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.
Perception as a window to the soul...
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…your mind
Close up your eyes to see
Envision that which has not been
Such wonders do conceive
Cast your thoughts
‘Cross space and time
Locate what you believe
Imagine all that is as one
What’s I, is you, is we
Still your heart
Find at its core
Your purpose to achieve
And know that all awaits your soul
You only need…
By Mike Turner
…but not a curse
A place could be haunted and vaunted
Standing up against a polemic public
Bygone bright orange pylon
Thinking of my fair weather friend
Didn’t move away or stray
Can’t find my backpack
Windmill out of my window sill
What if you destroy or lose something that you love?
Only originals, not copies
Your name is an adjective, an expression
It’s…
By Samantha Merz
Read MoreHow do we percieve the unknown when it walks before us? And how far do we reach out to it? (The introduction to a work in progress)
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…didn't know him.
I think that's what stuck out to me the most, more than the mane of dark hair that fell around his shoulders, more than the tall boots, or the careworn jacket of black leather, or the chains that criss-crossed its lapel. These things certainly stood out to most people who passed him, surely, so prominent against the muted background of the church pew. But the fact that I had no…
By Matteo Polk
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
