surreal poetry
Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Celeste
Black velvet, silky, dark, she moves between the raindrops, not wet but not dry. She maintains a balanced relationship with the shadows. Darkness gives liberally and takes what it needs. She silently pays each transaction, inhaling the void, exhaling pain -- spilling her breath upon those of whom she’s spilled blood, carnal energy vibrating gently through her long, wispy eyelashes. Calm chaos throbs patiently in her fingertips. With snake-like seduction, poisonous provocation, the young warrior stalks her prey unconsciously. The pitch-black ink of her gaze always leaves a fortunate stain. Slicing silence, removing reality, absorbing all, the panther woman smoothly sinks her curved claws into your unassuming soul.
By Dillon Brady5 years ago in Poets
The Death
That smell. Not of death, but of the antiseptic bleach smell that pervades the nostrils from the time your feet step from the elevator. Here you do not smell the weeping wounds of pus or drainage from every body orifice. You smell only the shocking smell of fresh clean linens and clean floors that attempt to hide the decay of flesh. Sometimes you wonder what is worse.
By Kellie Chapman5 years ago in Poets
