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.
Mary'$ Jane
Mary's Jane, how can I ever explain, the ecstasy I feel after her kiss, it's like smoke in my veins, she doesn't let me lose control, but her indica shows instant love to my brain, her sativa elevates me to create, I mean inspires my creative soul, I guess you have to be a true artist to understand.
By Diamond Dreams Movement8 years ago in Poets
New Years Deal
What a wonderful way to welcome new year's day. We all have a drink in our hand and listening to a great band. The only issue so far is the strange man by the bar. He has been watching my friends and I all night with a death glare, making us uneasy I walk up and say something cheesy. Mr do you need a camera, I say with only a off putting stare as a reply yet I notice he has only one eye. A strong feeling in my gut says this isn't right, but I play it off as I join my friends we hear a loud sound. At first with all the screaming and yelling we thought the ball had dropped, till I looked at my watch and see it's still an hour away. Another sound went off like a bang and with people in a state of cower, I look in to see by surprise that guy had wings and some kind of power. His hands were glowing red as he stood on a body claiming it's soul, he caught my stair only to meet with a coal like glare. As I was frozen in fear all I could hear was the blood dripping from his mouth. He spoke words that shock me to the core even more than the gore “ The Devil has come to collect and with me only a demon that leaves you the suspect” I was in disbelief. Once the ball dropped everyone around me lifeless and cold on the ground. When the cops came they did buy what I had told yet all I can think of was their souls had been sold.
By ElRey Niffen8 years ago in Poets
