The Abstract Art Gallery
Broken, confused writer Jack Thomas puts the images in his mind on display in this "Blog." He dives into personal experience and his observations of the world to share his take on morality, childhood trauma, creativity, relationships, sex, politics, religion, violence, reality and more. Using countless formats from narrative driven short stories, to poetry, to song lyrics and philosophical explanations.
White letters keyed aboard the white canvas, elegant strokes of the ego by delicate hands
The vivid gateway hiding inside the skull must be romanced when explored
Understood fully from outside before opening the door in
Brush ink gentle as bright syllables speak for themselves
A pen that paints the page is the goal
...otherwise pitch black life
Roll the dice any chance I get
Where I am won’t suffice
I won’t tolerate shit
DNA spliced
Half human and half strive
Consuming my past life
Improving through wise eyes
Crucified by insane heights
Precise computing power
Applied with acrobatics
This robotic exotic product of “being” brought it
Not diplomatic but static
With anger I’ve had at it...
...moments bring me to life
When I can be honest
And convey my mind
Happily I’ll comply
Fair huntin’ facts ‘cause talk’s cheap
Ten cents a minute plus tax fee
Trying to design the right rhyme to strike a chord
And enlighten the mind, of course
To fight and force
The light to shine on what the night hides inside it
And change the course
There’s nothin’ that’ll stop me
When I’m moving
When I’ve caught a groove smooth, It’s soothin’
Inspiration stops me choosin’
Fluent, it drives me cruisin’
Top down, shootin...
...packed detail into layers under the surface. Excess fat gets cut and disposed of to expose the purest diamonds remaining amongst the rubble of applied pressure and infrastructure collapse. The wisest minds construct complicated yet delicate geometric intricate patterns in stories erected alongside others that are all held together by their singular thread. If pulled, then shattered, shredded. Marble sentences crushed into single words with universes compressed into every letter in ways that’ve not been heard. A fantastic graveyard of blurry vistas, colorless paintings...
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...scream that’s bubbling out
Little did I know I’m still runnin’ from this boulder
It’s gotten closer but I’ve gotten faster, I’ve gotten older
With brains scrambled I don’t think clear in my natural state of disaster
Bolder deranged audiocassette
Rearranged the terrain
Change the position of the walls
Lost in the maze I’ve made
I’m the cause of going insane
This skin won’t be breakin’
Not ceramic, elastic
Overenthusiastic and a smile made of plastic
This outlet is all I’ll...
...contained and applied when the time is right
Used in sync with the stars alignment
To intricately design the electromagnetic mine
Meant to blow the mind, reboot, reintegrate it
A pile of failed attempts at being poetic
Frankenstein and other synthetics
There’s a goldmine somewhere
It’s written in pen, I remember, I read, I wrote it
Questions plague decisions and the precision of the answer
If a million disasters are what it takes I’ll accelerate just to get there faster
Liberated and unconcerned...
190/365
Don't feel creative
Thus, I create something new
Addiction is strong
My addiction isn’t with alcohol or drugs. Not with sex. Not with video games.
My addiction is with escaping reality. Seeing things for what they’re not.
My obsession and high comes from molding my own worlds and playing God.
My obsession is with creation and extinction.
...blunt jerk, tall, not high but working on it.
I’m not creepy, the uneasy feeling you get from me is simply that I’m lying to you about everything I say. I try to tell you the things you’d like to hear just so you keep me near. When the time is right and I acquire the things I came...
...tuned
Advancements
Spot on tips learned over time
Trails of blue thoughts, wants and desires
Hopes to come true
Lies
The page
Mother Nature
Changed from her natural state
Splashed with ink blasted
Crossed out and tossed her
Writing in pen
Lost rhythm
Decided to begin again
Switched tools
Use the fine-tuned
With the refined tip
The slimmest...
...hope and dreams
Perpetually dangling where barely reachable
Walking off the cliff is the only way
To grab it by the horns and give it a name
Desperately dancing around a dying flame
Asking the rain gods to be merciful
Epiphany...
The people closest to you will support you the least. It’s worse if you’re a writer because chances are you are one of the only people you know that enjoys reading. At best, those around you will purchase your writing just to say they did, but don’t press them on how far they’ve gotten because “haven’t had a chance to start” is quite possibly the answer. Their lack of interest is the reality.
It’s most frustrating part is that writers puts themselves into their work which results in the work being the best way to understand the writer. The best way to understand how you think and what you find interesting.
No one cares as much as you do, because you’re the only that cares.
Read MoreThe clock tocks twelve twice in the studio with my mind dead set on writing. The desire is to abandon responsibilities, but they must get completed before I proceed. The methods I use to work with the audio reflect how I long for writing. It’s an obsession I fulfill daily, yet always want more. The behavior of a junkie.
In my personal life this addiction presents itself as insomnia. My brain wanders off when it’s been given a break and begins to work on the stories. Character development, settings, even scenes develop throughout the course of my downtime, against my will. So I get up and write to calm the thoughts down. Repeat the next day.
If only I could distract myself from the write addiction of figuring out the right way. I’m plagued with the want for the learning experience writing is.
Read MoreImpossible Dream
What if I try, whether or not I believe I can accomplish it, whether or not it’s even possible? Assuming it is impossible, the attempt is still something which can be performed even if the desired result cannot be obtained… right? And is it possible I might learn from the attempt alone? Learn just enough to apply it in other areas of life? Is it possible that just the want, regardless of how unrealistic, is enough to push me forward in life?
Then let me not forget to have an impossible dream, for all the steps are still possible and chances are they’ll improve something else.
Read More...felt still
Trapped which is why I killed Will when I became Jack
Fuck will, that bitch was whack
My attack is back at him for what he has been
Fucking has-been
My stupid twin
Druggie junkie lonely puppy doggie turdy fucking tarded broken hearted car wreck of a person
I’m me because he’s not
I’m here because my shits what’s hot
Steaming piles of talent raw
Like a dirty horny cop at a traffic stop stopping a chick that’s hot because his badge got to his head
His little one
That’s why...
...and work until it starts to shine. Through word play and multiple drafts, one sentence turns into many. They become paragraphs with meaning. Purpose. A message.
Before long garbage turns to gold. Words exposing the soul. About who I am. About what I do. Even if its fiction, that fiction came straight from inner truth. And I’ll hate it more than anyone around. They’ll love it because it was not made by them. But they got to see the things about me that I can’t express any other way. And they’ll like it even more if they relate. Because like me they struggle to say what they’d like to say.
The doubt in my ability to make things that’ll last and people...
Read MoreThe one thing I must consistently remind myself is that it’s okay to write something simple and light hearted.
Stressless.
Not every paragraph, sentence or letter needs to happen in a frantic existential crisis. It’s alright to move slow and write something meaningless. So long as the writing is enjoyed as often as it’s hated.
What good comes from existing in a perpetual panic mode?
I’m glad I obsessively refresh my thoughts on a regular basis. It reminds me to catch my breath and just let my mind wander from time to time.
To keep it simple.
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