Thomas' Art

Basically just a place for you to all read my ramblings of poems seeing as some of you seem to enjoy them. If I do get Photoshop or something similar, then I might start doing siggies and such as well, but that's not here yet. Also, the titles might just be made up on the spot... Titles and Names I'm no good at, the content in between is a different matter though, or so it seems.

Edit: I now have Photoshop! For those who want to see and skip my poems and such, a second post is used for all the signatures and stuff I made


There till the end
Try to change fate
Even just to another date
Death says it'll all be gone
But know we're standing strong
Things may not be going well
That's something we can tell
But know when you're in fear
We'll still be standing here.

Leukemia Poem
The Pain, the Pain it's there to stay
It's something they must go through
Day by Day, Hour by Hour
A fight, a wall they must get past
Yet every day some hopes are dashed.

None of us know what we can do
Hope and pray they'll tough it out
Find a way to push it out
We spend our lives waiting, praying and wishing.
We find a cure to help it all

They try their best, to fight it back.
But all it does is strengthen it's attack
We need a cure, we need it now
We need brave souls to give what they can
We need to help and give something back.

You see how kind these people are
Their eyes can shine brighter than any star
But their time is short, it could end now
Those forced to take their final bow.

Leukemia is cruel
It takes our loves
It takes our friends, who've done nothing to us
It takes those who have done nothing but good
It takes our saints who we never understood.
We need it stopped, we need it to end
We need to drive it round the final bend
Remove it's taint, remove it's pain
So that those who are left have more than just memories to gain.

Flame of Hope
These day everyone seems far too sad
Forgetting the good and remembering the bad
Perhaps there's reason, and for now there's time
After all the clock still has many chimes
But don't forget the grins and the smiles
As well as all of those friends you have on speed-dials
This is one hurdle, there's so much more

So much more fun and places to explore
So for now be sad, times are tough
But remember that no matter how much more it may get rough
That there's everything good yet to be
And you're the one that holds that key
That burning flame
That takes all the pain
and leaves us with the light and warmth
Makes the rest of the world morph
into the happiness that can be in that which mends
Those simple things you call you're friends.

Friends
Friends Now
Friends Forever
Friends in Health
Friends in War
Otherwise they wouldn't be
Friends at all

There when you laugh
There when you cry
There on your deathbed before you die
There through the hardships
There through the worst
There in the troubles
There in the times that you most need help

But best friends are so much more
No one would care if they;re short or they're tall
People know when they're near
They had better feel fear
'Cos there is a friend who will fight to the finish

They don't have to be near or at hand
They don't even have to be on the same land
They could if they would
They feel that they should
But they're not just there to lend an ear
Or be with you there just to shed a tear
They're there for a laugh and to just be around
Ignoring silence in it's dusty shroud
Their presence comforts you in the coldest of times
While ignoring time and it's distant chimes
Though you hardly notice them, they're not worth the hassle
You're all holed together in a fantasy castle

This is what these people are here for
To listen and trade with you secrets galore
They work like a charm
To keep you calm
And make the best from all that you've got.

Thomas's Stories

Right, these would be my stories, the main one I'm giving you isn't finished, in fact it's barely started, and is only a first draft. I got a second original in the making, though I've not actually started writing it. Well... I have, but not got any of it on hand, it's an idea I started after an English assessment, I got some drafts in my school book which I've got at home often, so let me know if you want me to put that up (Either tell me if we're in CB or over an owl, and I'll get it done, just don't want to be boring people.)

Caenleaf (Only name I could think of...)
It was a beautiful day in the small lakeside village of Caenleaf, the lake shimmered from the light of the warm sun, and the majority of the villagers, as usual, were going about their daily lives, working as either craftsmen or farmers, or as freighters for the outlying towns and other villages. Once again, as usual, Alex, Agatha, and William were going around the town either helping out or causing a ruckus. "Oi! You!" The villages bartender, David, roared at them in an attempt to make them clear off. As usual, they would shrug and move on, either helping in the shops or causing a scene, because that's the way they loved it, to just take it as it came, and look at the best part.

