PLEASE this feature and these wonderful works of art, thank you!

The amount of artistic talent here on dA has always amazed me, I feel like it should be a privilege to be able to feature such amazing pieces as these. Therefore, without further ado this Sunday's Specials

Literature

I am a PoetYou ask me who I am , where did I come from
I say:  I am a poet, I was born out of the blazing silk of my words
My heart is an eternal rebel, since the dawn of creation
I'm the master of my own words, the keeper of God's secret
I'm the story of that rose shivering on the freezing hill
I live in that oasis of light, in a world beyond your world
The stars stare at my hopes, and hell trembles between my fingers
The night dreads my pain, the morning sleeps on my pillow
I create my words from the tissue of my veins
I weave the images from the feather of my eyelids
I wash my sins away, when I repent between the lines
My words move slowly between your palms, climb to your soul
To hug that poet, who sleeps between the chambers of your heart
When the world is mud, thorns and empty substance
I create my own, where the ground is basil and the walls are none     :thumb298118936:      DragonflyTranslucent mosaic of sinewy wire silently rips apart the air
with its cigar shaped abdomen bobbing up and down.
Appendages curl, each flex reflecting hidden aggression,
while eyes, reflective discs, reflect no depth, no emotion.
Empty.
Empty as its cruel grace, as it hovers across water
rendering silence through equal portions of fear and awe.
From the surface, tangerine rays sparkle iridescently
through willowy wings, yet lacks verve, lacks life.
Muted.
Muted as it covertly snatches a diminutive fly by the wayside,
which is twitching, thrashing futilely within an iron basket.
In one fluid movement, animation ceases as does breath,
harking the return of silence; only a dreaded name remains:
Dragonfly.          
run, jump, fallif you're looking for me
you'll find me in the jellyfish sea
i'll be waiting for your sea-salt lips
to claim me and your purple-pruned fingers to
wrap themselves around me and take me far,
far away
we'll do a running start and take a leap of
faith off the edge of the earth and
reach up to kiss the stars -
then
     plummet
spreadeagled, handheld in the sky
and sprout wings to tickle our faces as they
beat by our sides, and
we are euphoric,
  goosebumps in the grass.
(if anyone's looking for me,
 tell them i'll be making love in the jellyfish sea)      For the love of HyacinthusApollo,
Longing for the love of Spartan's youth,
In a field of green hues where no flowers grew,
Lay his loves wounded body.
From out his pale, still and lifeless chest,
Sprang forth the loveliest of flowers.
A site so beautiful, the gods were moved to tears.
Bending down, Apollo caressed his lovers cheek,
His tears mixed with mortals blood--
More of these flowers thrived in his embrace.
Convinced these oddities were created by the love they shared,
He named the flower Hyacinth, after his beloved.     :thumb298839965:      DitherI stand on weak faun knees
Strength emerges
Resolute
And dwindles
I am the tide
Powerful
Tame
Ebb and flow
I hold your memory
Dear
Painful
With love     :thumb158495060:

Traditional Art

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Mature Content

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Photography

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