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.

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 *

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! :)

The Childhood Project: Nine

Drawing: Me Idea: Me Poem: Me

You said, Liar liar,

I would never!

And she cried,

And cried,

And cried.

How can you not find yourself guilty?

When a girl age nine,

Look you deep in the eye?

Drawing took about 6 hours using china ink and  goldfaber HB pencil.

~ Mariann Waters ~

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