Alright guys-listen I am starting a poetry/writing commission. I need to earn some cash-right now paypal cash so I can pay off a bill, earn some cash and even Deviant points and I really need your help. I know out there you guys mostly pay attention to art commissions or want commissions of art, oc and other stuff.

But I'm asking you from the bottom of my heart to help me. I'm 26 years old woman with ADHD (which I'm proud to have for I see it as a gift than a curse), still trying to find a job, only have little payments I get each week doing chores and my best talent is writing poetry. I may not be a great artist, but at least I'm a writing artist and that's my best talent to put my words and soul into each poem I write. Carefully choosing which words fit here, what lines to fix up, what theme, what emotion to pour into a poem.

A lot of you out there are probably artists doing commissions too to earn some extra cash while facing your challenges and overcoming obstacles even trying to find a job to paying off loans and bills too.

Let me show you my work so you know what my poems are like:
Hollowed SoulPoor unfortunate soul
Now an empty shell
Hollowed eyes
Void of life.
Your world has crumbled
Your a mess in rags
Can't see straight
Through the fog of despair.
You see no colors
Just black and white
There is no joy
Happiness has fleeted.
Wandering aimlessly
As if caught in a whirlpool
Spiraling down toward the center
Into the abyss of depression.
Your love in ruins
Can't control yourself
Your only choice in mind
Is to give up your life.
You head toward the road
Laying flat on your back
Waiting for death
To run you over.
Life flashes through her eyes
Memories flow like a river
Of a troubled, demented woman
Who realized too late
She could of changed fate. Is This Me?I look at myself in the puddle
That laid just below my feet
Yet when I look at the watery mirror
I see a different reflection of myself.
The person in the reflection
Is a different person of confidence
Someone that is brave and bold
With a bright smile on her face.
She has her head held high
Ready to take on the world
Looking toward a bright future
As she leaves tomorrow behind.
When I look down at her,
Is she looking up at me?
Am I just the tails of the coin,
While she is the head?
Am I just a figment
Of what I was before
That this reflection
Is the aftermath of growth?
Could this be who I am?
Is this woman the real me?
The me I am meant to be?
Or a possible me?
Yet when I looked closely
I could see that the one
Staring back at me
With a confidence smile
Was me...I am that woman.
The reflection in the puddle
Is the me that I am
The one with a smile on her face
Filled with bravery and confidence.
The real me, a figment
I am one and the same
In reality and in the puddle
This is the real Portrait of the SoulThe blank canvas lies before me,
as I pondered how to begin.
What should I start with?
Start with drawing a picture,
perhaps add some color to the borders?
The more my mind wondered,
it makes it hard to describe
how to create a masterpiece
that represents my well-being.
Fear eludes my judgement,
judgement eludes my fear.
Will I love or despise it?
What will others think?
The canvas of my heart
Stares me right in the eyes,
Looking deep within my soul
Spoke softly to me as she said,
"Just let it come and leave fear behind."
I slowly picked up my paintbrush,
Dipped it in one of the buckets
Then I began to stroke against the canvas
Waves of blue appeared like ocean waves.
When I finished with the waves,
I continued forth with another color
My mind focused on the canvas
While my hand continued to move,
as more colors appeared before me.
Before I knew it
I stared at the canvas
No longer white as snow
It was full of beauty.
The calm ocean
Bright sun above
Clear blue sky
Whimsical clouds shift
Soul UnchainedShackles of sadness
Chains of despair
Prison of depression
A dungeon of darkness.
Sunlight shines through the bars
Its rays shining on my face
The warmth and love it brings
Gives me hope to survive.
Shadows lurking in the darkness
Taunt my existence and well-being
"You'll never make dreams come true",
"You'll never make it".
Every direction I hear them
Trying to get me to lose myself
Down a spiral of madness
Wanting to break my spirit.
Yet I lift my head high
Staring at the light
That lies outside my cell window
Showing the beauty of the sun.
The sun my only friend
Telling me to hang in there
For I have the strength I need
To break the shackles of my despair.
No matter how much pain
My body will endure
The soul can never break
Such as the mind keeping its sanity.
I pull forth with all my might
The chains and shackles keeping me back,
Yet I pull forth toward the window
Getting closer every inch of the way.
The chains and shackles beginning to crack
As my will was fighting back
My determ

Just take a look at these poems-Each one has a theme behind them, each bleeds a tale, each speaks of hope, belief, creativity, confidence, life philosophy and not giving up and being yourself. I do my best to word, sentence and bring life into each poems with strong messages-I may not know high level words, but I do my best researching and adding them in sometimes. But this is my style, my voice that speaks through these poems-I may not be Shakespeare or any other poet-I am myself and my poems-the words written their my words, my voice that blends into the digital paper.


So if your interested in a poem commission-please message me and we'll talk.