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.
My Sickness
Disastrous it’s been , feeling hollow again. Destruction runs through my veins and I am channeling the pain. I think you drove me insane, in the shadows you hid the other side so giving ,the snare , the escape so rare. Things that we should all be aware ,so beware temptation is in the air, I smell the complications from here. I’m hearing the multiplication of self meditation the split is a fixation of all of this. The temptress the tempers . The malfunctions I deserve. Our calculations are absurd ,my talents are Coerced and the minutes are reversed. Paradise is cursed ,I am ordering my last nerve. My happiness is provoked caught up by hopes . I’m scattered all around from the sky‘s to the Waters to the ground .Out to hunt? pray is found. The dimensions of my decisions are on a far away realm . it’s hidden from the manifestations that have targeted the remaining salvation. Leaking faith to danger. Fiction spoke it’s all a joke. So soak it all In and choke . For none of us were ever provoked . No more sorrow no more dreams no more present or air to breathe ,close your eyes to the kind then ravage the last bit of the beginning. One simple wish hint ,hint It was all fixed now they’re all craving the End.
By Chris Montray’s Bent Logic6 years ago in Poets
Thomas Elemental
I feel you there, the warlock of such power . No one knows your secret gift for it is not on public display, yet there you stand before your alter , you torso free of the burden of finest cotton but there across you skin markings of your craft , not permanent in their symbolic display for these markings are dripping.
By Alixzandra Wiseman6 years ago in Poets
