Make a Difference #187

by ^3wyl, Dec 9, 2012, 2:39:21 PM
Journals / Culture / Art Features

Artists join deviantART to share their art and appreciate others. Due to the many artists out there, it's easy to get towed under and generally obscured from the public.

Make a Difference aims to do exactly that. This series of articles will hopefully make a difference to you as well as the artists featured weekly. Just by giving one minute of your time to write constructive comments, favourites and even watches will make a difference to these artists.

Motion is fantastically captured in quite a lot of :devselene-emotions:'s shots. The concepts are also often intriguing in the way they give us new insight into topics as well.

~Selene-Emotion's Gallery

's literature is wonderfully experimental sometimes, but mostly liberated in form and phrasing. Her poetry is poignant in the diction used, and the direction leads us to moments brilliantly portrayed too.

respiration.i am shipwrecked fever;
kerosene sleep,
& she is denied oxygen.

i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs.

but, it's the natural disaster
wrapped around her coral spine
that really has my lungs
   s
p
i
  n
  n
i
n
g. ~ An extract from respiration
"i taste sirens on the shore
of her collarbones,
& salt-licked sea limbs."

ConstellationShe is dream dust,
too bitter or wise
for her own good.

A timeless dragon's soul
somewhere inside a
scaled shell, burning
the silence in her bones
alive, honeysuckle sweet.

She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon.

& she's begging for the stars
to take her away,
make this house a home
rigged in the sky.

To me,
She is already naked fever
swimming through the cosmos

& I orbit her. ~ An extract from Constellation
"She collects fireflies only to
set them free at 3am,
crying to an uncaring moon."

Please, forgive me.Like lies, you said
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.

& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.

I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.

But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin. ~ An extract from Please, forgive me
"& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles."

*DearPoetry's Gallery

has a truly heart-warming style when it comes to her digital artwork! We are immediately drawn into the worlds that are conveyed to us with the lovely atmosphere and mood contained in many of the pieces featured.

:thumb336248100:

~eydii's Gallery

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