Undiscovered Gems (34)

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Yes, I've gone and done it again! As if I'm not busy enough with A Call to Conversation and dA Roadtrip articles, I'm bringing you ANOTHER one! 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 ( :devTwilightPoetess: ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems.

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Undiscovered Gems (34)
today's theme: Beauty... And the Beast?!


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I used to be a writerI used to be a writer.
I used to will worlds of words into existence, bringing to life a plethora of people and places and possibilities – not necessarily well, mind you - not necessarily bringing to life, perhaps, as creating short-lived conjurations like a clumsy novice necromancer, briefly animate before lapsing back into the void. And not necessarily a plethora so much as a stock cast of characters and settings and proto-storylines, a recurrent march of headstrong female protagonists and varying flavours of dystopia and boys that were sometimes cruel and sometimes kind and always had the same pretty razor-glint eyes.
I guess maybe I wasn’t really a writer, but at least I wrote.
Most of it, if not all, was just the standard lexical dabblings of a teenage wannabe-author who still had a thing or two to learn about originality and depth and variance, but propped up her credibility on crutches of decently above average word-wielding ability.
But at least it was there.

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You WillI
Catholic school can really fuck you up.
Petty insults; 
 “you have ugly hair”
  “got milk?”
Breasts at the age of nine.
Bullying makes you someone you don’t want to become;
hide all that blackness in your heart
with overly cheerful hyperactive personalities
 (that make others think you’re a little strange),
quickly forgotten.
Friends can’t tell when you just want to
scream
 and cry
  and be alone
because of how deep you’ve dug yourself in.
Afraid of yourself, you think and think, and THINK,
until you are terrified you’re going to give in
to those dark thoughts -
  (and if you do, then you’re just numb afterwards. 
Staring at hands blankly).
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Faith in everything, the world, God, 
 people around you,
  yourself;
all you can see is horror.
You hide it, fake it, pretend to be okay.
Why would anyone care to listen?
Just one person of billions
with worse problems than you th


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





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i used to be a writer :+fav: