Hello, folks! I am officially back and active on dA again! I have been attending college since Fall of last year, so my presence on this platform dropped almost completely. A great welcome back gift would be a purchase of one of my prints as I am a poor college student who needs financial assistance!

Here's some of what I've been posting since my return:
   

I have almost been a deviant for seven years now and, while I may have taken a few extended vacations from it, I always come back. deviantART is one of the only places I can express my true feelings and thoughts. I have posted all types of artwork on here since the day my sister iconagent-angel made an account for me in 2007 for my eleventh birthday.

I started off posting doodles I did on Paint, that were later deleted because I did not see artistic value in them.

I then posted a bunch of photos I took at my uncle's home and realized what my true calling was. I found out how much I enjoyed photography and wanted to see how much more I could do with it.
   

After discovering I liked photography, I wanted to experiment with other forms of art and went on to draw all of the time for three years. You could say I did not pay much attention in middle school... -_-'
       

Along with my kick for drawing -- which was not very good -- I still continued to photograph anything I thought looked just right.
     

However, I ended up dropping it for quite a while...

I soon found out you could actually color art on the computer and experimented with that, half failing, half succeeding. 
       

In middle school, I also attempted to write poems. It was a rather depressing year, so writing always seemed to cheer me up.
Missing YouA stormy night
May bring me fright
But when I'm with you
I have a clue
The wind may blow
My heart may beat
But you are unique
A warm glow in the winter
A bubble in the water
A snowflake up high
When I'm with you
I don't have to cry
A leaf in the wind
A star in the sky
They are all unique
Just like you were
A necklace left to me
A heart crushed in serenity
You didn't have to go
Will you wait for me?
By: Megan Shuler  15 minutes to waterTapping at my desk
Nothing to do
Twiddling my thumbs
Grabbing at my clothes
My mouth is dry
My throat is scratchy
Water can't be gotten
The classrom is too hot
My clothes just hurt a lot
I need to get some water
Before I die of dehydration
I didn't get much sleep
Three hours at the least
Before I left my house
I chugged a glass of water
Now my throat is dry again
I'm starting to lose it
My eyes are drooping
So I write a simple poem
To keep my mind distracted
Instead of writing something helpful
I think Ive written something painful -_-'''
By: Megan Shuler  5 minutes to the bellFive minutes to the bell
Excitement fills me up
Soon it will be goodbye
The weekend!
I can sense it
It is getting really close
No more homework
Bells or Math class
My foot is starting to wiggle
As I begin the process
Of cleaning up my stuff
Oh boy, its really here!
I open up my locker
Running down the stairs
Finally I'm out!
Of this torturous school time!
By: Megan Shuler  Sadish poemsDISAPPEARING
Leave or stay
it doen't really matter
as long as you come back
and heal my crooked smile
Laugh or cry
be it pained or loved
I know I count the ways
you all hate me on the inside
but you show me that smile
I'm dumb enough to smile back
thinking we're freinds
when all you are is annoyed
would you like it if I just
Disappeared.
INVISIBLE
Stealing my best friend
do you think that its alright?
Ignore me as you will
but calling me a liar
You're just going to far
Loud beating drums
they fill my ears
Yet no one listens
no one sees me...
Invisibility.
CHARADES
The lies in your smile
they just don't fool me
I know it already
Do you think i'm that dense?
Laughing and playing
all not including me
Your face just annoys me
so why dont you just stop?
Your guilty games of
Charades.
LONESOME
You make me lonely
with your stupid lies
I can tell already
that I am drifting
in the outside world
You have a bubble
that I may enter
but I am not welcomed in
Lonliness.
SLOW DANCE
My ex doesn't want

My I.D.'s, early on, were created by my sister, as she was the skilled photographer in the family.
   



I attempted a 100 concepts challenge and still have yet to complete it...
         


I had two friends in middle school that I did virtually everything with and they showed themselves in my art a lot.
           

A few times, I attempted to draw characters from other things.
 

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My sister and I came up with a seven sins based concept for a story, but never stuck with it.
         

The seventh sin drawing (gluttony) was a fail, so it got deleted.

My sister also started letting me take photos for her and keeping a few for my account.
         

We collaborated on a few other things as well. One of them being a photo of my concept.
       

