Yukio's Forest Title:Yukio's forestPoem: #3Date: 21/4/08/MondayYukio;As her feet glide above the snowy ground;Her movement-svelte and graceful;She looks about the bulrush and aroundat the snowy trees, turned into dry-rot.She looks at all those lifeless beings that surround her.Yukio;A soul-less being- just like those surroundings;Her silver eyes-hazy and damp without any feelings;Her face, pale as the winter snowflakes that fall.Pale, like her cold hands, feet and skin: allhidden by her kimono-faded;Just like all those memories heldby that forest around her.Memories of a distant past, a storyof years and years ago,Winds
Magnolium Title:MagnoliumPoem: #6Date: 16/09/08 TuesdayShe walks towardsthe magnolia tree-Witheredby troubles.Her eyes disclose tears-Intens from herConstant miseries.She cries for her familyShe cries for herselfShe cries because she seesThe crocodile tears ofthose she once believed:Those she considered her own.She sits dow on the grassBeside the magnolia's trunk,Wilting away along with her tired soul.Her lips are paleLike winter's nimbuses.She prays for rain to wash awayHer cursed life.Her broken spirit scatteredLike the millions of stars above her.She looks at them-the nocturnal stars.Their sparkle
Black Roses Title: Black RosesPoem: #2Date: 05/02/08/TuesdayI see death and aversionFrom my window sill.I hide fom them;the influx of grim, inhuman feelings.Isee the goresfrom my body, flowingall the more;growing with my every breath.My hatred, timeless, grows;But it is still no matchfor the malevolent blows I recieved from my life.I watch the dry-rot beside me-Wasting away helplessly.Isee the holocaust from mywindow sill. I long for the halcyoncastelated by life and honour.So surreal;But now I am reduced to a mere cat's paw:Crestfallen and hushed up,Drudging along; meaninglesslyDragging my heart along.
Nightshade Poem: #7Date: 28/04/09 TuesdayHer body is frigid;Frigid and alone.She steps outside;Outside into the sun.The sun that warms her;Warms her with lightthat blinds her.Blinds her till she absorbsand then reflects.The sun burns her likea million torches set around.It renders her powerless butshe flees with little.Her body is not scorched.She steps into it-Into the moonlit balcony.The high balcony with the cool breeze.A dulcet breeze that clams.It clams her skin thatwas peeling away. It calms her nerves thatAre over-wraught with distress.The moon that glows brighterAnd the breeze that blows harder;
A Guide To Pencils I’ve mentioned before that Pencils are one of the mediums through which you communicate to others your thoughts in the form of art. The best thing about pencils would have to be the control and ease of use which is because we all use pencils nearly everyday or every month at least. Pencils are also basic as they are what you use to begin your artwork – remember outlines? Mastery of the pencil to designers would be like mastery of the Great Pen/Path Tool in photo-editing programs like Photoshop or GIMP. So in case you’re having trouble understanding them and their Grades, here’s my guide to help you get started:1. Com
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