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This is something I wrote today. It's a little disturbing, but it's kinda, in a sense, romantic. Onwards.

Die a hero's death, eh?
Blood, blood, blood, blood.
They're asking me questions
I don't understand
but the blood tastes good
so that's okay
So why not?

Die a hero's death, eh?
blood, blood, blood, blood.
But you...
What would you have me be?
Do?

Die a hero's death, eh?
no, no, no, no.
you resist? why?

Die a hero's death, eh?
I cannot live a hero's life
We're too flawed
but the blood is warm
so that's okay

to die a hero's death?
no.
I'll live your life for

My latest drawings:

Hello!

I was bored.

Dragon boy in all his glory.

Nice.

I remember the time I was supposed to be walking home with my friends. I looked up from the machine I'd been playing and searched all around the arcade for them, only to find that they had abandoned me. Night had begun to fall, so it was my natural instinct to start walking home, no one to guide me, and my memory being my only guide. I had wandered around, trying to find a route that could lead me to my home, the night growing colder and the darkness enveloping everything around me. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as a walked those streets, my stomach crying out for food and my heart crying out for comfort. As I passed a wall covered in vines, I looked up and saw an orange growing on a branch over the wall. I reached for it, I jumped up and grabbed at it, I tried everything, and yet the orange remained out of my reach. Depressed, I soldered on, the city lights illuminating the empty park benches I passed, a cold wind sweeping up leaves and random litter, along with, what looked like the fragments of hope from my soul. Tears rolled down my face as I approached the bridge. I looked over the edge and down into the rushing riverbank below, my legs begining to lift my body over it. Then, as I looked into the moonlight reflecting off the water, memories came back to me. Memories of being held by someone close to my heart. Memories of crying while a dear friend comforted me with her words. Memories of playing a few games of Tekken with a pal of mine. At that moment, it came to me how much it would pain them to see me perish. At that point, all the pain and misery they would feel flooded my heart. At that point, I could hear their cries of despair echo in my ears. At that point, I stepped off the bridge and onto the sidewalk as tears trailed down my cheek. I then looked to the cresent moon and smiled, knowing that somwhere out in the world, there are people that truly do care about how I feel and what I'm going through. There are people that are willing to help ease my pain. There are people I can share a laugh or a tear with. Some of them I have met, and some of them I have yet to meet. And it is their memories that shall guide me home, and guide me to the places I am meant to go...

These are slightly clearer than the past pictures I've shown, because they're in pen and I have a better digicam, even though the s in my school won't let me use the scanner gonk . ninja

So, anyways,

Kazena

and

Umino Nakari. (Uni)

From my manga. They would have existed before the time of the RP that I created is going on. 3nodding

They're kinda old pictures, though, and I've changed some things about their costumes and stuff since then. sweatdrop

Hmm...very nice. Almost looks ready to be done in Photoshop.

And anything has potential, Chiku, it those that choose to carry it out that sell.

And by the way...

ARTISTIC CRITIQUES ARE ENCOURAGED IN THIS THREAD!

Thank you.

I have been talking recently to a girl from New York who managed to get her livejournal published. I read it and it was extremely entertaining, but at the same time it was just a livejournal so it was somewhat lacking in the creativity department.

So, in retaliation I have started an online journal/guide which I hope to get published (by hope I mean I will take no actions in getting it published). So, feel free to check out my gaia journal (or livejournal) as it is posted there. Your feedback would be much appreciated.

P.S. This is deffinatly not a "journal" and should be taken very tounge in cheek.

A sketch lately drawn for a friend of mine on Gaia.

I would be inclined to agree...

I also made art for a female friend of mine for V-day, but, because of circumstances, I cannot show you here. She might, however, since I sent her the original...

And I wrote this poem for my beloved...

I will travel the countryside, if it means a moment with you.

I'll swim the oceans and brave the tides, if it means knowing your embrace.

I'd give you the clothes off my back, if it meant you could stay warm a little longer.

I'd give up everything I would hope to achieve, if it meant i could be with you.

My love for you knows no county lines, and my loyalty to you knows no state limits.

It is to you I present this message, my beloved.