New Drawing and Holiday Cheer.

After posting on here yesterday, I spent some time down in my art studio (the closet in my basement that I draw in,) and I did a new drawing! It’s certainly not my best work, but I had so much fun with it…

It was inspired by the characters Emmett and Bay from the ABC Family drama, Switched At Birth. (Yes, I know, I’m a dork. But I secretly love that show… It’s one of the very few television shows that I actually watch.)

I’m sorry the photograph of it isn’t great.

Anyway, drawing this picture perked me up. I enjoyed it. It was a challenge for me, because the reference photo was small and it lacked detail. But I decided to push myself and try it. As I mentioned earlier, it’s not my best, but it sure was a fun one to do.

 

Winter Blues.

I’m sad. And I don’t know why. I’ve felt this way since finals ended. It’s just weird, because I should be happy.

Maybe it’s because all of the commotion is over, and now it’s just so… QUIET.

My heart hurts.

I have a line from the song, “Leave the Pieces” by The Wreckers, stuck in my head. And it’s alright, yeah I’ll be fine, don’t worry about this heart of mine… Just take your love and hit the road…

Um, I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry that this post was pretty pointless, though I must say, it cheers me up a little to blog.

What helps cheer you up? Please feel free to leave a comment, if you have nothing better to do…or you’re procrastinating on all that you have better to do…

 

End-of-Semester-Madness and Anne Frank

I’m off for the winter break. Alas, the madness is over for now (or so I hope.)
These past three weeks have been ridiculous. For awhile there, I believed that it was the beginning of my crack-up. But no, it’s not quite time for that, yet.
So, here I am, writing a new post. Yay.
…But for real, yay. I should be happy because I have been given a new day, oxygen to breathe, a heart that beats, all of my limbs, a bed that I’m sitting on at the moment, a roof over my head.
It’s a good day.
So, I’m not going to complain about the madness of these past few weeks. In the eloquent words of Anne Frank, “I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.” (I found that quote yesterday and loved it. Anne Frank amazes me…)
(Disclaimer: I am in no way comparing my life struggles to Anne Frank’s. I just like the quote.)

Anyway, it’s winter break and finals are over, so I have more spare time! I have a couple of art projects that I need to work on. One in particular is my Sylvia Plath drawing. I’m almost done with it and I’ll probably post a photo when it’s complete.
I’ve just started work on a new writing project, too. It’s basically Camille’s back story. (Camille is one of my two characters in my attempted one-act that I wrote last spring.) Wish me luck with that… (I hope I didn’t just jinx myself by blogging about it.) Anyway, if anyone is remotely interested, maybe I could post an excerpt from the story, one day? All you have to do is ask.

Well, I suppose I will conclude this with another quote from the incredible Anne Frank:

“I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.”

(Gotta love Anne Frank…)

 

 

 

 

“Pretty” by Katie Makkai

I’m not generally a huge fan of slam poetry, but I adore this video. It’s a little weird at first…but keep watching, if you have two minutes to spare. This spoke to my heart, so I wanted to share it…

Help me.

I’m not enslaved to your silence, but it feels as so.

I stripped down to my bare-boned soul and  flesh. You took the first bite, and I gave it willingly.
I gave until you had your fill.

I am that girl…

 

You Little Tease.

When all is said and done,
(as it is now)
you drag out the silence.

Well, you’ve seen it all and you’re full to the brim. Sitting fat and happy.

Your carnal desires have finished me off, now it’s just time to wait to die.

I hope you know you left me empty.

Boys will get what they want, and they’ll take what they take.
(I was your table scraps.)

I’m sorry I’m not her.
She was always your first-time indulgence, wasn’t she?
I’m surprised that you remember back to your pre-teenage glory.

But I suppose I got everything written in the contract.
(Girls that play with fire, get their fingers burned.)

Still, I call you a glutton.

Keep stealing.

Used up and Thrown Away.

Once you’ve seen it all, you’re done. Well, I’ve opened up my world, and I’m afraid you’ve fallen in.

I knew you didn’t care, but, honestly, did I either?

I wanted the whole world resting on my hips.

Even after all that glory, darkness falls again.

I am a glass bottle… Not so shatter-proof, easily recycled. Recycled. Recycled. But only if there’s luck.
I am a piece of trash.

Well, I’m used.

Now you’ve grown awfully bored, yawning in the presence of my skin’s sallow glow. All-revealing, all vulnerable.

You’ve seen it all, heard it all, touched two-hundred before me. Tasted everything forbidden.

I stepped in a minefield.

Walking on egg shells, cracked from the very conception, my dangerous idea.

I was never so disillusioned that it would be perfect, just something better than this.
Is it because I’m a girl?

Well, I’m emptied clean, nearly. But even so, I long for your touch.
Oh, how the emptiness rings again.