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.
on the road
7. We finally got back to my hometown. It looks just how it did when we left. Pretty and serene little neighborhood. We stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Dinner for the night and whatever else we might need. I was so happy to be back in my old stomping grounds. I wonder when I’ll be able to see my friends again. I haven’t seen them all summer. They must’ve gotten into a lot of fun stuff while I was gone. Time to go see if my old room is still intact. I’m so tired from the drive.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
1. My dad is always moving. Some would call him a nomad. Life was like an endless video game for him. There was never a final boss. Always a new level to beat. A new mission to accomplish. As a kid, I never thought it was a bad thing moving around. I thought it was just a part of everyone’s life. On his new escapade, we stayed with him in Motela for the summer. Of course, I thought this was just a summer thing. I had no intention of staying there. But that all changed. Motela really started growing on me.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
2. After a summer break which felt like an eternity, the time to go back home snuck up on us. I don’t know why I was feeling reluctant to leave. I actually like Motela, but I had a life back home I wanted to get back to. But Dad came up with the prospect of us staying with him there for good instead.I couldn’t give him a straight up answer at that moment. But it didn’t sound like a terrible idea either. I still wanted to at least go back home and see if the spark was even still there.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
3. Packed all my bags and got ready for the trip back home. I took my time packing. I really wasn’t trying to leave Dad’s crib. Motela really had a lot of potential. I had met a few kids at the park. We immediately clicked and became friends. The hospitality that everyone in the town shows was really like the icing on the cake. Maybe this place was my final calling. What if back home wasn’t meant for me. I think I’ve picked up Dad’s nomadic ways. I finish packing and put my stuff in the car. Let’s hit the road.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
4. We stop at the gas station before we leave. Just to make sure no one had to use it right when hit the road. I used the bathroom just for safe measure. It’s the worst thing to have to use it when you’re well into the trip. A guy in there dropped a few dollars on his way out. Free snacks for me. I walked around the store and got some chips, snack cakes, and a drink. Dad filled up the car and we were out of there. There is so much road in front of us. Bon voyage y’all.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
on the road
5. Another peaceful road trip is underway. Dad’s been driving for about 2 and a half hours. Nobody wants to drive 5 hours straight, so obviously it was time for a little rest break. We take the next exit and head to the gas station. It was close to a few fast food shots. I had been holding it for the past 20 minutes. So the moment Dad parked the car, I hopped out and ran to the restroom. After that we got a bite to eat before we got back on the road. Almost 3 more hours until we arrive.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
Taylor Swift - Love Story
"Love Story" is a hit song by Taylor Swift, released in 2008. The song was written by Swift herself and produced by Nathan Chapman. It is a part of her second studio album, "Fearless," which was released on November 11, 2008. The song tells the story of a young couple who fall in love despite their families' disapproval.
By Arsalan Khan3 years ago in Poets
