It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
armies march in time,
shouting and stamping
into Vietnam swamps
with booming voices
and dirty boots.
a soldier can't keep up,
falls to the side in tall jungle grass
and vomits out his homesickness
into the damp shrubs.
grenades crescendo
while the American girl
giggles and taps her nails
on the grimy paint of the bar,
chewing the toothpick
of her martini.
outside, leaves curl into mulch,
and summer shrivels
like a rotting pea pod.
When I was six years old,
I decided I wanted to
eat the moon.
Mom with her pink frayed bathrobe
and tired eyes
told me to go to sleep,
that I had school in the morning.
Dad with his stacks of books
and prickly beard
told me that it was impossible,
the moon was too distant.
Well, guess what?
I ate the fuckin moon.
And it was delicious.
Bitches can't tell me shit,
I'll eat the fuckin moon if I want to.
she's eight.
the girl never stops moving,
climbing the tarnished metal
of the jungle gym
wildly, limbs swinging,
eyes alight
with a childhood joy
I shed when I passed
the port of twelve,
thirteen.
she is knotted curls,
long silken hair
with infant-blond ends.
her fingers grab
her doll with the frizzy hair
and painted face,
and she's eager to win
hide-and-seek,
checkers,
Mario Kart.
I am old enough
to recognize
that she will not last this way,
that she will grow,
as all children do.
every time I see her,
she grows a little taller.
she no longer likes Dora,
I've learned,
and I guess she thinks
blowing bubbles
is too babyish now.
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yeah, the title is self explanatory.
i actually sing sometimes (a lot) ! and i am planning to record a few covers to put on my facebook page, hopefully before the summer is over.
my question is: would anybody be interested if i shared them on here as well ?
:heart:
this journal is for everyone who i need to do commissions/gifts for ! it would really help me out a lot if you could either comment or message me with what i owe you, as i cannot remember them all and i would like to have some record of this. thank you all for your time !
yes, yes. the rumors are true. i'm not dead ! i'm just not as into digital art as much. apologies.
i've made quite a bit of changes to my life as of late. i'm getting more into ceramics and pencil drawings, as well as cosmeotology ! which is quite rad. pictures to come.
i don't want to write a long, rambling journal, but i thought i would check in with the people who actually think about me once in a while. i do check my notes every few days or so, and i'm happy to communicate on there. so ! theres that.
zoe out ! :0