Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Asli Yeniay Artwork

I just ran across an amazing collection of art. The artist goes by the name of Asli Yeniay. The album in which I found the examples below can be found here.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Deathly Hallows Fandom

I saw "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" last week. It was amazing in every way. It's the best movie yet, in my opinion. I took my friend to see the movie again on the 4th. I drew a picture of Bellatrix Lestrange for her before going to work. I think I captured the personality of Miss Lestrange quite well!

Also, I made this on a Harry Potter themed website where you can create your own "Undesirable No. 1" poster. The link is embedded in the photo and can be accessed by clicking on it.


Each poem I write has a meaning behind it. This is piece definitely meaningful. I wrote it for a few particular people in my life (whom I will not mention by name). These people test me and my patience, but I love them too much to sit back and watch them destroy themselves day by day. However, like I say in the writing below... I can only do so much before I say "I can do no more".


Look into the mirror and see what we all clearly see.
Selfish, prideful and uncaring... that's who you've come to be. 

Life is more than indulging in yourself and using others just for fun.
Take hold of yourself and look within your heart; you'll see your journey has only begun. 

Take time to love and time to reflect.
Without doing these things... you'll soon lose all respect. 

Can't you just put your old ways to rest?
Can't you see it's for the best? 

I don't wanna watch you die.
I'll turn away before I cry. 

There's only so much I can do before I say "I can do no more".
Changing might become easier when you're left alone and when everyone walks out the door. 

I wish you knew how precious your life is to me.
I don't wanna leave your side or ever become your enemy. 

I'm getting tired of holding the hand of someone who pushes me away.
It's hard to go... but it's even harder to stay. 

Wake me when you realize what's right and what's wrong.
Until then, I'll be elsewhere and will be hoping I don't have to wait too long.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Vintage Christmas

In light of the steampunk/vintage photos I'm making now, I decided to go ahead and make one for Christmas time. Thanksgiving is tomorrow (and I'm not trying to rush the holiday) but I couldn't wait to post this. I'm planning to use it as the cover for my custom Christmas cards.


Photo of little girl is compliments of... OLD PHOTO ALBUM

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Civil War Program, PhotoShop Edits and Artwork

I helped my dad with a project on PhotoShop last night and was just too proud of the results not to share them on here! The "Coke Ovens Park and Museum" (founded by my family) in Dunlap, Tennessee is hosting a "Civil War" themed program this weekend on November 20th. The poster my dad made to announce the event is below along with two other photos that will be featured during the presentation. The photos are of my great-great grandfather in his Confederate uniform. For more information about the Coke Ovens Park and Museum, visit our FaceBook page or add Carson Camp on FaceBook.

Also, while on my own laptop last night, I played around with PhotoShop some more. Being quite inspired by itkupilli after looking at her artsy blog all day, I decided to make the picture below. "Tears Are Words You Cannot Say".

One more thing! I drew this picture while taking a break from cleaning out my closet late yesterday evening, haha. First pencil drawing I've done in a while. First one of November, at least. Hope you enjoy it. I titled it "Remember And Forget".

Monday, November 15, 2010

Photo Findings and Edits

Random pictures I found over the past week. Links are included (on most) and will lead you to the picture's original home.



Also, I've been using my new PhotoShop CS5 program along with the "Picnik" application on FaceBook. Here are my two latest creations.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Edgar Allan Poe

As you can probably guess, I am an Edgar Allan Poe fan. His poetry inspires the feeling in a lot of the poems I write (even though the writing style is different). Lots of people say Mr. Poe would be appalled by the "emo poems" of today... but I actually think he would be proud to see that writers still exist in this day and age.

I happened to come across these Poe themed things tonight and wanted to post them.

Beautiful necklace. Wouldn't mind having this piece myself!

Simply put... I love it.

This video tells the story of "The Tell Tale Heart" dreadfully well!


Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Night Under the Stars

 We all wear a mask sometimes. We guard our hearts, even when we know it's impossible to keep things from breaking down the walls we've built. Instead of allowing ourselves to be so involved with the dangerous world around us, we often lay under the stars and dream of what could be...


"A Night Under the Stars"

From my soul flows a river of uncertainty and fear.
I don't know myself anymore. I often ask, "Am I really here?"

Feeling so angry and yet so carefree,
I can't help but wonder what must be wrong with me.

I stare at the mirror and smile in an attempt to make it look real.
No matter what, I cannot hide from anyone the way I really feel.

The silence is too deafening and the screaming from within is too quiet.
Only in the morning do I wake to see if I've survived the night.

What used to be is gone forever. I don't know why it's so hard for me to see.
Haunted is my mind, body and soul... slowly being devoured by my own memory.

I hear the people whisper and I see them turn away.
I shouldn't care so much... but it's hard not to do that today.

I'm hanging here by a thread, on the very edge.
Not to fall again... to myself I've made a pledge.

Another day ends as I sit here under the stars and sky.
Hoping, dreaming and wishing... those are some of the things that help me not to cry.

Is understanding and caring too much to ask?
What will it take for me to be happy enough to remove this mask?

A small plea for help escapes my heart and drifts farther and farther away.
I'll sleep here on the cold grass until peace comes to stay.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Blue Hair

I just got my hair dyed for the very first time on Thursday (September 16th). Thought I'd post a couple pictures to show what it looks like. I love it.
I feel more like myself with the blue! I enjoy colors that tend to float around "outside the lines" and in their own vibrant space.

Color compliments of Deja Du Salon in Hixson, Tennessee.
Click this link to see the salon's FaceBook page!

