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.
...Wifey’s birthday. Can’t forget to turn up
Mollies, like real adults
Get paid. Five baby daddies
Drive up to welfare in a shiny Benz
At work all day. The mean streets
The crew runs too deep for fear
“We’re men,” we say
Go hard for the homies. Stay hard for the homies. But no homo
Own name tattoo across chest. Thug credentials
Or Identification In-Case-Of-Shit
Long white Ts, Like a Ghost...
Read More...induces madness, anger. There’s no reason to look away from a doppelganger. Less so when you’re not even the origin side of this parallel.
Staring at watches and doorknobs all day assures nothing. The room is still empty. But inside the slime buried beneath blue lines is the formula for happiness.
There was never a mirror.
There was never a door.
There was never a watch.
Grab the keys to the engine and hit the road, injure it. No passengers needed to reach the next destination. They’re no more than a thought of the past. But I’m no longer sure I even want to reach the...
Read MoreI fight them back whether or not I try. Emotions suppressed by lie after lie. Self-deceit, mainly. The want is to let them out. To be free from the contained pressure. It’s toxic, less like oxygen, but more like carbon. Pint up, the closed container is shook and expands to its limits. Representative of someone young never allowed to be a child. Curiosity punished by ignorance leading to a path of destructive addiction. Not being able to let out what is felt leads to wanting to feel nothing, instead. Not all who wander are lost. Some of us are just hoping we’re never found.
By Jack Thomas
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