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.
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8. this is just my luck. this is just what I needed today. in my defense, that kid had it coming to him. he tripped me for absolutely no reason. all you had to do is try to get the ball. but no, that was too easy. so he had to go the extra mile to kick me in the back of my leg. and because I called him a few names, I had to sit at the table by myself in the corner at lunch. man, this is so unfair. free me till it’s backwards. I really hope this is all there is to my punishment. anything beyond this to my teacher is tripping.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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7. I wasn’t worried about that little argument. he started it by tripping me. and for that, he didn’t even apologize to me. so I don’t really care about him crying because he did it on purpose. recess is almost over and I was about to kick another goal. in the middle of my kick, my teacher called me over. about 5 feet behind her was the kid that I got into a argument with. just what I needed. she went over the whole thing and I didn’t deny any of it. yep, that was the end of my clean streak here.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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9. at the end of every school day, our teacher had to stamp our calendar. the color of our card that day is what got stamped. I was internally having a panic attack because she had already threaten me with the card flip. so I knew it was coming but I didn’t know how severe the card flip was gonna be. she called me over before everyone else. she explained to me what I did was wrong, but she was feeling generous since it was Friday. as if they made any difference. I was still getting grilled when I got home.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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10. she flipped my card to yellow instead of blue. on a scale of best to worst, the colors were green, yellow, blue, orange, and red. my teacher had initially threatened me with the blue card flip, but her oh-so-kind generosity only left me with yellow. I didn’t know how to explain this to my dad. I had been on a green streak all month. he'd definitely flip out over this and she added a note trying to egg it. my dad would never take my side. it was always a teacher's word over mine. goodbye to all of my privileges this weekend.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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5. 10 minutes left of me pretending like the reading is so interesting. and I don’t gotta worry about that summary. I got Gerald to do it for me the teacher was even keeping an eye on us, so cheating in our class was the easiest thing in the world. We turned in our work and started packing up for recess. been waiting for this ever since I was stepped on the bus this morning. Ronnie is one of my good friends from school. me and him get the soccer ball off the cart and go start up a game. Thank you lord.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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4. The moment we walked in the door of our classroom, my teacher started telling us to get out our textbooks. Her voice was beyond annoying. I must have done something terrible to have to start my day with her every day. It’s literally the worst punishment in America. I’m probably over-exaggerating. We have to read chapter 4 of our textbooks and write a short summary. I promise you that I couldn’t be less interested in reading. I only came to school for lunch and recess. Everything else, I’m mentally not there for it. Just an hour left until some sunshine.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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3. The bus ride every day is pretty much the same. We hit the four more stops around town before actually heading to the school. It’s too early to be there joking and playing around. I usually can be caught catching a few extra Z‘s before I’m forced to sign my life away for the day. We get to the bane of my existence and the first thing Jill and I do is go get breakfast. Some days, breakfast is bomb and some days it’s terrible. It’s really hit or miss today. It was all right. Let me throw away my trash so I can head to the homeroom.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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1. When you’re having a good night's sleep, the last thing you want to hear is your dad telling you it was time for school. Well at least that’s the case for me. My dad was pounding on the door so loud I thought he was breaking it down. He was a heavy handed guy. Regardless, it’s too early for all that. But of course I got up and started getting ready. As much as I hated it, I never really questioned the daily school routine. Took a shower, brushed my teeth, and put my clothes on. I really wanna go back to sleep.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
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2. I gave my mom a kiss and then walked to the bus stop. The bus stop isn’t that far from my house, but it is still a little walk. The sun was just coming up in the distance so the sky had that mid dark mid light look to it. There were the two other kids from my neighborhood who would wait at the bus stop with me. Jenni and Jill. They were sisters. Jill was in my grade. The bus pulled up after 10 minutes. Let’s get this show on the road. I would much rather be in bed right now.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
Far…Farther
What drug will release me from this endless suffering? What have I done to deserve it? Was I a heinous villain in my past lives? Or are my self-perceived good acts actually abruptly atrocious ones? On my phone I see the face of death. He stares coldly at me as I write. His chin has decayed wrinkles and his mouth is lipless. His eyes are hidden behind a black veil and white letters. His neck is robust and I can see the strength in his shoulders. His impression is smudged on my phone’s screen. It would seem my fingers know what I truly desire. But again I ask, what drug will release me from this endless suffering?
By Sir Contra3 years ago in Poets
