Undiscovered Gems (49)

With the launch of the "Undiscovered" browsing option, there are a TON of awesome artworks I've been finding and admiring, and I just have to share them with you guys.

I WILL be taking suggestions for this series, as well, so if you discover something while browsing the bowels of dA that you think needs to be shared, please send me ( TwilightPoetess ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems.

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Undiscovered Gems (49)
today's theme: bits and bobbles

<da:thumb id="488988342"/>  My HeartShe never liked looking at her heart. It was a small, unshaped crystal with edges, where pieces had broken off ages ago. Time had made them blunt. There was no glow, no rainbow colours, only dull red, looking sallow on the outsides.
She hid it well, the ugly little thing. Sometimes good enough that she herself could forget how it looked. She imagined it bright and beaming then, smooth and even. Then, she did not think of the holes and edges and told others about the inside light.
Only when she met him, she held her heart openly on her hand. She carefully took his and put his fingertips on the blunt edges. He gently ran his fingers over it and she knew immediately that it was owned by him. Though, he did not know that he held her heart, when he picked it up and pressed his lips against it in a short and loving kiss. She closed her eyes and was not ashamed of the ugly holes and edges. She shivered with joy that he could love this tiny, unshaped thing.
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Mourning is SolitaryMy grief is not yours to share
Yours to preempt
Because you felt you had more right to him than I
In the end
We each lay claim to one heart
One sorrow
And if comfort is communal
Mourning is solitary.    Waning GibbousMisty-mouthed,
staring at a pearl on velvet,
softly cradled over
the burnt-sienna maples,
the moon lies tilted sideways
unaware of the girl
the dog
contemplating craters and whether or not
they look like a woman's face
or a child idly dancing
on ground that remembers all footprints.

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existentialism of the augustan writerin all your poetic endeavors
have you ever considered
what your mentions, your metaphors
of icarus mean
to someone that's never read
a lick of greek mythology   <da:thumb id="488540084"/>

   
<da:thumb id="488996682"/>  013. Running Away -- Without a DoorI stare through dogwood blossoms 
at the streetlight,
use a mayonnaise jar to pee
when I have to.
My father stops in,
says I can come down
for dinner.  After the meal,
I bolt.  
No bag, no belongings.
Hustle down the driveway,
hustle down the sidewalk,
hustle down the road.
Now and then, I check
behind me.  I have done this
before, and always
they've come after me.
This time, I get
where I'm going.
I ring my best friend's doorbell.
She is going out
with the boyfriend I am in secret
love with, and she does not change
her plans.  I sit in a taupe living
room with her dad and stepmom
eating second dinner, chicken and asparagus.
We watch a movie that scares me
a little.  My friend never does
come home before my mother
knocks.  My friend's dad just lets her
take me.
We ride home, through the same
streets I've been hurried over
since I was tiny.  They seem to mock me
now, saying I will never get away
for good.
I follow my mother
through the g 

     

Patchwork WingsI am patchworking
your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
while you scrape palms
to lungs that choke
against a splinter cage.
The world keeps breathing
without you, and you
shut your eyes tightly
because it makes you dizzy.
Dizzy is how your legs
trip down the asphalt;
dizzy is how your eyes
drown to sleep; dizzy
is how your chest
spirals misery
through your limbs. I am
patchworking your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
but silk always tears.   

  Find Me          
            Find me
            Between the
            Cracks
                     Of
                        My
                            Poetry. 

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I hope you found something here to fall in love with and admire!  Please show your support by ing or commenting on these beautiful pieces--and don't forget, I'm taking suggestions for pieces to feature in the future!