Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
I dont want to share my pain with the world Feels like it's more that enough in it I dont want to connect through stories that strike nerves
It is in the Creation of our Problems That our solutions Manifest It stands to reason then that to solve a problem We must own it.
The Mortal God
I the god of tricks, so full of laughter and love of joy in life choose to fall from my home in asgard I took mortal form, only so I could be reborn and relearn
He held his hands outstretched before him , open palms facing up towards the sky of northern lights. There upon his palms danced a flame , it was small, delicate and elegant yet utterly safe upon his tender open hands.
Bubbles of Moonlight Delight
A deep bath filled with bubbles that raise and pop, a mix of imperial scents of moonlight delight. Warm waters sway with breath so smooth , garnet hair with beadlet drops of water dripping down across the skin of her bussum , returning to the pool in which she bathes.
Time stands still, in a world with no movement Colours blend into one, and existence is futile It’s lonely where I am
Lightning in My Veins
There was a time that I felt God In every storm and calm, Flowing from my fingertips, And pooling in my palms. It came at me in crashing waves; Or caught me like the tide; It filled me up to overflow, And streamed out of my eyes.
Hazy morning highway, A headlight caravan Is drifting from the hilltop: Processional unplanned. The summer sun is rising A special kind of light, A suited sort to coffee brewed On coals left from last night.
A Poem my Mom Wrote
“Today I had a thought that should be a poem – if I ever get around to it.” But Mom, you wrote a poem today when you put down those few words, For the poem is in the simple thought and in the thoughts it stirs.
so i furrow my brows and keep going.
i pressed play on a movie this afternoon and i stepped into my kitchen. i stepped into my kitchen and i listened to the intro
Countless crows block out the sun with their wings dark as ash, Only the sound of clanging swords and shrieks of pain surround me, Never have I felt the grip of fear so powerfully, For the security of my shield has been broken before me, Rushing through the fray, Only the strong will survive, New fears surface in my mind but I must resist them, The will to survive is my only tool, An armored orc with a broadsword approaches and laughs with disgust, The general of the dark army that slain my comrades, I never thought I could feel so sorrowful and victorious at the same time, On my last breath I lunge from the darkness with my sword, Now avenging the slaughtered warriors.
i want telepathic vision! The TV i want to feel the script and characters reach into my psyche and locate me existentially