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.
Eat. Content Warning.
Eat The table is ready Sit down And dine Stuff your face Ignore the growing chatter Silence your mind And devour Cutlery is too loud Throw away your fork and knife Take it in your hands And consume Tears slice across your cheeks Salting and flavoring your meal Don't stop Keep gorging yourself On tonight's dinner Be a good piggy Pay no mind to the stares They're just jealous Of how full you will be When you finish The final course arrives The scent carving a place in your nostrils Sickness builds low Vomit gurgles beneath your uvula But it's almost over Quell your guilt And take the last bite Finish eating
By J "Griffin" Rooms9 months ago in Poets
The mind is not something that can be forged.
It must be built and cared for – how a carpenter tends to the wood framing of a house. A sturdy mind is formed from the blessings of its own destruction. As has always been known, a system must first be deconstructed to determine how it works. Take your life and love and throw them away, for their use shall naught disturb others. As you are deconstructed and summoned upon the throne of self- realization/self-actualization. You will come into your own, your eyes have not frozen over yet. There is time for you. There will always be time for you. This peace will not war with your soul forever. You must face the burden. Damn the keys and break the gate. Your destruction is here. It is near. It is always, unending, Abraxis in both.
By Dylan Hughes9 months ago in Poets
