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.
Where one can be whatever one can be, can we find a no truer love?
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…way into your electric soul, is your heartbeat in my mind.
My fingers feel a path to steal a place and death and time.
No better emotion pale and cool, to see before my…
By RayFed
Read MoreJust a morning inspiration over coffee.
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…on that sword of light!
In the deepening shadows of darkest night.
Press on that fearful might!
Where iron doth bite the flesh…
By RayFed
Read MoreSeeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
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…you, my aching heart, broken and bewildered.
And you, the sorrowed face, detached and unfamiliar.
For you, inspired aim, so cruel and unforgiving.
I leave you now, in shallow ground, so that you may fade…
By RayFed
We all wear masks...
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…head Doctors told me I was cured. At least my urges to spy through people's windows was gone. That was until I saw the woman who moved in next store a few weeks later. That's when those urges and feelings that I spent hundreds of hours trying to work through and eliminate returned.
Dusk came and the sun bade farewell to the world surely as if it had been slain in one glorious black swallow of darkness that left its remains to dry themselves on the earth. Shadows lengthened and devoured the…
By RayFed
Read MoreReality an illusion? ..Or illusions that are a reality?
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…alling beads of water momentarily caught the street lamp's dull glow as they continued their suicide plunge from the clouds to the wanting street below. Some cautiously lingered in the cascade of the languid yellow beam before slithering down the creased, worn paths formed in the air by their predecessors. Travis lie spreadeagled on the pavement seeping into the crevices waiting for his wet splattering companions to be weighed down by their own watery mass and accompany him on his journey to the furthermost cracks in the pavement. The raindrops seemingly…
By RayFed
Poetry in my Head
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…traveled far from where I sit amongst my stuff and things.
My mind has wandered far and wide afield in all my dreams.
There's lessons learned and friends well kept for moments of despair.
And life is what I've come to know of wild empty stares.
Far reaching from my coffee cup, across the page I write.
The circles stain, where the cup has lain, while I take my sip and sup.
Majestic borders guard my mind, imagination freely reigns.
The calm and wild expatriate, the dissident disdains.
I mark my passing with no trace and…
By RayFed
Come sweet slumbering darkness, enfold me in thy purple cloak.
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…the breeze did blow, upon that summers night.
Asleep in bed how could she know, bereft of second sight?
No given pause by symbols sacred, he stole across her floor
and in perfection found her naked, desired her, his whore.
No common wench that lay before him, for once let down his guard.
His face grew grim, nonetheless, stirred deep within his heart.
These feelings were, to him unknown, his heart too hard to trust.
Yet he let slip a defeated groan, overcome with love and…
By RayFed
Read MoreThe 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 MoreThis is the poem I earned the moniker “Dark Dr. Seuss”
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…stood upon a hill two trees that closely intertwined and passersby that glanced upon felt darkness undefined. For on some nights laughing heard come down from that black hill and on some night it traveled here upon my window sill. It was then my mind tripped upon a vision the laughing told, of two dark lovers, their joy and pain, began itself unfold.
Dark boy, dark girl, the story began, a love that time can't touch and in their story, their dark love grew, perhaps some much too…
By RayFed
Poem and riddle
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At the corner of 10957 Bellagio Road and Apt 213, 924 N.25th street at the opposite corners of 8213 West Summerdale Avenue and 115 Burr’s Lane, there's a little unassuming two-story house simple and plain.
Three steps up to the porch and at the front door there's a mat that says 'WELCOME' there on the floor.
Standing there thickly, a door made of wood, black oak, bronze trim, with a shiny new knob and a lock that looked like it was quite good.
And there under the mat, if you care to find, is a key made…
By RayFed
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