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.
It's Cold Down Here on the Floor
Down. Heavy. Lost. Uncertain. Hurt. Guilty. Scared. Unhealthy. Even her emotions can't get it right. Lungs short, chest tight, pain about to burst with all her weak might. I still fought as the time ticked by. We had talked, you knew why; how could you not know why? Pills passed so easily; is that your way of saying "ssshhh, ssshhh"? Oh, settle now dear slow down the race in your mind that never really begins, and will never end. Aye, lover, f*ck you! A pat on the head and abandonment, I'm edging closer to losing faith in even your humanity. Where have you been? Where will you be? I'm at your f*cking door when you need me!
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
Hypocrite
Close my eyes, I've been blind, the pages flick by flashing like a movie clip. Visions of a journal, one from a deranged mind. It has always been there, slowly etching the papers away, yet hidden in disguise. She's always been gone onto a different plane, born from a soul extensively cursed. To feel all so vehemently. Their laughter resounds from the shallows, while the depths surround me placidly. Just a ripple, that's all she can be. Too much pressure, it's becoming difficult to breathe. Do I stay ME, or flee? Be what they want me to be just so she is perceived?
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
The Written Word
Weakness coursing through my veins, as you might acknowledge a surge of excitement, I feel the flow of losing strength. Not all physical, the will to battle too. It takes a energy to create such a façade, to keep control, to seem to feel when I cannot. Lately, thoughts pacing through the mist, I often lose my word. My words. What i see when I speak the only way I can express the true depth of my cursed emotions. Words visible; seen, written. For to speak is not but a jumble as one needle in hundreds. A mind still sick at war between acceptance and loss; even a sliver of hope. Hah!
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
Insomnia
Lie awake, comfort a fleeting memory. Skin warm from within, eyes searching for answers in the darkness. Mind broken, point of tears, she begs "please let me sleep!" but also fears the blackened subconscious. Panic sets in. Will the sun shine in all it's blue-hot misery, or will it rain today as the sky screams it's song replenishing the soul so weak? One mistake; two. A stumble and f*ck you. Down, down, the rabbit's hole. Finally! that sleep. Nothing new, nothing free, nothing but manipulative memories. Now she's awake, not a clue what to do. Where are you? Help me.
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
The Shadows Speak
Quiet, so quiet. Silence itself is a sound so profound, leaving her feeling claustrophobic, though she fears no tight space. Close your eyes, seek darkness, now she feels the pain of absence. Craving the time, but dreading the loneliness that will consume her entirety. Distractions dance through the room, shadows on the walls; she's left forgetting comfort and feels like a mouse trapped inside a maze. Always running into dead ends, going in circles, and screaming "let me be free!" as she clenches her mind, eyes still closed, doubled over ready to heave. In the dark, sinister lies play tricks on me; in the mute the monster shouts such horrible things. Here the tears shed, leaving her always questioning..."What is wrong with me?"
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
Revere Sonder
Don't you see? It's not just we. An Aura gradients every being. the fade always has a deepest blue. That's where their secrets hide, probably not so far inside. Crawling on my my skin, edging under, leaving me reeling at a loss. For what's my reality, but your's too? Empath pain, muddled brain. Confuse her condition, trepidation...she begins to rhyme. Is it time? Depth of understanding, a curse that seeks no pandering. Ah! Free! Search for answers, escape the beast. Don't you see? It's not...so scary.
By Melissa Oros5 years ago in Poets
