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
5. And of course she said yes the next day. We went out to eat for Sunday dinner though. Even though I hated going to church, the food afterwards was worth it. And it was better to eat a lot of food and then go burn all of it off by running around the park and playing. I don’t even care about this part of the story. This is really a filler part so I can get through the story. Anyways, we ended up driving over to the park after we were done eating. Time to see if the kids are back to play.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
2. Being a new kid in town, I wasn't too familiar with any of the kids at the park. But I shouldn't have any problem adjusting and making new friends. My family is always moving around so I'm used to having to meet new people. My brother and I see these three kids playing on the playset. As kids, no one was as judgemental as they are today. So they had no problem with playing with random kids at the park. We asked them if they wanted to play tag and they immediately said yes. Oh, what fun we were having.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
3. Every park I’ve ever been to has had an area with picnic tables dedicated for eating. Cratey Park one as well. But it wasn’t used for those purposes. Motela was well known for its epidemic of magic potions. The rocky snow, to be exact. A group of people who loved to partake in the rocky snow, well let’s just say it took a hold on their lives. Homeless and not a care in the world. I later came to learn that that was “their” designated area. Us kids weren’t really supposed to be over there. But we still play near there anyways.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
4. Mom wasn’t too fond of the rocky snow users. She didn’t want us kids to be seeing that or being playing in the same area as them. She decided to take us home. And she had an attitude about it. I never understood why she was that bothered by it. I asked her if we could go back tomorrow. She said she’ll see about it. So it was just a waiting game. To see if she would say yes. She mostly likely would. I hope the kids we met are gonna be there tomorrow. I never even got their names.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
tracey
1. First couple of months in Motela went by fast. We did a lot of exploring in the city. One day, mom and dad decided to take us to the park. This park was well known around the city. Cratey Park was the name. Named after Jimmy Cratey, one of the founding fathers of Motela. We always drove past it on our way to the store. I would always see a bunch of people there. And during summer, it was always nice out. This was the case the day we went. Let’s play hide and go seek. Time to have fun.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
