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.
...Faint heat
Rapid growth
Tall and bright
Illumination
Long life keeping things visible for those around
Low flame
About to burn out
The candle is all but evaporated
Dim
Near dark
Walls swallowed behind the ever growing void
Resistant fire stands...
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Don't feel creative
Thus, I create something new
Addiction is strong
...not even giving me the chance to explain why I am this way. It’s not fair for her to throw this all away because of claims that I’m crazy and have been for days. This makes me seem out of mind and out of place. I’m dismissed as though my words make no sense, its insolence and disrespectful since I think I’ve earned enough points to be listened to.
I just need her to hear me long enough to see my point and believe it. I’m not trying to deceive her, but she keeps trying to leave and I need her here to see the honesty inside...
Read MoreMy 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...
...crosses pavement
Generational debate
Bell rings with a pink basket
Into a mechanized can
On rubber radio signals
Awkward quiet
Stressful hearts race
Panic! Panic!
The can rolls away...
...information when I know I don’t have all the parts. There is more to acquire. Even if further reasoning on the same information is the only thing that can be done from my place and time, I’m okay with exploring that, but I’m alone in this.
Comprehension of different minds I fully understand. We don’t all think the same, but in the middle of conversation it escapes me as I’m enjoying myself. As a result, it always feels to me like I’m being abandoned in the middle of a discussion. Because I see more places it can go, but this doesn’t mean they do or if they do that they even want to go there. Reasoning is abstract and that isn’t the most appealing to most. I’d rather just be told they don’t want to be in the conversation...
Read MoreSubmit
Struggle is impossible if you don’t resist.
The stream flows if you don’t stand against it.
Read MoreDistractions Many
Focus Requires Discipline
Fight For What You Want
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