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.
Headlights Aren’t Always Lullabies . Top Story - August 2022.
We grew up differently, you see. A child in muddy water who has never been so scared at the site of the world around them. Wasps with wings as large as propellers and the shells of a bug they would come to admire scattered across oceans. Headlights so bright their childhood home paints across their eyelids in neon colors. You, hand held and laces tied but a twinge in your brow for you can see how this river once flowed with blood. Arms and legs bound with cement, memories transcribed below them. There are countless ways to open a carcass— take its hand and jump head first. Father always said to watch my feet but my eyes were drawn to the sky. A beratement around each corner, internal alarms so silent I had yet to hear them for years. Every headlight becomes a lullaby if you shut your eyes tight enough. Every stop sign becomes an apology if you’re delusional enough. You say your child- hood drags behind you like a dead body but mine has always dragged me.
By Olivia Dodge4 years ago in Poets
On The Other Side
Where the dead does not tread, they can only hide,In shadows, in darkness, shying away from mortal cries.Abandoned halls, corridors twisting and windows busted,A lone shadow stalks the passages between light and dark,They are there, there in shadows, gone when the sun rises. They are broken things, their forms all thin and twisted.
By Brittany Miller4 years ago in Poets
