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.
Dream Interlude
Face pale, on a quilt of journals: some open, some closed, like checkerboards. Black and white is the face and hair, somewhere in between is the desk’s pigment. Blacked out on a stack of books, with eyes closed—but half open—drooped to the end of the spines. Sore to the point of screaming when standing. I go deeper into dream flashes, I jolt and the wood shakes.
By Jack Doverspike7 years ago in Poets
L.A. Noire
Some people say that LA is the place to be, With its shadows and nightlights, Meandering streets, Stretch of sunset, passion fruit coloured beaches, Where the orange groves spread as far as the eye can see, Where they say ‘only in America can someone start with nothing and achieve the American Dream,' you can even become discovered and become a movie star, and try to make it as a celebrity, Or at least pretend to be one, They say it's Paradise on Earth, Or at least That's what they tell you
By Jack Bradley7 years ago in Poets
