Im faster than the wind
When I run
Im a blur in your vision
If you cross paths with me
Im afraid you will loose
For I always win
And I am very competitive
Do your best of course
But do not expect to much
Just becareful of the dust
That I leave behind
And I will await you at the finish line.
Holding the trophy
With a smile on my face.


( random poem for sonic)

In this room
With only silence as company
I have to say
I do not enjoy this feeling
This feeling of abandonment
There is no where to run
No where to hide
Why did you let know
How it felt to be lonely
If I had surrendered my heart
Would it have made a difference
I cant take it
All I hear is my voice echoed back
All I see is me
Here alone
Yes your free
But Im thinking maybe
I should have kept you here
Body and soul
Why did you turn away
And leave me alone
What did I do to deserver this?
If this is a test I must confess
Im failing miserably.
My hand is twitching torwards the phone
My will slowly fading
Second by second
I swear Im trying
But did you have to leave
And make me suffer here alone.?
If you get this message please come over.
I miss you so
I dont want to be here alone.

[center]He was there. Waiting for them. They would come and go: just like the little flys that would rest in him. Every time he talked, flys would come out of his mouth like a river. Some say he was made from filth itself, while others think the gods made him to "guide" lost souls, he fed on them instead.
His body was a home to filth, the smell was deadly, yet foolish little fawns still chose to come closer.

Curiousity can kill even the most mature adults in this forest. He waited, waited patiently for them to come close enough. The small bodies fell to the ground like bees that get attracted to the sweet powder in the flowers. One by one, they fell. Bowing. Smiling. Screaming for help. For their mother to come and save them. Blood, was then followed by death.

No life in his eyes, no warmth of his skin,no beating of his breast. His soul, as empty and dark as the night. He laughs at the blows of antlers and satisfaction lites up when the mother finds its child, crying for thier fawn that fell a victim to this monster. For eternity, he walks in this forest: wanting to get out.

A fawn approached him slowly, not too far away. As he got up, it was obvious this demon was not a normal sized deer. Watching, the small creature bowed politely at him. The gesture was not returened, he simply turned a blind eye to it and motioned for it to go away. For the first time, he spared one's short life. Now it was the fawns choice : should it ignore the warning it would die and be devoured into darkness, eaten by flies first. Leiwitz did not eat first, the flies did. The little one looked around its surroundings : by the time it sighted the flies and strench coming out from his mouth as he breathed heavily, silently. It quickly moved away from the big demon and ran off to its brother.

My mind is like one who is blind
gaining vision after decades of unabridged darkness.

How much more vibrant the world is.
Before,
your mind tries to piece things together
without seeing them.

I have never known of ripples in the pond.
Nor able to place an image to the word
bird
or my own
reflection.













Do the blind dream?


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Ha (:
I am not very good at writing, but I like to write.

Time period 1854

They say my duty is to the farm,and that one day Ill marry.But first I must learn how to keep a house. They say the Indians are savages,but I disagree. I say they were here first. And they are somewhat wiser than us.You can call me a renegade or a rebellious girl. But some just call me Anna.
Im 16 and I live in Missouri on a farm with both my parents,and my two brothers Ted 9, and Mike 19.
We are not the only peolpe here. Some like us live in cabins along this countryside. Others live in the fort that is necessary for supplies. But the Sioux are also abundant in these parts.

Chapter 1
A beginning of something Different
These days seemed unreasonably hot or was it because I was standing in ther open right under the sun? Who really new. Weeding was not a tough but a bothersome job to due. The sound of hooves pawing at the ground made me stop and look up. It was my black stallion Midnight causing the rucus. Wisping over to him I gently cooed him. " Easy boy its ok" stroking him along his neck seemed to ease him. I was curious as to what caused his behaviour but I knew the boy were fishing. And dad was gone on a trip with mom. Puzziling as it was I soon found my answer as I looked the same direction Midnights attention was at. What appeared to be a Sioux boy around 10 was walking torwards me. I noticed a slight limp on his right leg indicating he was injured."Hello " I called out but I received no answer. Before the boy could reach me he fell on the ground. Running to him I put my hand on his forehead it was blazing. Taking both his arms I dragged him into the house,because he was to heavy to carry. I managed to get him in my bed, with some difficulty. I examined his right leg with care. Discovering something like a bullet had grazed his calf.

Name:Sherry
Siblings:Arrow (Ryuuwolf)
Herd:In one
Age:Doe (16 or so)
Gender:Female
Personality:Funny,Nice,Caring,Adventoures,Smart,and kind of a coward
Parents:Unknown

Moma this is your daughter writing
Youd never guess my answer right
So ill give it to you straight
Moma I fell in love
Some might think hes strange
But I like him just the same
He might look ordinary
But to me he looks handsome
Hes not what you would have expected
The person to win your daughters heart
He has little money
Of which to speak
He lives in a small cabin
Away from civilization
Yet Im as happy as can be
Every time we look at one another
We smile
Im lost in his eyes
That are the gateway to his soul
His laughter is like my medicine
It cures my sorrow
Hes not the some one you would approve
For he has no money
Or a fancy job.
But mama hes the one I love
I can not say Im sorry
But please accept that we are getting married
Because he is the one I love Moma.
And I hope one day that you will understand.

Shroud was never a stag to talk much. Some say he was always, 'shroud'ed in mystery.
No-one ever quite understood that strange, young deer. He would remain quiet until the touch of winter filled the forest.
He would never laugh and dance with other deer. He would never gallop and spring about, flicking his back legs up in the air. He would just ...
sit and,
watch.

Spring:

His pelt is that sleek , blue black with a white under belly. His face is of a deer, remaining always thoughtful. On his head are two bumps for antlers, the beginning of the antlers growing.
If a deer approached him , he would turn his back and walk away. If they followed, he would stop and sit down. Wait, for them to leave.
He loved to spend his time listening to the birds. Watching the young rabbits with their kittens hopping about the burrows.
His favourtie spot was under the willow, by the pond.
There, he would look out into the distance. If a fawn approached him and sat down, or begged him to play, he seemed to ingore them, or, he would turn and just walk away.
Not a word was whispered from his lips, not even a sound as he stepped.

Summer:

His pelt seems darker in colour and shines a little brighter in the hot sun. The two little bumps have grown into the next stage. Two black antlers jut up from his skull, they curve in the middle. Although they look small the healthy gleam and texture indicates they are tough.
Shroud now would start to make more sound. He moved around a lot more.
On the brightest, most colourful of days he would introduce him self to several chosen deer.
Two or three. Never more.
When he had performed his regal bow he would trot with them , sometimes even run.