First of all, apologies for my long absence; I haven't had any creative pieces to speak of in such a long time. Even now, I am still without my flare for poetry. Perhaps I left it behind as a matured, or perhaps creative inspiration is just around the corner?

Creativity or no creativity, I would like to let you know about my new business in website development. I'm not bad at designing websites, but I do not judge my work to be good enough to call myself a web designer. Instead I call myself a web developer. I provide website programming services to design studios.

However, I intend to test my design skills by uploading as many website designs (and hopefully other creative pieces) as I can, and I look forward to hearing what you think of them, and more importantly; what they are missing.

So keep your eye out for new deviations; I really appreciate your feedback.

More updates as they happen,
James

Well guys; I'm finally organising the first of what I hope to be many photoshoots. With the help of the vampirefreaks.com classifieds, I have found a model in Wolverhampton. If all goes well, I'll be heading down to meet her by train, then we will be doing one or more photoshoots.

We have yet to decide on the themes for the the photoshoot(s), but it's likely to be some form of alternative style. I am spending the whole £60 that I have on this photoshoot; it only costs £20 return on the train, but I decided to offer her the rest as payment for the shoot.

Despite the rather large expense, I don't intend on making any money from the photos; I am doing the photoshoot purely for experience and to start a portfolio.

I feel like I love her too much,
I don't ever want to leave her,
Every day without her is a day of my deppression,
I bet it scares her,
For me to be so obsessive,
It scares me too.

I don't want to annoy her,
But I don't want to live a day without her,
I'm aways trying to be with her,
Seems she needs her time alone,
I cry every night for her,
While she sleeps content.

When has love been so great that it hurt this much?
It is pain inside me;
It swells every second I'm without her,
If I lose her it will consume me.

I thought I was fearless,
But it seems me fear is loneliness;
The thing I thought I loved so long.
I feel so vulnerable,
To know I'm not immune,
So defenseless.

I'm sure this poem scares her,
Which hurts me even more,
Now she knows the real me,
And I know she doesn't like it.
She just doesn't want to hurt me.
Just like I haven't wanted to hurt others.
I couldn't blame her, for doing what I've done myself.
I did it for her,
And she'll do it for someone else.

I can't believe I'm saying this,
I can't believe myself,
It all leads back to my own self hate,
The thing I hate the most.

Sorry once again for abandonning my deviantart work. I have finally discovered my own little nick in the world of anime. While experimenting with anime, I created some unussual alien-like anime characters. I have scanned the images, but I want to clean them up with flash before I upload them. As I only have access to flash at college, it will be at least Friday before I can finish them.

Hopefully these characters will become my own unique style. And if I start writing comics for Brad's new site, they will probably be my characters.

Okie dokie people, hopefully I'll have those pieces uploaded soon, hope you like them,
Minky

Just when I think I've made up my mind,
She bursts back into my life.
I want her,
But can't have her.
I could have another,
But I want her.
She knows it,
And she taunts me with it.
I try to block her out,
I move towards her,
And she moves away.
I try to leave her,
And she follows.
She is a mirage;
She is the horizon;
No matter how much I chase her,
I don't get any closer.
I am chasing my own shadow,
And I know it,
But I cannot let it go.
I chase what I know I will never catch;
Along the path I have passed,
So many a possibility,
But none can compare,
To what she hides from me.
I am the fish on her hook;
She reels me in and lets me go,
But as I reach my freedom,
She reels me in further.
I am nothing but a toy,
Her entertainment,
Just another object,
Feeding her cruel heart.