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Lost and Lonely

A lot of my poems have a theme about them, I've noticed. They're greatly influenced by the feelings I have during the moment that I decide to write. Most are very melancholy, as I'm sure most people can see.
Writing has become a great outlet for me and it's encouraged a lot of other artistic abilities to surface. I'm grateful for these feelings, however lonely they may be. They're helping me to become a stronger person with each release.


"Lost and Lonely"

Watch me as I sleep. Keep me safe from the storm.
Can't you feel my body shaking? Won't you keep me warm?

I hear the thunder far away, ever growing near.
Don't wake me as I lay here dreaming. It's only reality I fear.

Look into my eyes and take my lifeless hand.
This moment will soon be gone. Lost forever like a grain of sand.

The clouds form around me and I forget where I'm going.
In which place can I find the knowledge of the knowing?

A hungry soul and a tortured mind,
This life hasn't been easy... and it certainly hasn't been kind.

Oh, please take me away. I long to go where I cannot, at the moment, see.
I suppose I'll just have to wait though. Wait for someone to set me free.

Fragile and fading is the dream within my heart.
Confused and unsure, but never completely apart.

Hold me and tell me all the things I need to hear.
Whisper that you love me and that you'll always be near.

Talking to these shadows and running my hand along the wall,
I do believe I've gone insane... but who, to help me, can I call?

Humming an old tune and simply lying on the ground,
I wait and wait, for eternity, hoping to be found.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Steampunk Costume 2010

My Steampunk Halloween costume. Well, the beginnings of it anyway.
I'm not entirely sure of where I'll wear it, but I'm determined to unveil this costume at least once during the month of October! As you can see, I worked rather hard on making sure everything matched. Sorry the photos are a bit bright, by the way.
The joys of taking full-body self photos plus a self timer and minus a good tripod...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Autumn 2010 DeviantART Features

I was looking through some things today on deviantART.com and found a few pieces to share. Most of the drawings are "autumn themed", pairing nicely with the quote I posted at the bottom. I'm excited for this time of year. I can't wait to go to the various festivals, drink apple cider and light the cinnamon candles in my room. Autumn is definitely one of the most beautiful seasons we're privileged to experience on this earth.


"Winter is an etching, Spring a watercolor, Summer an oil painting and Autumn a mosaic of them all."
- Stanley Horowitz

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Thinking of Me, Thinking of You

This wasn't written for any particular reason or with any particular person in mind. It's really just another one of my lonely and heartfelt tales with little hints of self-reflection and personal confession.
"Thinking of Me, Thinking of You" 

Cold and alone, I lay here without much feeling.
I wait, hope and pray for strength and for healing.

I do not hear with my ears, nor do I see with my eyes.

My heart and soul do everything now, seeing as how my body only cries.

I need to feel again. I need to brought back to life.

Telling me you love me, and not meaning it, is the same as stabbing me wit
h a knife!

Maybe it won't be like this for too much longer... maybe I'll be okay.

I'm just sitting here, waiting, for someone to come and to stay.

Don't tell me only what I want to hear... tell me the truth 'cause I'm tired of lies.

People that are untrue and unfaithful; those are the people I despise.

I'm not like the others and yet I feel the same.
Is there anyone out there that can hear my voice, anyone who knows my name?

The person you see on the outside isn't me at all.

The real me is hidden, it is not of this world; this world that is so very small.

Although I've been cheated and regardless of the fact that I am broken,

My life must go on and I must hear the words that, from my heart, are spoken.

Imperfect and flawed, that's who I am and who I will always b
Is it too much to want someone to love and to care for me?

I rest my head and I shut my eyes in a desperate attempt to go to sleep.
My prayer isn't just to survive or for Him, my soul, to keep.

I know I'm not the only one and that life must go on...
However, I feel an emptiness that cuts me deep down; all the way to my bone.

I'm not what I seem and I'm not who you think
Drowning in an ocean of memories, I will forever continue to sink.

Not really knowing who I am or what to do,

I'm still here in your mind, thinking of me... and me, thinking of you.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010

Saturday, August 14, 2010


I wrote this poem about people that I've dealt with all throughout my life... people that are liars. I didn't write it in their honor, either. More like in their "dishonor" of being dishonest...



Look at that little lie escaping from your lips.
You go around telling stories; your awful words making frequent trips.

Get your hand off my shoulder and get out of my way.
I can see straight through you and I know who you are today.

In your deceiving ways, oh, you think you're clever.
Falling for more tricks and empty promises is something I refuse to do forever.

Don't smile at me with that ugly mouth, from which spews nothing but poison and deception.
You want attention? Expressing disgust towards what you've become is my only exception.

I hear you banging and clawing at the door to my heart.
The key that once existed has now rusted; long ago did it fall apart.

Stop pretending to be someone you obviously never were before.
You may fool them, but I know what goes on in your mind and behind that closed door.

Go ahead and act without wisdom. Go ahead and step closer to your own demise.
I look at you and all I see is weakness; I can even see a hint of fear in your eyes.

Try as I may, try as I might, I have no more pity for your kind.
How can I pity people who go and make the eyes of their heart blind?

Like a child without any instruction, you run all around.
You'll be sorry when nobody comes to comfort you after you fall to the ground.

Do not come looking for me; I am yours to torture no more.
I've gone to where you cannot find me, somewhere that I can soar.

You're trapped by your own devices and you're consumed by your own hate.
I only hope that others can see the real you before it's too late.

Copyright Casandra Camp 2010