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Don't you just hate it when you try to upload something and it fails or whatever? Cause that just happened to me. :P LOL

Game Designing

      Some of you may know that I used to do a lot of game designing, and though I don't do a lot anymore because the program I did it with kinda broke, I was able to finish one game and post it online. You can download it from here: Swim With The Fish
      The controls for playing the game are as directed on the download page.

      Enjoy! (Hopefully I programmed it right. :P Sorry about the poor looking graphics, too; I didn't really spend a lot of time on this game. LOL)

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Ever wondered why people don't post stuff like this on their blogs?

The Issue With Corners

Just around the corner there is something I cannot see—because it's around the corner. It's silent. All I can distinguish is the shadow, and it makes me more scared than I ever have been before. I don't know what shines the light. But I can tell that something blocks it. I'm not going to get up and look around.

Fly at Trial

A fly is finally given a just trial

Giving

Cute Froggy

Two sketches that didn't turn out how I wanted them to

Of March

March will march on

Until all ideas are gone.

At which point, I'm sure

The time will stay pure

and move into April.

Youth and Change

I am like a place in the wilderness.

Small plants may die and others may grow,

But there are still the rocks and the earth, which define me.

Finally, when the roots of the trees have claimed their soil,

And when the storm has done all it can,

I will have grown into something that few can change.

Until then, understand that I am still young.

Two Clocks

Two clocks tick together;

Never really knowing whether

They should ask about the people

Who ring the time from churches’ steeple.

They yell, they ding,

But still, the thing

That makes them ask

is why our face is but a mask.

Earth's Tunnel

You are not 

the light at the

end of the

tunnel, You are 

He who wakes

me from my

nightmare. I did not search for You, for I was not aware of your presents;

I was asleep and could not wake from that dream. And when I awoke,

You told me my task and commanded me to wake the others from their 

dreams, which they

wish to hold 

on to. I asked 

You to give me

 a name so I

could tell them

who awoke them.

But You said 

with a gentle voice

that I must wake

them in Your name.

That Name is the

most precious light

in the world.

A Short Lesson in Latin

Your footsteps wander, | and that’s Latin for “hello”.

My thoughts have pondered | words you’ll never know.

I Know

I see your eyes and wonder who else is watching;

perhaps a thought is seeing through you. 

It is impossible to know

for the two globes look like your own,

but they’re such a deep brown

that anything could be hiding in the caverns behind;

I know I must have made you so cold

 and now ask if there is anything I can do

 to make a change.

You know I would feed my heart

 to the flames if it would warm you.

Legends of Last Summer

Tales of string and teapots colored orange

Pools of leaves and solid hair-dos

Rusted grates and tiny hammers

Flashing water and lots of bread

Red splotches and gray lawn chairs

Spilled cracked wafers of green potatoes

Bow-ties with eye-balls and Mario, too

Table crumbs and dying flies

College noodles and ringing bells

Five o’clock the thing that tells

Bitter tea and jelly knives

Flaky salt and mirrored face

Crumpled paper and reddened blinds

Tickled stream and dropping plastic

Woolen knitwear and hair spray

Clear handles and sharp spoons

Biking pixels and hot chocolate

Creamy coffee and cotton socks

Prince’s buttons and yummy stuff

Warm chocolate in clay glass

Eight hotdog buns in pickle juice

Swimming pool in green slime

Angry child in red van

Shiny shovel in old garden

Purple flower in empty field

Dark coal in train cars

Sour stumps in tumbling hills

Dragon clouds in toad pies

White water in tin bottles

Red brick in fifth flag

Refracted light in tinted glass

Cannon smoke in misty air

LEGO Sunday in sunny skyes

Furry feet in noodle pies

Eraser dust in 2-D planes

Sour apples in my mouth

Loud sound in black piano

Purple bands in stretchy leather

Painter's Hat

I am, myself,

         a painter’s hat;

         I see the models he draws,

    but yet,

I am so high,

         lopsided on his head,

And I’ll never know

              why he paints in black.

Another Dragon

Like the Hyena Dragon, this originated in my math book. :P :D

Defender Of Minecraft

      Yup, that there is me all right. :D


      Edit: I added the epic darker image as a replacement for the lame one with the glowing text. :D Enjoy!


  --Todd

Old Page

         The other day I started making a piece of paper in blender, then I decided to write a bit of poetry to put on it. Its not really worth reading, but you can read it if you want. ;)

         Enjoy! :D