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.
What is this I see?
I walk with giants. I move among beasts. Some days I think that I am one of them. But which I do not know. I look into the mirror glass. Is this me that stares back? Come look, cheek to cheek. You are there, oh so clear, but look a little closer darling. If you dare.
By Rachel McCaulley5 years ago in Poets
Vanity Card #2
How are we built so differently from the geniuses that wrote entire symphonies before they had their first kiss? How haunted were those with the deafening call from the Gods to conjure compositions that would be reveled for centuries? What nightmares did Mozart have at night, at fourteen, knowing that he had the power to change the world? History books will never fully illustrate the torture that lived in the hearts of these pioneers, and how the suffering was necessary for them to succeed as prodigies, as legends, as madmen. Perhaps it was supernatural. Perhaps rock and roll said it best: They sold their souls to the devil.
By Alejandra Carrasco5 years ago in Poets
