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.
Her
I am alive when i touch you. Through fiber optics and heart stained paragraphs. In the middle of nothing with my chocolate milk and my empty eyed fingertips searching for something to better myself. I keep dreaming of you asleep. With your stars on the wall. I want to touch you, but you are water color and finger paint. You are there and warm,i am here. Hooked up to the machine. My arms are sewn in and your veins are creeping out. Like fireflies in the rain with my electric blood and your warmarm, synthetic touch. This is how i know you. This is how we breathe. This is how the world keeps turning.
By Sabrina Lilith Black6 years ago in Poets
Antithetical/hello?
I am good. So good-at making things known. I can communicate an idea with unparalleled fidelity to the most uncongenial of audiences. I will make you a list. And it will detail with expert specificity, all you need from me. I will write you a report. You will know everything. I can do this. For you. I think I am lost. A form larger than the space I inhabit. Living within the boundaries of etiquette and expectation. I want to be done with this. I feel... so. Deeply. And I replace it. I articulate and extrapolate in vociferous agreement. I force my general disposition and prepare my responses. I'm good. How are you? I am somewhere else. Beyond this inane chatter. But I will not tell you this. Because you cannot understand. I will give you what you expect from me. To get you away from me. To get me back to me. Is there anybody out there?
By Sabrina Lilith Black6 years ago in Poets
