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.
Mismanagement
I Don't know what you want from me. You change your mind constantly. Should I be myself or a robot with only a single thought with no clarity or self-worth who tries to please but is confused because of a misdirection brought on with no rhyme or reason? Perhaps some discretion would be a better suit more than just an act of whimsy. Maybe something a little less flimsy like a plan set in motion driven by a single devotion to change that which surrounds but all you are is confounded by an endless cycle like a nut stripped of threads your thought process I don't know where it begins or where it ends again I don't know what you want from me.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]5 years ago in Poets
Summer Sip
No pills, just empty bottles; thought he could be a man, but instead, he drowns his sorrows. Amitted to loneliness, he must confess to a life of tragedy brought on at an early age though as a man, the battle for custody raged, he had won. Responsibility began to turn him away from the life he loved of drinks and sex; he still indulges in the summer sip an occasional dip from a proper life devoid of strife, but what is next only time will tell, for he will always be trapped in his own personal hell.
By Mark lewis [bitwima]5 years ago in Poets
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