The sun eventually began it's quick descent over the village, winter, as is the usual sped the sun in it's decline and caused things to grow darker with each passing minute. Alex was sat at home, drawing sketches for mechanisms and plans for all sorts of things, his fathers house was on the outskirts of the town, rather odd for the mayor, but it serve useful at times, Alex supposed. Suddenly, he recognized the sound of clinking mail shirts and gruntings. He peered out of the window carefully, so to not be seen. Alex's Father, the self-proclaimed Mayor of the village, walked outside, the rest of the village looking out sneakily. Goblins. That's what was here. Why, Alex didn't know, but he aimed to find out. Grabbing his hunting bow and dagger, he crept outside, successfully remaining out of the Goblins eyesight. "Our Seers." One goblin, who Alex presumed was the "Martial" or physical head of the tribe began to speak. "Have told us of a Great Reckoning, and preceding it, came great theft. This theft has now taken place, our totem, has been rudely taken from us. We believe it, to be found here." he stated, eyes narrowing, anger beginning to seep into his features.

"I shall ask my fellow villagers then, for I cannot percieve who would dare take such a noble tribes artefact." Alex's father said, keeping his face calm and composed. "If you would please allow me?" He asked, and the lines of the goblins parted, allowing the Mayor to go past, he quickly started to go the houses, entering, speaking for a few minutes and then leaving. Alex began to get worried, and slunk back inside the house, if a fight broke out, then a house would be the better defensive position. Quickly before Alex began to watch, he grabbed a strip of cloth and tyed it around his forehead, in order to keep his bright blonde hair from getting in the way of his eye, he didn't want a mistake because he couldn't see perfectly. The next moment, Alex's father came back in, looking at his son with intense eyes. "Son. You must take all the food and water you can get from this place, we plan to evacuate immediatly, little by little, so the Goblins do not notice."
Alex let his confusion show. "B-But why?" Alex asked.
The Mayor shook his head. "Goblins, foul beings they are, will never listen to reason, their seers believe their artifact is hidden here, but it is not. This means they will attack us and burn this place to the ground at first notice." He said, while arming himself with a broadsword, with small daggers tucked into small pockets in his hose. "Are you ready?" He asked Alex. Alex nodded, having gotten a pack and arranged it so he could fit as much as he could into it.
"Then go, sneak out as well as you did before and no-one shall notice." He said, before steeping back outside. "My good goblin friends..." He began, before you could hear the crunch of mailed boots, but coming towards the town. Reinforcements? Alex guessed, while hastily setting traps around the house, nothing would get out without at least a few scars. A new voice then filled the silence. "We come for the necklace of Del-Fuller." The voice rasped, it appeared this was the Spiritual Head or "Shaman" of the tribe, and the Martial was either not there or unable to speak.

"Del-Fullar... You dare approach us, the mighty Al-Shular clan?" The Martial head of the first clan ground out.
"Al-Shular, are you responsible for the taking of our amulet? With these humans as your accomplices?" Alex saw the slight eerie green glow in the Shaman's hand, obviously this shaman was knowledgeable in the Entropic Arts as well as those of Foretelling.
"You dare play these false claims? Al-Shular has lost their totem, and you will be eradicated for your part in this." Before Alex could blink, the Al-Shular clan charged.
"Foolish..." The Shaman of Del-Fullar spoke, the glow leaving his hand, instantly withering one goblin. "You are weak compared to us! Attack my bretheren!" Carnage began to reign.

Alex gasped, and quickly sprinted towards the forest. Thankfully it appeared he had made the right choice, as he saw at leat ten others there, William and Agatha among them. "Thank the Creator you are both here." Alex said, between breathes.
"We have to move quickly, Caldurna is our best chance, it's fairly large, and while parts of the town are slightly seedy, they sould suffice long enough for the rest of us to settle with work." William said, who was forever the Cartographer. "That sounds right to me, Caldurna Market is the biggest in the area, it should be easy for those skilled enough to get mercenary work, the others can find other jobs, or they can move on to nearby cities, some have excellent centres of learning." Agatha added in.
"Agreed then? Yes." He said to the villagers, most of whom hadn't even been listening. "I said, Are we agreed?" Alex spoke louder, though he couldn't shout in fear of goblins finding them. Most villagers nodded, and with that they began their journey... One which would take few on a long one, to distant places and new experiences.

Well here's the START of the Photoshop art stuff, I realise it's not that good, but I'm proud for my first go

You Are not Obligated to use these, they're just there if you want them.

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Hey, can you make me a siggy?? My character's name is Haylin Grant and she's in Slytherin. She has curly shoulder length hair and and dark green eyes. Thanks!!

~Haylin~