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.
I am Joe’s left hand
I am used for many things
Good, bad, and gross
But my favorite thing to do
Is to write
I may not come up with
The ideas or thoughts
Or anything at all
But without me
He wouldn’t be able
To write his stories
And typing those novels out
Would take a lot longer
I may not be smart but
I am brave enough
Not to care what
He will do with me next
By James Johnson
Read MoreCultist lunatics yell their maddening cries and sorrows at a wall of regret. They follow their “fearless leader”, the forbidden prophet. The attention seeking whores who fight the wrong fight just to have said they fought. Easily accessible information goes ignored while they stand for the reward and not the understanding.
By Jessica Provauski
Read MoreVeins like glass pipes pumping black sludge in pulses. Metaphysical tar, just moist enough to have a shine, but dry and in chunks. It’s forced into a clear plastic container, filling it until it stretches the plastic. Gradually creating tiny tears. The container teeters between whole and in a collective of exploded pieces.
My Migraine.
By Amber Black
Read MoreIf Lincoln were watching us, he should have stopped doing so long ago. America’s a huge mess now. It’s more of a joke than anything else because many things have gone wrong. Many mistakes have happened between then and now. He’s on a rollercoaster that never ends. But will it ever go back up again? Maybe it’s more like two small steps forward and one large leap backwards.
By Stan Webb
Read MoreDo Turtles Dream?
He’s either staring at nothing
Or he’s just at rest
I cannot tell
He’s sitting there
Or he’s lying there
It all looks the same
He’s motionless
A tiny green statue
Lost in thought
A wise turtle contemplating
What does he know?
What does he think of?
A little turtle mystery
By Cristina Wilcraft
Read MoreShe used to dream of peace.
She used to dream of love.
She used to dream of everlasting life.
But the dream never lasts.
Before she knew it, life became a nightmare
And the nightmare never ends.
She dreamt of life. She dreamt of love.
She dreamt of peace.
But now she only dreams of death.
By Michelle Collin
Read MoreShe paces back and forth,
Back and forth
And I know what she wants
But I won’t allow her to get to it
I show her away when
She finally stops in front of it
She thinks she’s being sneaky
But she’s no ninja
And again she goes
Back and forth,
Back and forth
I keep on stopping her
But she doesn’t learn
That Christmas tree
Is not a cat’s toy
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreTo honor the first snow fall
And all the ones that will come after
We put on our coats, gloves, earmuffs, and hats
To play in the snow, have snow ball fights,
Make snow angels, and if there is enough of it
Then make a snowman
Before getting out the shovel
And cleaning up the sky’s mess.
We end the day freezing cold and soaking wet
Perfect conditions for a cup of hot chocolate.
By Robert Lane
Read MoreAttractive 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
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