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.
…say one lives in reality long enough you forget. I must admit that I have been in isolation since 1983. Meaning I have had to live within my mind since that date or prior. I embraced living within myself then. So embracing isolation now not having left the house since March has not really been that…
By Clinton Siegle
Read More…was going fine, but I don’t know why I was getting an uneasy feeling since the previous night. I saw a weird dream and for a while, I felt like he was near me, but he was not. What was that… I can’t really tell. I shrugged off that feeling and tried to think about him- his smile, his voice, his words. It helped me for a bit to divert my mind. My thoughts were filled with his. Indeed, it made me feel better, but I couldn’t shake…
By Soare Stapanire
Read More…stood with my friend, Joanne, and my two oldest children in Joanne’s living room in her home in West Orange. My family and hers had spent many happy times here celebrating together. New Year’s Eve. The Fourth of July. Birthdays. Joanne yanked her floral curtains back. The sun streamed through her large bay…
By Kitta MacPherson
Read More…the duck sits in the corner of the tub; more often, it migrates to the bathroom closet to sit on a narrow shelf, borne aloft by some misbegotten fit of organizing and then it gets bumped and lands on the floor, behind the clothes hamper. I push it around with my foot or, if I’m feeling ambitious, with the broom, or maybe I’m scrubbing the floor, trying to be Buddhist-like about doing housework wherein cleaning isn’t just a…
By Adrienne Pilon
Read More…thing that I have learned with experience is that it is extremely difficult to escape my narcissist. No matter what I do, no matter where I am or who I am with, the narcissist in my life has always been there, buried in my head, living rent free. Everything I am, everything I have done, everything I have become, has been a reaction to her and her…
By Alnaaze Nathoo
Read More…wish the rain would come down smooth and slow, instead it’s just these buckets of sorrow. I refuse to edit myself as my tears fall and I say goodbye. You know more than anyone what the enslavement of my “Baggage” left me with. As I left the hospital I struggled to breath and speak with nothing more than a backpack and a plane ticket. I tried to play cool and I tried to avoid being seen.
Believe it or not I was once innocent, full of life and love. We were in the beginning happy and full of romance. When…
By Michael Vegas Gialketsis
Read MoreA love lost is a lesson learned
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…I love you! I always have and always will. I realize I might love a memory, a shadow in my mind, that may no longer exist. All these years that have passed have not been kind to me, I hope they have been to you. I see you have kids, and it looks like your happy, but I know that I am only seeing the surface. You are, and always were, more then you appeared to be.
I’m sorry I was not good enough, I’m sorry I didn’t try enough, I’m sorry I never expressed how I felt. I think…
By Wil R. P. McCarthy
Read MoreA series of free writing, to help me cope with my insanity.
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… even though he was alone and sad, he did not give in. He railed against the universe. "you might hate me, you might want me to suffer" he announced seemingly to himself "But, I will not give up." he yelled into the darkness that seemed to always surround him. "I know my worth, I might doubt myself but, I am a good and decent person and one day it will matter" he screamed nearly in tears. And then he turned quietly away from his demons, knowing they would still be there in the morning and tried to sleep…
By Wil R.P. McCarthy
Read More…handed my college buddy a small magazine clipping with a photograph of some place with trees and water. I’d just had a very nice visit there, in fact. Then I ripped out the page I was looking at and cut the place out.
“What is it?”
I was excited to explain the birthday gift. “It’s a. . .it’s a ‘place-to-be’. You look at it and you can picture yourself in the picture, anywhere in the picture you want. . .Like I did. When I looked at it; it was a really cool picture that…
By Gabriella L Garlock
Read More… for bread. The bread is driving her crazy. How dare we forget the bread?
The bread we got was not good enough. I don’t get it.
White bread isn’t that great. Neither is potato, white rice, and chicken. They’re boring, so boring. Like ordering pizza every week. The same food every day and going to repeat next week like a merry-go-round. Round and round these dishes good.
Who knew that the thought what’s for dinner could be so depressing?
I eat salad everyday for lunch, yet that’s somehow better. It goes through much more changes. It’s bright and fun compared…
By Clare Mac
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