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've been depressed lately, and I ended up writing this poem.
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…so ahead, and it does
get into my head.
Seems it was only yesterday
when they shoved me down
this pit, and shoveled shovel
upon shovel of grassy dirt
down my catatonic shell.
But now they're all
eating my dust,
and they're all
out of my sight.
They can't catch me now
at my stage of…
By Karlo Sevilla
A small piece about coming to terms with being mistreated and being ready to walk away from toxic relationships of any kind
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…have always needed to be better than me
Always needed to belittle or exclude me in smalls ways
So that only you and I would notice
For the most part, I have allowed this
I opened the door that let your behavior in
I stepped aside to clear a path for you
I dimmed my light so that you could shine
But I know that behind your breaking laugh
and your small stature
You are bigger and darker than you appear
You can disguise that all you want, but you and I know it's there
And I would rather walk alone, than together in…
By The Ink & Salt Club
…over my mouth, an involuntary jolt towards your dagger-words piercing my eardrums close to the phone cut to Arizona, where you wander aimlessly on your Harley-Davidson motorbike, frozen in a time not unlike fifteen years ago cut to my crooked mind, imagining your descent into shallow desperation she’s not going to take you back, your milky words can be chopped like sugar paper cut to your garage adorned in leopard, where I once danced and now shrink away from because I hate the smell of whisky cut to the house I’ll never see again, what’s basic to you is intricate…
By Rae Meghan
Read MoreWhat would you do?
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…will you do if I told you, I'm dieing under pressure,
I'm drowning on thine air,
Would you try and save me?
Or would you watch me go?
If I die tonight will you care?
Will you cry?
Or will my loss make your life better?
Brighter?
Happier?
Would you save me
Save me
If I cut too deep,
If the blood poured out,
Would you try to help?
Or would you smile as I fade into shadows?
Would you save me?
Save me,
This time,
I'm walking out,
What would you do if I told you,
I'm dieing under…
Read MoreTrying to overcome my humility.
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…certain that, before there was a you, there was a me.
I’m more important than the rest, that should be plain to see.
In order in the human pile, I must be on the top,
As others climb their ladders, but still just below me stop.
You know, if it was not for me, the “you” would have no meaning,
So get in line and follow the direction which I’m leaning.
Follow close, don’t fall behind, as we go ‘round the bend
No lifeguard waiting at life’s pool while diving in deep end.
Don’t worry, I’m your leader and I…
By James Geehring
Read More…died today. I die everyday. I cut myself open and pour burning liquor on my wounds every Tuesday. I'm dying and you all see it, but I smile and wave as my veins drain themselves of their purple blue pigment. I cried yesterday. I cry most days. I bleed tears and scream I'm lonely but that only happens on Mondays. My legs don't move, I crawl to my bed. These Thursdays are how I get the comfort that I've never had. Saturday tells me all my wishes will be granted but mine are buried in a cemetery tethered to my…
By Shiann
Read More…spot in my mind knocking. Some nights it pounds so loud I get sad. Sad I don’t have what it takes to let a part of me seep through. Never have I ever felt comfortable enough to answer the call in front of others. I close my eyes tight at night and I know the darkness brings it peace. It can roam free in my dreams, frolicking in the beauty of the world I can’t visit during the day. Sometimes I startle myself awake and wonder what life would be like if it wasn’t held captive. Sometimes I wonder what…
By Taylor Amber Rose
Read MoreMe being real…
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…than most everyone I know.
Sometimes I feel I might explode into flame or flakes of snow.
I feel so deeply it physically hurts, even in joy.
What's meant to be a happy time bubbles me over to the point where I annoy.
I even feel what others do whether good, bad, or evil.
It rumbles through my very soul causing extreme mental upheaval.
Vibes emanate from some that haunt, and there is no release.
And unless they go away I find no precious peace.
If I ignore this "talent", when standing in a crowd,
The strain alone exhausts me…
By Angela Jones
A exploration of how ink can be used to tell a story. Tattoos can be other artistic mediums.
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…rhythmic patter
Of blood sailing through the brisk October air
Sinking against the lush wintry grave of pearly white snow
Drip... drip... drip
Another drip of blood caressing my leathery flesh
Leaving a crimson lava flow down shaking limbs
in wake of the hallow incision
A kiss from the needle quivering in my hands
Scratch.... scratch .... scratch
Another letter to capture what my parched tongue could no longer say
Sorrowful melodies deafened by the howling wind
Carrying forgotten messages to the world above.
Scratch.... scratch .... scratch
I draw in a shaky breath
Bracing against the euphoric pain
The needle dipping…
By Emberly Lily Summers
My mom and I were there when my dad died. Though its a rarity these days, he was a great Dad. I still miss him.
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…can still see him there, coma was the term.
The man who was more than man,
My first god, Superman, love.
He was near for my first breath.
Now that night he'd take his last.
His breathing was labored, like he was running.
Running from death?
Running to its rest?
My heart was breaking.
My faith was aching.
I kept vigil and eased the dryness in his mouth with a swab.
He needed to be turned, the bedsore in his backside had to hurt.
Nurses weren't coming.
I turned him myself.
My gift of mercy so small for his gift…
By Angela Jones
