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.
Bruised
I testified as the Beatin and the mistreated to a crowd of indulgent assholes who think life is this paved road that they created and there’s no separating from it. Always the bad guy never the victim when it was you that hurt me, when it was you that I took care of when you needed to be taken care of, when it was you that thought all the little things I said was cute and nourishing as a lullaby is to a newborn baby. But now all you say is “Just stop being so stressed about me,” sorry but I can’t. I can’t just stop being stressed about something that means everything to me. You say I spaz out because I’m an emotional wreck and I have my problems, as I set my problems aside and try to make your problems mine all you can do is think about him. You’ll see that it’s not I who is the one that’ll in the end take you to a place you don’t wanna go but it’ll be I whom will save you from the place. I’m the Gatsby of my generation, a generation that’ll one day be lost. Now I’ll go back to my razor blades and whiskey while you wait for him, as you think he is imperative to your life as if I am not. To not see what is truly happened to your life will be your demise. Now I ask you have you seen this girl, perhaps in the mirror as you do your makeup or perhaps in the mirror as you wipe away the tears as you whisper “no more." Who’s the victim.
By Brian Pimental7 years ago in Poets
Dreaming
a blurry mind upon awakening from a world that makes much more sense to me than this one. where cliffs hang low meeting neon blue waters and i can find my friends again. there are skies of pulsating life, a breathing organ we all scrape our feet against. my spirit seeks refuge in the essence of my loved ones and in the small town constructed by the memory of a much younger me. it is pink and orange and calm, beside my older sister i sit and wonder if any of this is real. “of course it is” says her wide eyes - emeralds that i wish to place in my jewelry box mind forever. i wander down the peach tinted beach, so dreamy and divine is the chaos that trails behind me. my body against the sand, an embrace of this world. appreciation for silence. i close my eyes. you always find me. i am sure that you never left.
By Alexandra Gonzalez7 years ago in Poets
Alchemist Ablaze
the more i ask my self how i truly feel - the more silence i receive as an answer. it is a few days into november as the sun and moon dance with each other within me. they morph and cry and balance. and wrap around me tightly in a dizzying distraction from the many days that pass through me. they say the veils have been lifted and that something is on the horizon, bringing forward a new frame work of being. perhaps, the final blow to scatter the ashes of this idea. embers to transform into flame as i prepare to set my soul on fire. ajna spoke so passionately about how they will sail across the sea to watch you set yourself ablaze. i intend to do so. the crowd collects and grows by the presence of my past selves - those who have bled, torn and soaking in salt tears from the broken child that had to let go - they have come back to embrace me. and to be embraced as well. we are alchemists, my love. it is reassuring to remember that all can be transformed within this moment. i saw you in my dreams and heard my self release the words - “healing is a spiral”. and i love you for it. it is something to be gentle with the dainty fragments of existence, for the animals of my wild mind begin to trust again. coming towards me slowly from the dark of the shadows, bright eyes like candle light, cold melting as we collide in eternal recognition. returning home to the warmth of a mothers love. i feel i can only truly be free once i have loved and released all that i have ever known. the secrets of the universe reveal themselves like a trail of crumbs i left for my self to find a long time ago. i am protected in my journey.
By Alexandra Gonzalez7 years ago in Poets
