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.
The Toad Smoker
It's 2019. I'm 26. I smoke a toad. Literally. The most powerful substance on the planet. The same chemical released when we are born and when we die. The molecule of who we are. Imagine being softly caressed by an angel whilst getting fisted by the devil at the same time. Every hole filled by mother nature. To an outsider, you would look like you are possessed. As an insider, you know you are possessed. Enchanted by a beauty so deep you wouldn't want it any other way. Not like you could have it any other way even if you tried. The freedom in surrender. Laughing through the tears. One of those experiences so hard to talk about over beers. "Write Kristian, Write." That's what the toad kept saying. "You owe me some magic. It's time you started paying."
By Kristian Michail5 years ago in Poets
Valhallah
Broken shadows dance in the flickered flame of the ancient Hall. Valhalla bound in singing song, the fight does last til fading dawn. Give unto Valkyries charge to take their bounty of fallen foe. Breath a labor, I stand among my brethren. All brothers to duty sworn. Another fallen before my will, Valhalla bound make no sound. My calling near, I barely stand. Heavy breath I swagger forth. Another one delivered unto the Valkyries embrace. Cold steel flash strikes so cold. It seers bloodied flesh a warm welcome, take me home. She comes for me now, I feel her warmth. Release from this Abyss. I do confess, it feels amiss. Stand up she cries! Your glory's not over! With all my will I send my fury. Gone from my side the tide has turned. For today Valhalla can wait. Odin speed my fallen brothers. Glorious journey!
By Jack Wayne Arnett5 years ago in Poets
