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Thanks, Kyou!
You are my first visitor since August, so you get a cookie. I won't put a picture so it can be any kind of cookie you like.

A poem from the FLP:

My camera is broken,
Cracks splintering the glass.
Though this moment is perfect,
I can't make it last forever.
And the broken pieces
Make it harder to see.
I wish I could save this scene,
But now I can only wait
Until your face fades from my memory,
And I find myself wishing
That I could still see you smile.

Beautiful! But why can't the person just get a new camera? D:

Nicely done, the imagery is beautiful, and while it starts of fairly ordinary, the ending has an amazing embodiment of melancholia and longing.

Frank it's not nice to point out plot holes.

Amazing poems and drawings! Keep it up.

Beautiful! But why can't the person just get a new camera? D:

Nicely done, the imagery is beautiful, and while it starts of fairly ordinary, the ending has an amazing embodiment of melancholia and longing.

Amazing poems and drawings! Keep it up.

Ahhh, great to read some good poetry again. Beautiful poem, and like always i think your drawings are great.

Great new work, Tacky. I only spot one problem.
You never tell me when you add anything. Could you please tell me when you update this?

Nice work keep it coming mate

Ahhh, great to read some good poetry again. Beautiful poem, and like always i think your drawings are great.

Great new work, Tacky. I only spot one problem.
You never tell me when you add anything. Could you please tell me when you update this?

Nice work keep it coming mate

Sorry. D:
I forget, and I've been posting really sporadically anyways...

Woot. Four pages back. New record.

Teacher gave my villanelle back.

In the streets of Old Pompeii,
Where merchants stayed to work and die
The sky did rain with tears of gray.

Who could have thought that on that day.
Fire would pierce through the blue sky,
In the streets of Old Pompeii.

The hill that once gave them their shade
Spat out death from cauldrons high.
The sky did rain with tears of gray.

Some bent down to die and pray,
Severing their mortal ties,
In the streets of Old Pompeii.

Pressed down deep into the clay,
The ashes smothered their weak cries.
The sky did rain with tears of gray.

Their skeletons are here to stay,
And their stories with them still lie
In the streets of Old Pompeii,
The sky did rain with tears of gray.

Amazing poem Tacky, it was a pleasure to read, I must question the use of cauldron though, it seemed to break the flow.

I must question the use of cauldron though, it seemed to break the flow.

Thanks to wil and Kyou!

Now here are some sketches that I promised.

Here is a cup. I got a 9/10 on it. Darn.



Here are flowers. This is my favorite sketch.



Here is my friend who was drawing at the time. She kept moving so I apologize if the head is off.



And here are some dresses put together on Doodle with the help of Icy.

Oops. Two things didn't work out.





Will they work? Will they work?