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.
The white unicorn is standing still on a boulder.
The gray boulder is on overgrown green grass.
Tall thin brown trees surround it.
The unicorn has big black eyes.
His white mane and tail dances with the wind.
I want to be there.
By Milan Valentin
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Racing Toward the Finish Line
A Lifeline Is Hard to Find
The End Times Are Not For the Faint of Heart
For the Evil End Games Are About to Start
This Torturous Game of Tug of War
Makes You Wonder What We Are Fighting For
Now Is the Time for Taking Sides
Because In the End, Only One Side Will Rise
By Obsidian Raven Shadow
Read MoreWe fear death
And loathe pain.
Why is it that we
only seem to see
the beauty
in life and living?
It IS true that by living
we get to meet death
in all its beauty
promises of no pain;
no more suffering to see
for all who embrace it. Yet we
live in fear of destiny when we
should be fearful of living,
for it is through living eyes we see
the struggle of life before death.
See that every breath means pain
and that life is no beauty.
Life is a witch; far from a beauty
queen. One of the ugliest things we
must witness. For the pain
that one experiences while living
will make any being beg for death
and the opportunity to see
different from what we seem to see.
A chance to behold the beauty
and tranquility of death.
To get the peace that we
deserve. And escape from living
in never-ending pain.
Blood, tears, and pain
are all we seem to see.
The curse of the living
who find beauty
in life when really we
should see
the dignity in death.
By Veronica Q
Read MoreLack of self-control is the reason.
When thoughts morph into prisons and the physical body becomes inhabited by habited behavior, the subroutines of the “program” if I may. A plane on autopilot still has a pilot somewhere inside… Right?
Neuropathways have connected.
The first taste is equal to the pilot leaping from the plane.
Enjoy the fall.
Zero, one, zero.
By Amber Black
Read MoreBetter budgeting for Bill the bobcat.
Carla was a cold and cautious clam.
The daring dog named Dave was a drunk.
I want a furry fennec fox.
Also Axel and Otto are my axolotls.
Litten is Pokémon’s new emo kitten.
The seal looks super silly.
Tamera Guthrie
Read MoreThe black walls of an unlit room collapse confining the shapeless shadow blob to an ambient motionless and static void. A boxed in singularity where all change is impossible and all possibilities are contained within six ever shrinking walls. The conscious collapse of physical thought and transcendence to the next plain promote philosophical growth and the death of the ego. Identity ceases to be and the shade based existence of any remaining individuality consumes all shreds left behind.
By Amber Black
Read MoreWondering in the wilderness
To find some truth
Into the unknown
Among the blind mankind
They remind me of what I am
No more closed off
I was in a trance
Asleep to the world
My life was a blur
I was living in my mind
In a prison I created
Until my brush with death
Now I know I must change
By Mark Allison
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