The Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery provided by writers of all sorts from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
All writing is welcome for submission and hand-selected for display by the crew and staff at GreyThoughts. Get eyes on your work and show the world what your mind is capable of.
Disclosure: This is not a competition. It's a gallery for creators by creators. Come read and get inspired to write and submit your own work.
The Writers Club - Where words guide our eyes and minds into the worldview and perspective of another.
Any topic, style or format is welcome. From the darkest, to the most disgusting, to the politically incorrect, to the most blunt and honest, twisted, malicious and evil. As well as erotic work, articles, fan fiction, research papers, poetry, short stories, entire novels, historical essays... Anything goes. Share your writing.
On the quest for justice...
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…Justice found
In books and laws?
A lawyer’s office
The courthouse halls?
Can Justice live
On cold, hard streets?
Shackled with handcuffs
In prison keeps?
May Justice stand
With rights deprived?
Where bigotry, hatred
And fear all thrive?
Or is Justice
To be found
In hope, compassion
And love unbound?
Oh, pray that Justice
Be found in trust
And that I am part
Of life made…
By Mike Turner
As a manic-depressive, my manias would have the curious ability to bend, twist and warp my perception of reality and self to usually pathological and detrimental extremes that have easily landed me in a mental hospital more than once when I was a youth. Today, older and much wiser, I am medication-compliant and therefore stable where I can function and spend my time reading; ennobling and edifying my mind; and composing poetry (for my own enjoyment and self-therapy).
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…with unbounded energy tonight,
I eschew my med's until I can hear
the frightful voices trumpet in my ear,
now haunting me into…
By Ngoc Nguyen
A poem which describes my feelings and the reason why I feel dead even I'm alive. The reason why I feel absent even I'm present.
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…moon is so beautiful
Also the stars in the sky
But life is so painful
And it really makes me cry.
I'm present, but in the same time absent.
Alive, but in the same time dead.
I'm present in this world, but I feel absent.
I'm alive in this life, but I feel dead.
Because I'm not free.
And I can't find some wisdom.
With people I don't agree.
And I can't get any…
By Mary Khend
…I'm not good at talking about how I feel, that's the way I am...
Maybe I'm not good at letting go, the strings fail to unattach themselves...
Maybe I'm not good at saying what hurts me, I was born like that...
Maybe I fail terribly in trust because of the fear in me, what is trust anyway...
Maybe I'm too different from the rest of them, but I was not taught how to be like the rest of y'all...
Maybe I prefer faking smiles than explaining why I got a frown on my face, it is easier that…
By Lilian Asekah
…something
That's going on between
Making it interesting
Full of love life that's everlasting
Oh the beautiful soul
Oh the beautiful life
I get lost in you
In your thoughts, in your memories
That gives me a feel
Which makes me zeal
And I live life in a thrill
Oh the calming rays
Oh the sunny days
Oh the flowing river
I see the reflection of you in water like in a mirror
There's something
That's going on between
Making it interesting
Full of love life that's…
By Moin Uddin
The juxtaposition of evil vs. all
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…evil finds me, I'll hold it close, to keep your gods at bay.
In this cloak of flesh and blood I hide from light of day.
When evil finds me, I will become what monsters dare to dream.
Time to reap fresh love of hell such as never seen.
When evil finds me, I'll look up, for signs of my appeal.
I'd claw each step to marble gates to make a final deal.
When evil finds me, I will burn for all the things I've done.
No more to weep for pities sake the…
By RayFed
Read MoreJust a random thoughts. The title might not even have connections with the body.
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…heart creates a music that only another heart can hear.
It revibrates a tempo that echoes down to one's soul.
It belts out cracking sounds from the cries of a shattering heart.
A rhythmic beats of melodies flows out to mend; to make a stronger one.
A song is born, that speaks out the language understood by all.
A music to heal one's…
By Rhine Torres
…day has come and the jury is set,
The attorney presents his argument,
The jurist is clear on the premises,
The hopes of both parties now hanging on promises.
Court? Echoes through the room
As the judge's throat goes vroom
Like truck- he reads the verdict,
"After considering all evidence presented, the jury convict..."
Now this is the case with us,
When one treats another member of society like wuss.
Doing so sometimes with impunity,
Regardless of our firm stance on unity.
Thanks for the rule of law,
Else the poor would be subject to gnaw
By the rich who…
By Comano MacFriday
A poetic commentary on the political crisis being fomented by a certain demagogue usurping the highest office of our otherwise wonderful nation and system of government.
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*(Legal Disclaimer: This is a work of poetic fiction. Certain names, institutions, agencies, events and incidents are mentioned. However, characters herein are products of the poet's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.).
…eulogy of Donall Janus Tramp
(the Grand Old Party's best and choicest loser
who sleazed and promised us he'll “drain the swamp”),
you live up to your name for there's none cruder
than you:—and…
By Ngoc Nguyen
…a love in your smile
I can't resist seeing you
Oh my darling I am all into you
There's a feelings in me of you
I can't express in words
Oh my darling I am all short of words
There's a joy in watching you
I can't tell how much I feel about you
Oh my darling I am all moon and stars falling from above in love all for you
There's a love in your smile
I can't resist seeing you
Oh my darling I am all into…
By Moin Uddin
