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.
…the fourth. See, there were countless days in my journey, but I only count four." The old man continues, pointing his callous finger in some direction, "the first day I was born. On the second day, I met a squirrel. On the third day, I burned my…
By Blue
Read More…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…moonlit night,
Warm and inviting.
I wander like the wind,
On the sky of my…
By Monalisa Parida
Read MoreSometimes, we see ourselves lost in the darkness even though we are really in the light.
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…fumbled around in the darkness, praying for a sign.
Her hands felt nothing as she grazed the cool wooden floor.
Her eyes burned from the tears and her breathing quickened.
She cries in silence, not making a sound.
Silence filled the room.
Silent is remained for the rest of the night.
She read stories of how dawn broke curses.
But she knew better than that.
Her body spazzed in the darkness.
It was the only way that she knew she was still a…
By Transcending Thoughts
…light leads us to the door
footprint leak with road
secret of our language mutes
not asking our pain
if we explained our color
cold face fades
about our one-shoot
overwhelm our hands
nobody knows we mean by
what they say
we will our respond
we shed our range full
quest lasts until you die
this is life
affirms the…
By Semihten5
Previously published in Shirley (issue 2, 2015)
This story is about a dog that escapes into his dreams.
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…air was warm and the ground beneath me was soft, and wet, and I was running.
The earth was moist, and I was sniffing the earth, letting my nose guide me to the answers that lay underneath the ground.
Maybe I had escaped my kennel, or maybe someone had unlatched the door, but that ceased to matter to me once I scratched the ground and found earthworms, chicken, twigs. The smell of food was thick enough to chew on. I heard barking in the distance, and ran to meet…
By Monica Macansantos
Read More…fly like the wind,
And be young again
Are dreams of old bones.
Sing a sigh, then
Find the grace
Instead tell stories.
For you are the thread
That God sent
To weave eternity.
Like an act of prayer
Notes of joy
A body of forgiveness
In all you do and breathe.
In this, you will be grace
And God's own…
By NL McCormick
Read More…world unite
Hatred will lose its humongous value
Selfishness will die in striking solitude
Our night will be addressed as daylight
For gloom never will cause us doom
Heaven will cast upon us, stares of jealousy
Celestial bodies will wish to resign their duties
Mama will roll her wrapper peacefully
While offering her offspring's mirthful smiles
Papa will crown his cap unperturbed
Walking the heart of town undisturbed
When world unite
No room will be allocated for chaos
No space, be given for weighing woes
We, in safety sip our sultry soup
And lay our heads in serene…
By Sehloho Piet Rampai
Read More…long will the dreams last? I only ask because it’s your face that haunts me every night. If you don’t know, then kindly point me in the direction of someone who does. What? No. We’re not going to talk about that today. Because. Because, I don’t want to. Because. Not today Satan. I didn’t say I dreamed about you – I said your face haunts me. No, I don’t want to talk about it and no you can’t help me. I don’t dream about you. I dream about yester-you. Before- you. The before you became you- you. The I love…
By L.E.
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