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The Me Project - IntroductionThe Me Project Goals:
1. To Help Others Find Themselves
2. To Delve Deep Into MYSELF
3. To Be Happy
1. At Least One of Each of The Following
Fiction or Nonfiction about the journey involved in finding and keeping oneself
In any sort of medium, as long as it is scannable.
.....c.) Seamstress Presentation in any format
Whether it be a new outfit for your wardrobe or a different kind of piece.
A picture to be taken for deviantart when completed.
Must follow some type of traditional pattern, whether epic, ode, or haiku.
This project is a journey into finding and keeping oneself. For all intents and purposes it is myself. Though I've seen who I really am once, it is now my duty to find it again and keep it.
Through this project I will express the person I am and how I fit into the world. The project will discuss things such as worldviews, morals, ideas, and how one can also find themse
Big Tobacco. The Monster is not in the stick."For some it's ugly but for some it's a sanctuary."
The putrid smoke fills the air around her, swirling with a strange majestic beauty, warm and light. The little red embers at the end of the slender cylindrical refuge comfort her as they keep glowing, though the night encompassing her feels especially dark.
She rides the blanket of feelings as the smoke encompasses her body, inside and out. Her lungs weigh heavy with the black tar, while her mind weighs heavy with a deep emotional scar.
With every drag she feels herself relaxing, trance-like, into a state of calm. Finally, she puts out her death stick and goes inside to her house, into her bedroom, and falls asleep.
My Eleventh Grade LetterDear Myself...
"Let me start off by saying I feel crappy"
As in dead, hurt, all too shabby
"I could ramble for awhile I guess"
Because from a person like me
I'd expect nothing less
"But you're still scared daddy will hit you"
Which is why you hole up in your room
Why you hide the truth
"They tried to get you into trouble that one time"
Not just with the teacher
But to every student as well your words weren't worth a dime
"Always had good instinct I guess"
Tis a shame you never used it
You would have spent less of your life repressed
This letter I wrote
to myself is filled to the brim with memories I spoke
only to myself in silent hushed tones
in my head, on paper, on invisible thrones
"Isn't it weird how time flies?"
Chronic Writer's Block Tick Tock
The hands go on the clock
I stare into space
to figure out these lines
Words are in my head
I know it
Trying so hard to be
Things just don't
want to jump
from my mind to the screen
listening to music
trying to get inspiration
it's all clashing
this nation which strives
that mindset ruins
my situation hurts
my family kills
I can't write
the words I mean
The scenes I see
won't appear in front of me
for my mind is required
to reach the literacy desired
lost I am
in this world of prose
wanting to write
and have read
my own means
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