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.
“They move away,
They age,
Then they die,”
My boss says
As he deletes his dead patients
From the list of people being
Mailed birthday cards
That year.
By Anonymous
Read MoreAfter a twelve hour drive to the base
And before a twelve hour drive back home
We were tired, hungry, and thirsty
But it was all worth it
Just for an hour to watch you graduate
We watched proudly as you became a man
But when you ran up to your father
And you hugged him, tears in your eyes
That moment is the one I’ll never forget
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreVisiting where I used to live. My parents’ house hasn’t changed. Though the people in it have. They have a new neighbor now. A woman from my mother’s job is living in the third floor. My mother is now rarely there. She’s spending all her time at church or in her brother’s house. My father is saving up to move into an apartment. My sister is starving and without cable or internet to entertain herself. If I hadn’t left would things have been different? Would anything have changed at all or so quickly?
By Anonymous Writer
Read MoreAt times I find the only next step is to look back at my mistakes and understand what lead to them, because the real terror is knowing that if I don’t they might be repeated. A horrific nightmare is the thought of existing in a loop, a rinse and wash of my failure.
By Seth McAllister
Read MoreI love you not only because you make me happy or because I can trust. I love you because we feel comfortable with each other. So comfortable we can fart in front of each other without making ugly faces. We just laugh as we each pass gas...
By Maddy Cakes
Read MoreI tried to ignore him like I did to everyone else, but he wouldn’t let me. Making friends was hard work, keeping them was impossible. How do you talk when you fear your own voice, when you fear your own thoughts? I was different. I still am. I’m a child whose body has grown up while my mind was left behind. A few simple choices have changed my life completely. A reason to stay so indecisive. What would have happened if he never noticed me? He couldn’t not talk. I had the opposite problem. I couldn’t even begin to speak. I felt light headed. I’ve tried to loosen up but the butterflies in my stomach were eating me up inside.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreBecause of my height almost everything is out of reach. I have to tip toe at the food market while I swipe my card and tip toe to get snacks on the shelves above the sink. On top of a closet where my boss keeps the printing paper is impossible for anyone but him to reach. My boyfriend’s face… he leans down while I tip toe to reach his lips. My cats hearts… when will they love me back?
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreDrink coffee
Go to work
Listen to gossip, gossip, and more gossip
Leave work
More coffee
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreThe gun shots ring. Even now, even home.
Like a dog, well trained, when the orders were given I’d bark on command and follow them. You say jump my follow-up is, how high? I look back and find that I hate who I am because of what I’ve done.
My patriotic state of mind bled ignorance. I’d take all my actions back if I could. Even jail time is better than the existence of memories. If my will to live were weaker, I wouldn’t. My training is to survive like an animal, at all costs, and that is the one thing I thank them for, but I would give it up in an instant to take back the services I’ve lent a broken nation. Our greed and abuse knows no bounds, and I doubt it will ever.
By Anonymous Writer
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