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.
From Inside a Box
It feels colder than usual. The invisible walls are showing themselves; they're foggy today. Sometimes, clear pebbles roll down the invisible walls, leaving a clear trail behind. I try to eat them but they disappear before I can get them in my mouth. They probably wouldn't taste good anyway - the black ones on the floor sure don't.
By JensengTea3 years ago in Poets
on the road
10. We decided to stay at a hotel for the rest of the night. We were going to pack everything back up and head on back to Motela. After a long night of consideration and thinking. I realized that there is nothing left for me in this town. Maybe it’s best for me to just move on. See the world. Try something new. I’m excited to see what Motela has in store for us. It’s really a hit or miss at this point. We drive the long 5 hour drive back to Motela and get ready to start our new life.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
9. This was the biggest let-down of the summer. I had plans for the school year. Plans to hang out with my friends. But this house really ruined my mood. And now that I think about it. We got everything we needed back in Motela with Dad. I came to the conclusion that this was not the move. I would take months to fix the house back up. And I don’t have time for that. I told Dad that we can just move too Motela for good. I guess it’s time to start a new life there. Bon voyage, my hometown.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
8. We pulled into the driveway and I was so relieved. Finally, we can get out of this car and relax. The grass in our yard was up to my knees. Our mailbox was about to explode from the amount of mail in it. No one had been mowing our yard for almost 3 months. We open the door and there are spider webs everywhere. An odor that wasn’t that pleasant. Someone had left the tap in the bathtub on before we left. The bathtub flooded and fell through the floor. I didn’t even want to know how long it would take to repair.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
6. Another hour into the drive and something crazy happened. Open road on the highway. The car is quiet and everything is moving like it was a few hours ago. I woke up from a food coma. And next thing I know, this red car next to us almost swerved off the road. The guy in the car was trying to pass us, so he sped up. I don’t know what happened in that little 2 seconds, but somehow he swerved and almost caused a huge crash. Good thing Dad is an excellent defensive driver. Only 1 more hour in this car.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
