Devious Journal Entry

Hey guys. I know you may all think I'm dead but I'm not... yet.
The thing is, it's crunch time over here. Exams, exams, exams, exams. Oh did I mention... exams?
ALSO I've been working on this BIG art piece. It's huge and I'll post it when I'm done. I'm still in the process of working down through my commission list.
Sorry It takes like forever. I found out that some of my dA notes are not sending and I was upset, found out it was plugin's fault and fixed it.

When all this is over, when I turn in my final projects, I'll come back stronger than ever and spam all your inboxes with goodies. I decided that I no longer want to post EVERYTHING I do, just the best.
Bear with me?
Thanks.
Sending over lots of love.

Oh and no I haven't forgotten, to my fellow people who talked mango last journal post, here's a little feature for you.

Gotta love those Crafts!


This commissionee of mine to whom I owe loads writes beautiful poetry:
Move AlongWe've watched it end,
Seen the cliché reality descend
Into a grimy realisation.
I know now the 'light'.
How we keep treading on and on,
Forgoing the weakness.
Sometimes it's not okay-
Those same times we might fall,
Or rise into delirium;
Sparing our sanity
Instead of facing it head on
With a sword and shield.
But I will stay here.
Holding out my hand to others,
Like an angel of the peace.
Just reach out to me
So you can be anchored down,
Tethered to life itself.
When it's not okay-
We'll keep walking down the road,
Worn feet or none.
Because hope is hope,
And we'll carry it like a flame
Across stormy waters. EndlessSilence pumps into an empty heart,
Starting the erratic beat up and rushing-
Flailing with relish and uttering cries,
Fresh and simple sounds unheard:
Gasps, wracking gasps to the throat
As I choke on the cold gale trying
So hard to wrestle away death.
The air breathes life to my lungs,
Filling a soul with lavender and spice;
I become a torrent of pure clarity,
Cruising like a shooting star-
Across the beams of pure vibrations,
Elated and flowing with the voices
Of a great many whispering ancestors!
With my palms spread, arms extended
Like the wings crafted upon my back,
I am flying forwards and upwards;
Invisible to the minds of the world,
But still here in the hearts of time,
Imprinted with the overlapping  songs
As a first class stamp to ambiance. Hold MeDon't you see the misery
Inside my delicate smiles?
I'm playing hide and seek
With myself;
You're not looking for me
Anymore.
I've waited so so long
For you to find me-
I never knew that you
Stopped trying
And started giving up on
Who I am.
The sun sets and I go cold.
No one's there to
Hold my trembling at bay.
I'm going to collapse
And break.
I'm lost.
I'm gone.

Fellow Watcher!
UnamedThe breeze bend the trees and blew the grasses the sun climbed higher into the sky as noon approached steadily. There in a plain small meadow, 3 kits tumbled and played. A little Brown kit, swiped at his sisters Small gray ears, Another kit a small black one. Tried to catch a huge glossy Gray tail, "Go play with your siblings Night not with my tail" said a sweet voice the kits knew so well.  She put her paw on her tail to hold it in place and straightened the crooked tip, Night nodded. He ran to play with his younger siblings. "Hey quit messing with my ears Hawk" the small gray cat said, she licked her paw and straightened her ear. Night stared at Hawk, then he pounced on him and they tumbled hard as they started rough housing. The little gray kit shook her head and walked to her mother. They both had the same shade of gray, with a silvery tinge to the tips of their fur. "You know toms Lily, They just fight all they want." The Gray cat said. Lily sighed. "If only they could p

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