The Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery created by writers from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
First time on a cruise ship
And I’m already tired of it.
Just for a few weeks I’m told
But it feels like I’ve been here forever.
Never again I say.
And there are so many things to do I’m told.
Like swimming in the pool,
Eating at the buffet,
Even dancing in the club.
No thanks.
Too many strangers around.
I’ll stay in my room
With a few good books to read instead.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreOut in the middle of nowhere
As far from her home she could be.
It was finally getting dark.
She never traveled outside her home.
It hadn’t been so bad being outside and all alone
But once the darkness came she became nervous.
Every new sound frighten her.
The forest was alive and calling to her.
She followed what she thought were flies singing to her,
Leading her to a place where they seem to live.
With the light from the moon now showing her what they really were.
Little fairies dancing and singing.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreMother Sloth is always sluggish, always worn out, and always in pain. She is always complaining about her day. Mother Sloth always has had the worst day. Little Sloth doesn’t always understand but she knows that she can be the same way. She is called for coffee and as she gets her cup, Mother Sloth tells her how sleepy she is. All she wants is to go back to bed. That’s the same thought Little Sloth thinks of when she gets home from work every day. Little Sloth is embarrassed by that thought. She doesn’t want to be a sloth anymore. How do you change what you are? How do you change who you are? Little Sloth tries her best not to live on her bed. Little Sloth tries to be more active in life. She tries to be more social. She tries to eat right and exercise. She tries to jog more often. She tries to read instead of watch tv. Little Sloth tries many things but she ends up playing video games all day instead.
By Cristina Wilcraft
Read MoreGoing insane from the pain stabbing my brain.
Like a hurricane hitting a windowpane.
I feel as though I’m being drained and soon I’ll be slain.
I can’t complain about this mundane headache.
What a strain.
He’s had it much worse.
So he explains what I have to do to defeat this bane.
His voice entertains as this migraine slowly wanes away and I try to regain my mind.
By Cristina Wilcraft
Read MoreThe fireworks flashing in the sky are dazzling and bright multi-colored lights so loud.
People feeling proud to be a component of a country that doesn’t pay much thought to them.
But there’s love in the air. Couples kissing as they stare at the night sky with strangers celebrating something serious with something senseless.
Just a commotion for a couple of hours to take their mind off of true troubles.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreI count to infinity when there’s nothing else to do
And I can’t stop looking at the time,
Even though I know it’s not speeding anything up.
I stand under a tree and hide from the light drizzle.
I can’t tell if it’s ending or just beginning.
The sky is gray. The bus is delayed.
The breeze comes and goes.
I wait for what feels like forever while the cars are speeding by.
Waiting twenty five minutes for a forty five minute ride home.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreThe bitter winter’s blizzard wasn’t a quitter. The storm was fiercer than the unhappy young woman expected. She had woken up from her slumber earlier than she wanted to when she heard a roar from the oncoming storm and felt the trembling of her small, weak cottage. She was home all alone and famished...
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreIt must be autumn already.
It’s the first time that I find
Caramel and candy covered
Apples at the corner store.
They’re delicious, delightful, and delectable.
They are enjoyable and pleasurable.
They are scrumptious and juicy sweet.
I couldn’t wait to eat my caramel apple.
To have that mouthwatering first bite.
But sadly I ended up breaking my front teeth.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreI went pumpkin picking with my cousin’s children
And stumbled upon something that I’ve been missing
A pleasant place full of families
Lots of little kids running around
Pumpkin patches and haystacks all over the site
In a chilly day perfect for a hayride
Through the cornfield maze
Finally finished foraging for food
At a farm far away from home
By Cristina Wilcraft
Read MoreHer appearance is deceiving.
She’s a fluffy, furry feline with a pretty purr and big, bright, brown eyes more beautiful than my own.
Sometimes she can be a real best friend. She’s cuddly, caring, and even full of fun at times. She’s gentle and graceful. She’s laid back and lazy. She’s a clever, crafty, and curious creature.
Other times she can be greedy and grumpy. She can be mischievous and moody.
She is always waiting patiently. When the time is right, without any doubts or regrets, she’ll attack my feet when I’m walking her way.
By Cristina Wilcraft
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