Look at her art.







U HAVE TO LOVE IT.

lol I'm bored and yeah. If you do happen to have any questions you can ask them here.


Blackhoof


Clementine

<sub>Lulz dis pic is oooollllddd. I didn't skan it because I always wanted to ink it.
But I don't want to risk messin' it up...so until I get a sharper pen then I may ink it.
: (

:l</sub>

Stopped Waiting
[Rebel]
............


<sub>Like night couldn't have come any earlier. And the rolling whistles of old trains,
and things that fell of them could sing threw my head. Police sirens howl at there mighty hunt. And our little field silenced it all out. Just for us and no one else. We sat on top of our rebel, our peak. We howled at the moon and cracked our jokes. And it was as if the world had stood still for a night that was never thought to come.

Every echo that came from the forest beyond was a reminder of our existence. Every dance was a reminder of our troubles. Every shake of a voice was our souls crying out for more. And at our rebel, and our peak. The world was ours, we bought it.

World will bring us trouble. And we look up to the sky, watch the morning clouds blow sweet kisses from god to help us get through. We could easily jump of our rebel, but we stand. World will bring us sadness. We will find a way to get through it. World bring us anger. Age may help us control it.

Night came early. Rolling whistles of wind. And here we sit. On our peak, our rebel. Blowing
sweet kisses to the ones who know that night is for only the ones who sleep.</sub>


2
[The Blue Window]
............

<sub>Rain fell through the air, and soon simered down and the sun whipped butter along our feild. In the window, that we stared out of to veiw our confused world, we did a foolish thing. Butterfleis and caterpillars danced around us and handed us our games.

We joined the fun. We joined the foolishness, truly we weren't entirly aloud. Dancing.</sub>

Why no one Remembers
_{Solitary Silence comes and
Floods your mind with cloudless memories
Lil did I know that soon
you would admire them just
as much as the trees do
Shaking like a deing leaf
Swallowing all your greif
come to me child and we will all
be forgotten
Never thought I would come out
Never knew you wouldn't
scream & shout
Come with me we shall slowly
swallow our sorrows
Breaking little at a time
Shaking roots, Fixing time
Slowly forgeting we aren't alone now}



More than you would like to know
_{Poor wicked Child
Fallen in your own plans
Breaking down your trees
undeing breath
Leaped when had the chance
But when you unfolded
the truth
You couldn't understand
Now were Losing
Now were creating
Truth be told
some people know more than we can
understand}



Clementine's Ballad / Why we are not suprised when our heroes fail
_{Walking never
seemed so hard to
do
once I layed my arms arround you
This feeling is like winter
When every thing started to turn blue
I could still see right threw you
Bleading from your own scars
Childlike wishing is far
to endless
far to deep for
me
Never thought
I had to say
Please just go away
My brother I hope you will find forgiveness
even though you never really
needed it
Take me with you when you leave
Cause I know now
That you are not
the only one that bleeds
Take me with you when you decide to
leave}



[=#70DBDB][=12] Trash that wasn't trash bu

November
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What you see, is your last chance, your last breath, your last day to stand up and face the music. Hear the encore, and take your bow. It will be your day, it will be your last. Will your story be told on, like the trees in May and June. Or will they wither and fall....in November.... Will your picture be in the history books, but no one knows your name? Just another picture in the book, another child, or adult, or senior. Remembered, like the trees in May in June, and forgotten in November...

you came back to me all that was left was your remains. I was trying to save you from this weather but I can't always be out there to stand with you in the weather. It's too cold outside, and I must have been too seelfish to keep you alive. I'm sorry, but theres other trees out there. Your one tree. One tree in this huge forest.

You layed in you box wings spread, but you looked cold. I covered you up with a blue towel, and left you too your rest. The tears of rain clouds were like drugs, the burned and tapped in my head keeping me from knowing what happened when I was asleep. I slept, I awoke. I checked on you, I picked you up. Your wings spread, your necked snapped....I held you higher, the cloth was around you, and you looked like christ himself...

[center] 11-18

Porch
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She carried the weight of the world yet she rocked in her chair, listening to the coo of the morning dove, that dared to sing in the afternoon. She listened to the swish of the tail of her Russian Blue. He was outcasted, and because of his feeble attempt to try to return to his family, he was left with wounds. His most signature was his left ear, ripped off months ago. Then he met the girl on the porch, and everything changed.

There house, was a small Victorian designed house that had lost it's touch a long time ago. It's blue color faded to grey, smooth wood turned to brittle splinters. But the house had history, her history. It was only 3 years ago since that cloudy day....

The girls tune. Outside her window, as she washed the dishes, there was a deer. A doe, her pelt white her eyes had a shine like no other deer. The deer was her freind, they walked amoung the snow in the black barked forest.
Everything around them was dead, but they were alive. And the ice to them was nothing but sweet happyness. The white doe, also had more freinds. Two, and they too, had a white pelts. The girl walked with them, resting her arms on there shoulders.

<sub>This was the very first time I had seen a fog. And least from what I remember. I wasn't frightened, nor did I feel the same chill my brother may feal. But instead I felt comfort. But however, I suppose being with my brother has even turned me, the most happy of souls into a slow, downtrodden doe. And for reasons I am unsure of? I don't think it's a stag that is missing in my life, and I do not think it is only the ups and downs of my brother.

I think it's pitty. I don't know for who, or what. Maybe it's myself, or maybe it's someone else but in a way I do feel sorry for someone. My once strong apathy to sorrow I suppose for once in a sort time turned on me? In a way I know in my gut I shouldnt't feal sorry, but I do. And I also feel bad about it in strang ways? I can't actually write it, or say it to anyone, and I definatlly don't know what you would call it. It's like a bottum less hole almost, and it's strange.

...But, any way. To me the fog isn't as spooky as it turns out to be. I've seen scary things than wolves and such. It's better to live in fog than in darkness ....

I remember two deer running in the backround of the fog...one I had seen before, the
other simi familiar. Just a little signature part of my day, no?

... I feel sick ....</sub>

[center]


Blackhoof
Fool on the Hill


[sub] | Writtings |
* This is Blackhoof's small
sanctuary of writting. He writes alot. And although
most are old. He will tuck them into this small little spot. Oldest to Youngest*
Punishment
Seaside
Apostrophize
Falling into Fall
Stags don't let your...
Blue is for Bodies
:/
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| Drawings |
[=#4A708B] * Blackhoof enjoys his drawings.
And enjoys the drawings of others that are given to him.
So he stores it here, and will visit the drawings when ever
he has the time : p. Youngest to Oldest *
Summer
The Younger Man
Gasp
Rainy
Blackhoof
Um
True Deer
Go back to Sleep