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.
Lost in the Music
Music fills my soul. When life empties it I sing my heart out no matter how bad I am, because with each exhale of a lyric, is an exhalation of pain. Life isn't always perfect, and we all need that one thing to get us through the bad times. The difficult times that take our breath and steal our hope. I cry as I'm singing a verse from our favourite songs, to release the heartache that I can't bring to my lips. The pain that pulls so deeply, it rips the smile from my face. It makes my bones ache while it holds me close. So I put on my headphones, turn up the volume until it drowns out my fears, my pain. And I let go, until I have nothing left. Until I can sleep....
By Fiver Goodier7 years ago in Poets
Boom Boom
Boom boom. My heart explodes from my chest, and my lungs turn to concrete. Dark fog rolls around my bare feet which tread cautiously forward, numb from the cold snowy ground beneath. Boom boom. Wind howls through the trees which loom above me. The shadows of their empty branches stretch towards the sky like arms reaching desperately towards the heavens for an escape. Boom boom. Shadows dart across my vision, and my head jolts violently to the left, following these, but I see nothing. Boom boom. My pace quickens when a twig snaps loudly several feet behind me. Boom boom. I begin to run. Boom boom. Boom boom. Suddenly the ground slips away from me and I'm falling down, deeper and deeper. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. And then, boom boom, all at once, boom boom, there is nothing.
By Dustynotes7 years ago in Poets