During this time I got back into poetry, feeling down again.
SenselessSenseless people all around me
They don't realize I am here
I wave I speak
But they don't hear
The world is white
So they don't see
The real me peeking out of its shell
Scratching, pounding
Trying to escape
No one will ever know this one
This real me
It will stay in its shell poking out
Until someone finally hears me  L-O-V-EIt isn't candy and rainbows
It isn't darkness and hatred
All opinions are off!
All hands are up!
You feel defeated
But you feel happy
The world is collapsing around you
But it is building itself again
It is too complicated to explain
The feeling that you get
But unrequited love
Is something you never forget...  Stress ReliefFeel Like you wanna cry
Just open up your eyes
Put a pout on your face
And take a shallow breath
Let the tears slide out and down
We can only be human
The days can go as long
Or as short as they feel
But when I'm alone
This is a great escape
These fake tears feel better
Than the fake smiles you wear
'Cause deep inside you know
These tears are no longer fake
You hold frustration in
You hold your stress back
But when you're alone
It feels just like a heart attack
Like an acid rain hitting your face
It doesn't feel wet
It only burns
Your body needs a release
Your eyes need a rest
Your heart needs to see
But can no longer feel
Your heart cannot see
Without a glaze
It cannot feel
Without that haze
The haze that comes from tears
Pushing their way through ducts
And clouding your mind
Letting your heart take control
Your feelings fly
You can say anything
Vent to yourself
Without consequence
When it's all over
Your mind comes back
And your eyes clear out
You take your sleeve
To wipe away the st  Nature Inspires MeIt's nature that inspires me
The creatures that are roaming free
Their feathers and their pointed teeth
Their fur cut into knife and sheath
It's nature that inspires me
Look up at the sky you'll see
Fluffy clouds gone in the breeze
The sun that may burn or freeze
It's nature that inspires me
The blueness of the open sea
The wild waves that crash and clash
That wrap around in azure sash
It's nature that inspires me
The leafy thing that we call tree
The many colors falling down
Encircling heads like a crown
It's nature that inspires me
The human that will rest on knees
The joints and all digestive things
The way we tug on our heart strings
It's you that may inspire me
The one that holds my rusted key
And when I heard that clicking sound
I knew it's love that I had found  Commit MeWhen the young girl woke up, she found a family that was not her own
The sister she had known to love had become a green-eyed devil, taunting her
The loving mother, a bystander, not caring to intervene
The strict but beloved father, fuel to the devil's power
The devil endlessly gnawed at her nerves
When confronted with torturous noises, she screamed to drown it out
Her own words became twisted in her ears as she cried
She screamed and picked up her feet, stumbling along the way
Forever hoping there was one place that had not been thrown into flames
She locked herself in the haven, feeling the coolest breeze as she rushed in
She found hope in a new friend, and told him of her woes
Somehow her tales were twisted, transformed into painful bursts of noise
Though her throat pained her so, she stood tall and picked herself up
She opened the iron door, walking through the flames of Hell
She knew to slay the beast, she need only confront it
She slowly descended what used to be a mountain of fl  Lying is a CrimeThe flying object comes to me
Smack dab on the head
A voice beside me asks,"...okay?"
A kind and angered mask
I hide the pain
Just say I'm fine
Though my head objects
I do not voice, or speak, or say
The feelings that are yearned
The screams are resonating
They're burning at my eyes
They cannot hope to wonder
The thoughts that I surmise
I've done this many times before
Just showing what they want
I don't think I've said a thing
That didn't fraction lies
On the true inside I scream
Chipping at my shell
I'll just keep on wondering
What that would be like
It's said that lies are overrated
That would lead to my demise
They say that some people are kind
Now wouldn't that surprise?
If all lying is a crime
Let's all go downtown
I'll say it just one time
Lying is a crime.

While trying to get my group started, I attempted to do solely digital pieces.
   

A kick start led me to do solo photography once again, regaining confidence in myself.
           

At some point I attempted to create a portfolio for myself and got into collages.
 

I came up with an idea I am still working with to combine my poems, photography, and Photoshop skills.
   

I was looking back at my previous work one day and realized my drawing had improved, so I recreated a few old ones.
     

I experimented with a few more things and then I really blossomed... but not before I experimented.
                   

After this, I started posting in hoards, lighting my watchers' message box up like crazy. I was proud of everything I posted and earned an uncanny confidence.
                                                        JoyfulWhat happened to those joyful days?
Those lengthy hugs
And warmer ways
That now you’ve lost in every way.
You let me sit and cry and scream
But you don’t think to do a thing;
You hurt me in a way so bad
My heart is throbbing, growing sad.
This loneliness I’m feeling now,
This empty shell I have become,
Is all I know and all I can be.

After a blow-up of creepy old men and unsavory comments, though, I toned it down and began posting other photography. I still, however, felt happy and comfortable with it.
                      SardonicThis is my life now
Standing on a cloud that
Does not really exist
Falling, falling
Ever fasterever fasterever fasterever fasterever fasterever faster
My heart is racing
At the speed of light;
My mind cannot handle
The emotion,
The torrent of life
Finally rushing at me,
Finally targeting me
With its vicious gaze.
The heat on my skin,
My face is burning.
The blotches cover it,
Taking over,
Ever fasterever fasterever fasterever fasterever fasterever faster
My friends,
My time,
My life,
They are running out
I have nothing.
I am a ticking time bomb,
My head is ready to explode
With these thoughts and faces,
These ideas and names
That haunt me
In my every waking momentmomentmomentmomentmomentmoment
Why is life so hard,
So complex?
Why can things not just be simple?
Why must it be
A twisted funnel of
Never-ending hate
And war and
Ongoing torture that
I know is meant for me.
My life is a constant
Myriad of death
And my heart is
A glass box.
The glass is cracking...
My reality is falling apart                         

I attempted, recently, to create my own user icon and it turned out all right.
 

After my long break from self portraits, I am back with them, as I feel they allow me to show my strength. More than self portraits, though, I want to take photos of people.
     

I have celebrated with deviantART for six birthdays now and hope to continue to be able to say THANK YOU to them.
 

HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY dA! My life would not be complete without you!
 

I have been debating whether or not I should post these now, as they formerly held a very personal place in my heart. I have decided to remember the feelings I had when I took them and post them with meaningful titles and descriptions. These particular photos are still, however, precious memories of mine, so enjoy them and take some of my happiness as your own!

I have administrated this group for quite a while, bu I took a two year long break. If any of those who have joined my watchers over the course of the two yeas would like to join and participate, that is wholeheartedly welcomed.

I have posted some more, including a poem that turn out to be more symbolic and personal than I expected.