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.
Women of a certain age.
There is so much water in my mouth, the men around me tend to drown. The world will always have the sun burning all the wet out. I am such a sea. I did not ask to be so heavy. I did not ask to look through these sea glass men. They are just so thin.
By Millie St. Waters5 years ago in Poets
Embracing the cave
I was resting on an old chair in a warm room, my coat a blanket and my arms a pillow. An unfortunate coffee, drunk during a time of hunger, kept me from true sleep. Locked into a partial awareness, I could not fall into my unconscious mind. Instead I remained in a stasis of perception, where no fantasies should have reached me and where I would have no true reprieve from the fatigue that had begun to plague me.
By Griffen Helm5 years ago in Poets
