Hidden Talent Feature

I hope your 2016 was lovely!

Please consider checking out the PLP contest that went live today!
Here are some Undiscovered art pieces.









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lotus opensi.
she turned the blinds up
and pressed the day
deeply in her skin
let the summer
highlight the stasis
of ancient systems
swimming in stardust
and precious spin
of darling spheres
she is hardly
terrestrial
ii.
exceptional,
every stretch
of her tendons
she tends
to distant mentions
of genesis
gently,
each touch
of her tenderness
makes new
the void
iii.
votives she exhales
in prayerful step
and plied fabric
temporal
darling ephemera
silking the flesh
and devoutly availing
the portals
oh creation
you've never known
passion
as such
iv.
so grasp quick
this comet
my love
bows with proper aimi.
pearl clasps,
she's done with the rasp
of palms.
cold post-
midnight lacerations
aping the blaze
of past truth.
she's gone
when she's done.
ii.
furled maps,
the sun's traded gasps
for calm.
no postcards
or salutations,
late rendezvous
are not proof.
she's wont
to not want.
iii.
straight skirt,
the wry smile greets
the dawn.
old postures
and concertations
replay the days
of her youth.
she's known,
for now.


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they shimmer.:iconcloudsplz::iconhappysunplz::iconcloudsplz:
they shimmer.
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sometimes, my inbox gives me more reasons to beam.
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truly lovely.

Behold ForeverI'm not one to marvel
To behold with beauty
Far away is the thought once my face is looked upon
I don't mind
Neither is my beauty on the outside
Nor on the inside
My beauty manifests in a pair of wings
Soft down threaded with silver and gold
They spread from my back as sunlight wraps me in a warm robe
I look out in front of me
To a world that must be explored
I'm not afraid to leave
It's my time
I run on the concrete and start moving my wings
What's left of daylight glistening off of them
I blink
And my feet are no longer on the ground
Away I go
Into the rest of my life
Blessed with the loveliness of 
silver and gold
UntitledThis house makes
    The strangest noises
        When it thinks it's alone.



in winter's wakerolling dice like pale eyes,
we forget that there is something up there,
dancing til the days are stripped away like
old wallpaper.
and the next day i found
that you taste of empty rooms
and blue skies,
and smelled of bitter keys
and rusted dreams.
you watch me now, squinting,
as the world dips and sours,
while i suddenly begin to
bloom.









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