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.
Freedom Exchange
The house was empty, nothing to show but the dust blow through wasted breath. A flame burned brightly as though to show safety in the cold cryptic house, the sky was lit only with the souls of baffled lights learning how to flicker, a true worth adversary for the tormented. "Sh... She is asleep" cries of an elderly mother shock the floorboards to creak. He joins her once more as the enlightened god rises to take what has yet to be claimed by its unworthy sister. "Bring my baby back to me at once sir!" The cowardice mother gravels and reels at the knees of the surgeon. The red line of an emerging legend leaps bounds and grabs the small child's life from within her. The door closes on the operation room to the sight of a white cloth being dragged over a burnt out home. Day breaks and the black robes break through the crowd to say goodnight, as its sister takes hold of a new form. "Freedom is mine..."
By Zackery Talvy7 years ago in Poets
Scream
I need someone or something to bring me back to reality out of this black hole where unanswered questions that taunt me and haunt me in my nightmares go to bask and enjoy themselves until they're revisited again. Isn't it spectacularly crazy how our one brain that's the size equivalent of our two fists put together has so much stuff? It takes you places, even places you don't want to go. My philosophies are abundant but just one of them is that this entire universe can be completely and utterly consumed, annihilated by a black hole yet our brain has the strength to create one of these black holes in our own head where it appears out of the vast oblivion before the first storm hits and you're flooded. Out of nothing comes something that holds everything.
By ani manoukian7 years ago in Poets
