The Childhood Project: Twelve

Surprise, surprise! I know I said the project was on hold, but I've been struck by motivation to draw multiple things last week. So I thought I could slip in a part of TCP!

Enjoy!

Drawing: Me Idea: Me Poem: Me

I thought it would end it,

Turns out I would've obscure it.

Nobody would've known,

What a traitor,

Betrayor,

Backstabber you were.

It could've been over for me,

Finally.

At peace,

Oh! What tranquility of mind.

But I've let the knife fall,

And started to point it at you instead.

Run, dear,

There's an army facing you.

Upcoming Project!

Hello, Hello!

As y'all know, the last post I made on here was about The Childhood Project. 

I was supposed to post one drawing, accompanied with one poem, every Sunday. 

Sadly, a lot of things happenned and made me think much less of the project. I slowly started to forget about it and work on another, bigger project. I felt like I needed to share it with you guys since I talked so much about T.C.P (the childhood project). I'm not saying that the idea is gone forever, but at least for now it will be on hold.

The project I am working on at the moment is far from finished but I am confident it will be, around November ^.^ It is an art piece I thought about doing for some time now to add decoration to my room. I thought I could give you a snipped of the project to make your mouths water a bit ;)

Here it is!

It is the size of a pretty big poster, but you'll see better once its finished.

At least its starting to look like something!

Tell me what you think in the comments if you have anything to say about this preview :)

Thanks for reading!

✿ Mariann W.

The Childhood Project: Eleven

Drawing: Me Idea: Me Poem: Me

Aged eleven, she lost her pride.

Oh she just wants to hide,

Hide all the pain away,

Carry on the holiday.

Her tears are gold,

At least thats what she was told.

You are strong, so strong,

You must carry on.

Carry on the holiday.

Fairy lights,

Christmas tree,

Snowman reaching heights,

T'was fifteen past three.

Carrying a shield,

She thought she was safe.

He ripped it apart,

She lost her faith.

But carry on, carry on,

Carry on the holiday.

You are strong, so strong,

Just forget this day.

So sorry this was a day late! I worked until late yesterday night and couldn't post anything!

Thanks for reading! :)

~Mariann Waters *

Midweek Doodle: Self-Portrait

Drawing: Me Idea: Me

Im lacking serious inspiration these days so sorry, no poem for today (U__U)

Im working on this sunday's post, The Childhood Project but I really hope I can have something decent for you guys! argh! Art is no easy thing~

I gotta go back to work! The drawing for the project isn't whats really difficult for me, its really just the writing part! But I'll figure something out :3

Stay tuned! xx

Mariann Waters *

The Childhood Project: Ten

Drawing: Me Idea: Me Writing: Me

A girl age ten, looking in the mirror, 

realizing that if they didn't hear it, everything would be fine.

Life would continue its course and none of this would happen.

''Im just a faker'',she tells herself. 

Nothing of this is real. Nothing of this has to be real.

She speak softly, ''they don't need to hear it''. 

She prays sweetly, ''please, don't make me say it''. 

I'll forget, as years go by, 

and everything will be fine.

Im too weak to speak.

My voice is too soft.

They won't believe me.

They never do when i talk.

Im only ten,

my problems are not valid.

They're not real,

because im only ten.

I know nothing,

because im only ten.

I should listen to him,

because im only ten.

Im only ten! 

So many good things yet to come

 Im just a faker right? 

So nothing of this is real. 

~Mariann~                                               Thanks for stopping by! :)