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.
tracey
10. The police came and got the snow rocker. I’m so glad the little bro is doing okay. that was such a scary experience. Cratey Park did not come off as the place that would have kidnapping snow rockers. Mom got Maria’s family contact info so we could go over to their house. She didn’t want us playing at the park anymore. Nor did Marie’s parents with their kids. which was understandable. I wouldn’t want my kids playing there either. the type of stuff that goes on the Motela is crazy. But that event was just the tip of the iceberg.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
9. Still screaming for some help, the snow rocker is continuing to choke little bro. and he’s threatening to do bad things to him. basically holding him for ransom. the snow rocker was trying to negotiate a price for little bro’s freedom. obviously we weren’t about to pay him jack squat. the kids dad’s snuck up behind the snow rocker. The snow rocker was too focused on everything happening in front of him, he had no idea what was in store for him. The kid’s dad punched the snow rocker and knocked him out cold. Little bro finally free. hooray!
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
8. The only reason I found him was because he was screaming at the top of his lungs. he was hiding by the picnic tables. one of the rocky snow users got a hold of him. out of all the places he chose to hide, he chose the one place we weren’t supposed to be playing. the snow rocker was holding bro in the head lock. this is getting scary now. I need to find a way to get bro out of this situation. I started screaming as well. anything to alert the closest adult for help. this was only over buddy.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
7. After I was done counting, I started my rigorous search for everyone. It wasn’t long until I found Maria. She was hiding in the slide on the play-set. She wasn’t too happy about that. She even went to the extent of accusing me of cheating. I knew she was just being bitter, so I didn’t take any offense to it. Maria’s brother was the last one still hiding. For the love of me, I couldn’t find him. Nor did I have no idea where he could be. But little did I know, he was hiding in the spot that none of us expected. The place we were forbidden from playing.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
