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.
Fiction
Suddenly he broke his silence and in tattered voice with terribly frightened, wide- open eyes, spoke, “ A luminous flash of light caught me on the bed and pulled me out through the closed door as if my body could penetrate anything solid matter, wood or steel. In the spur of a moment, I was gliding in the space without wings. Something invisible was controlling me without holding. I was passing through the planets like a flashlight. Though I was not feeling at speed yet scenes in front of my eyes were mysteriously getting changed at the batting of an eye. Reaching somewhere in the space I was sucked and extracted. Just after that I opened my eyes and found lying on my bed. I know no one will believe me. I am absolutely sane and truly narrating what happened to me last night.”
By I. R. Pathak5 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Frozen into the bleak cold of the night there was no where else to go, A pain stopped the speedy thoughts making her pause in time, Those crimson eyes, That crimson smile, His lustrous eyes as she cried, He lusted after her pain, Her blood, As he sucked on her wounds, He could never be hers But for him she is all of his, He owns every space of her mind, Like a puppet he pulls the strings, But oh how those beautiful eyes had a soul that not even the darkest soul could take away, She replaced those memories with affirmations, Owned her body, And dared to smile once again, Her name being, Innocence.
By Jamynah Anthony5 years ago in Poets
