decades of mental training, toy purchasing, comic reading, movie, show, and special watching to truly understand even it, let alone get past the first original My Little Pony 1986 episode "The End of Flutter Valley."

"Favorite MLP ship?"

I've evolved past the need for "shipping." Besides, the word in itself is idiotic. Say "relationship." Use your words. I only pair characters together if I know they would tear each others bowels out in a rabid warfare.

"What type of powers do you have?"

None of your business. Go get a job.

"Why are you emo?"

I am Not emo. I never have been. Ugh, Goth and Emo are entirely different subcultures. "But Amlas! They're both Alt and gloomy, doesn't that-" Silence. Emo, rather, emotional hardcore is a musical genre defined by punk rock with emotional lyrics, particularly sadness or rage, and orginated in the 90's. Gothic hardcore is a musical genre that focuses on dark themes, such as macabre, and seeing the beauty in them despite that darkness, and originated in the 80's, with clothing directly inspired by gothic attire of 12th-16th century France- and Traditional Goth, which takes elements from punk with heavy, dark makeup, chunky boots, torn clothing, and fishnets. Learn some History. Good heavens, don't they Teach This In School? They should! Good riddance.

"The Horse Has Arrived"

? Yeah

"you're kinsa fine"

Hospital.

"Opinions on Plainview?"