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.
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THE CLOCK ON THE WALL SAYSTICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCKLYING ON MY COUCHSTARING AT THE CLOCK FOR HOURSI FEEL SO CONFUSED IN LIFEI DID EVERYTHING RIGHTEVERYTHING I WAS TOLD TO DO IT DID IT WITH A SMILESTILL WHY DO LIFE PLAY THESE GAMES WITH MEI RISE UP, JUST TO GO BACK DOWNNOTHING STAY THE SAMENOTHING IS EVER LIKE IT WAS BEFORETHE NEXT TIME AROUND I GOREALITY GLARES ME IN THE EYESSOMEBODY SEEN YOU CRYYOU THOUGHT YOU HAD LIFE IN YOU GRASPONLY TO SLIDE THROUGH THE TIP OF YOUR FINGER TIPSNOBODY SAY YOU ONLY GET ONE CHANCEYOUR DREAMS ON HOLDYOUR LIFE IN PAST, YOUR NOW PRESENT AND FUTURE IN BAD CONDITIONWHEN YOU 30 YEARS OLD YOUR MEMORIES START TO FADEYOU REALLY CAN'T RECALL THE PAST THAT MUCHIT HURT SO BADTHAT YOU CAN'T TURN AROUND TO LOOKALL YOU SEE IS DARKNESS AND SCARING ISSUESWHY CAN'T I GET OVER THE MADNESSPEOPLE CAUSE ME OR I CAUSEDWHY DO I CONTINUE TO LIVE IN FEARWHILE STRONG HOLDS LEAD MY LIFEI LOOK ELSEWHERE FOR COMFORTI READ THE BIBLE, GO TO CHURCHPRAY, TAKE MEDICATIONS, SMOKE DRUGSDRINK LIQUOR UNTIL MY MIND IS GONEMY PAST KEEPS ME FROM MY NOW PRESENTSUPPRESSES ME TO PUT LIFE ON HOLDFOCUS ON THE PAINDOCTORS SAYS IT'S ONLY DEPRESSIONIT'S VERY COMMON IN PEOPLETREATMENT IS THE ONLY WAYWHO HAVE CONTROL OVER OUR DEPRESSIONDO I HAVE CONTROL OVER MY DEPRESSIONOR DO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING HAVE CONTROL OVER MY DEPRESSIONOR HOW I FEEL OR HOW I GRIEFMIND SPINNING IN A WORLD POOLDON'T KNOW WHO I REALLY AM YETI SEE VISIONS OF MY FUTUREMY NOW PRESENT IS SUPPRESS WITH THE PASTTHE PAST HAS TAKING CONTROL OF MY LIFEONE DAY AN KNOCK AT MY DOORTHEIR WAS A MAN AND CHILDSTANDING AT MY DOORTHEY SAY HELLO MY NAME ISWE LIKE TO KNOW IF YOU WOULD BUY SOME CANDYMY EYES WAS FOCUS ON THE SINGLE FATHER OF THE CHILD AT LEAST I HOPEDI REALLY DON'T KNOW IF HE IS SINGLE OR NOTI JUST ASSUMED HE WAS I SAID SURE LET ME HAVE ONE CANDY BAR PLEASETHAN MY DOOR CLOSES WITHOUT FURTHER SAYINGMY DEPRESSION CUT OFF JUST FOR 2 MINUTES AT THE DOOR I REALIZED THAT I WASN'T DEPRESSEDI WAS LONELY INDEEDI LET ALL THE MADNESS FROM MY PAST CREEP UPTAKE CONTROL OF MY NOW PRESENTTHAT I COULDN'T SEE I WAS LONELY INDEEDFROM THAT DAY FORWARD I STARTED MAKING CHANGES IN MY LIFEI STARTED GETTING INVOLVED WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD PARTICIPATING IN EVERYTHING I QUIALIFY FOR JUST SO I WON'T MISS AN CHANCE AT SOMETHINGLOOK THERE MY HEART BEATS AGAIN, I'M MOTIVATED MORE THAN I EVER WASI START MAKING PLANS AND GOALS I MET ME AN MANNOW I'M FINALLY AT HOME.
By Constance Lindsey5 years ago in Poets
