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.
Attractive opposites attract to opposite tracks.
Mindsets for set minds won’t adapt.
The gift of understanding adjusts our standing.
Whether we stand for or against.
The one sure thing fools sing,
Heartfelt and felt by their hearts,
Dealt and sought out to unite our differences.
The gift of love.
We can understand this much.
No wallet required.
By Seth McAllister
Read MoreWhen everyone acts like they are happy
Even though you are sad inside
It is the time to hug and kiss random people
Who are in the same room celebrating with you
Whether it is the holidays, birthday, or any other reason to throw a party
You pretend to be happy
But in reality you are sad
As sad as a child who lost their first pet fish
Too scared to see your true feelings because you wouldn’t want to ruin anything
Holding your true feelings inside
Making sure your tears don’t show
That is the right way to celebrate
By Maddy Cakes
Read MoreSilence submits and uses the canvas of ambient woods to paint a grand piano to be played in the dark of early morning.
Nimble fingers address and taunt the chirp of nature’s call.
Green with envious desire each leaf watches jealously...
By Amber Black
Read MoreI don’t know what happened to my creative bug. Maybe I murdered it. Stepped all over it. Didn’t see what I had and now it’s gone. Mourning for the dead bug I took for granted so long ago.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreThe end of one journey and the start of another for a great man. The leader of the free world. My president was black. My president was gracious. My president was generous. My president was intelligent. My president was noble. My president was educated. My president was fun. My president was Barrack Obama.
Cheers to the Great.
By Jonathan Cordova, M.D.
Read MoreOozing glowing red water rolls over the edge of the mountain, like lava after an eruption.
A fading tight slipping grip writes the story of a fight for glory, whips, tips and poker chips, chip dip and sippin’ drinks.
Parties and crimes....
By Amber Black
Read MoreWarm fingertips sliver down the spine in tense anticipation.
Gentle, yet, controlling hands grip shapely hips.
Gripped waist and the taste of cushion lips.
Tongue like a snake, pink, wiggles and drags along caramel skin.
An entanglement like a bag of connected extension cords.
Surges of electric energy shoot static charges where the cords meet.
Fleeing glances prance around loving dances.
Care free sensations and no chance for frustration.
All sins forgiven and the rotten is forgotten.
The wrong is gone and blissful shocks are shot.
Mellow flows melt flowing metal.
Bodies or water.
Warm fingertips sliver down the spine in relief.
By Amber Black
Read MoreFirst time on a cruise ship
And I’m already tired of it.
Just for a few weeks I’m told
But it feels like I’ve been here forever.
Never again I say.
And there are so many things to do I’m told.
Like swimming in the pool,
Eating at the buffet,
Even dancing in the club.
No thanks.
Too many strangers around.
I’ll stay in my room
With a few good books to read instead.
By Cristina WilCraft
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