I am currently working on
"The Princess Who Dropped Her Beads" so if you
wanna watch the process on that, i am online right now
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School is so dumb. Sorry i haven't been
posting anything, school has currently had me tied up with
my AP Chem and AP US History classes. I tried out for a play
but I didn't get the part so I will be teching for it, and
I will be trying out for the next school play "Taming of the Shrew"
and hopefully I will get a part. Really hoping things get less busy
in school so i can start uploading stuff for you cool people.




I wrote a little poem in my free time and i thought
you guys might wanna read it. So here you go. A poem done by me
titled Of Brush and Ink

A lonely young boy, blood of ink
Sit alone, in a corner
Too much time to think,
Of what he came from,
And what he will be.
Time went so slow
To sit around
And think upon nothing,
For he had no clue
From where he came,
Nor did he know what he would be,
But one thing he knew was the world
Kept on turning.
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A young girl, love of the brush
Full of imagination,
No need for lust.
She wrote everyday
Stories of life,
Then Found this young boy
Who was tired of time.
She held out her hand,
Lovely and kind,
And picked up the boy
Who was lonely and blind
To the life he could hold
In the world he knew
Continued to turn
Without me,
Without you.
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The boy then became
Best friends with the girl
Who frolicked around
Showing him the whole world
Not just from experience
But her stories of life
That showed emotions
Of happiness,
Sorrow,
And strife.
.....
Until one day...
Her ink
Had ran dry.
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The day it was gone
She showed
Her great sorrow,
The day it was gone
He showed it too.
Her lovely stories
Had given him life
Without her great stories
He wanted to die.
What the girl wrote
Inspired him only
And without her
He was dead
And so lonely.
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One day
The boy had returned
To the girl with some ink
She was so excited
She wanted to sing.
The girl thanked him
And wrote him a story
Then she turned to boy
And said,
"You'll never be lonely."
He smiled at her
And said,
"Use the ink slowly,
Because of your love
I give It,
To you only."
She laughed at the thought
And went back to writing.
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What she didn't know
Had hurt him slightly
For what he did,
Was prick for her nightly
His blood of dark ink
That looked nice
On paper.
She had used it
With haste
Like that
Of a raper.
----
All his blood
Had been used
For the stories
She spewed
With the ink
She abused
On paper
Infused
With her love
And his.
----
He ran out of blood
And had disappeared
It
Was something
She never
Wanted to hear,
It ran through her heart
Just like a spear
That someone
So dear
Was no longer
"Here".
--
Through out
Time
Her thoughts
Became clear
And she
Had forgot
He was
Ever
There.
-
But yet
He remains
In her Brush
With much Love.




Making Chibis, book marks, prints, and buttons
to hopefully sell at a future convention, so look forward
to seeing those uploads some time soon~


Check on my shout board for my art status
Maybe i could fit in a trade or something ~

Currently working on "Syaoran"
and "The Princess Who Dropped her Beads"