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.
That girl in the corner.
Half and half rant, it was meant to be just a poem. i dont write much anymore, but sometimes i just wake up with words i feel the need to create something with. .................................. The years have gone by and the world has moved on but me? i? im standing, almost still, just watching it all go by. I'm slowly spinning, turning. observing silently its like im not even here maybe im not? maybe im just an illusion in your mind. a distant past memory. a dream or maybe a nightmare. this is how i feel a lot. so remember not to judge everybody the same. or to not judge anybody at all. i may not act the same as you or your friends. im quiet i know, but im here. and i hear. i hear everything i see everything. im not being rude if im out with you and being quiet. i do want to be there. i dont wanna go home i am having a good time and no im not sad shes hard to talk too she looks bored etc etc etc just of the few questions , a few of the judgements i get just for being someone who naturally chooses to be quiet if i didnt want to be somewhere, i wouldnt be. i wouldnt go i do not go to places where i dont think im going to be comfortable. so if you see me somewhere, i am happy and want to be there. im not bored or sad or any of these other things. im just being me internally spinning, observing, quietly commenting in my mind im not judging. i dont think im special and i am not shy either. this is just me. this is who i am and this is how i am do not try to change me you cant anyway. i do not appreciate the teasing about being so quiet. honestly im not talking because i dont like you. my brain is just different. i hear so many people doing small talk. i personally do not know how to do this and so i dont try. once when i was young , i tried to learn it, i tried to learn to verbalise every thought and more that entered my mind. i couldnt do it it wasnt for me. i talk naturally if i have something to actually say, something to add. words that i feel have a purpose behind them. a meaning a fact or a opinion. and i dont appreciate people trying to force me to do something out of my comfort zone. if i want to talk i will and if i want to do the out of my comfort zone thing then ill try. but thats my choice. i should be the one to decide if i will or if i wont. i will decide. im too different for most people. thats fine to be fair i only want people around who..... understand me or at least care too, try too. so please try not to be so judgemental of that girl sitting quietly in the corner. you do not know what is in her mind or on her mind. she may just be fine being the way she is doing her own thing. peacefully living in her own little world with the people she loves and needs busying about around her. its just how she is its just how it is and she is content. she is happy. and she is me.
By Astraldreamerabout a year ago in Poets
The Quest I Cannot Speak
This poem is pretty weird, as it relates to my husband having to go through regular x-rays, and every time I sit in the waiting area, I find myself wondering about the technician! Who are they beneath the scrubs and the neutral smile? What are they thinking when they gently position a person who's hurting, or when they see something that might change someone's life? Are they secretly longing for adventure?
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
Fear
It's a confession I'm afraid to admit. I've let the turbulence consume and rob me of my fortitude. I keep going because I've give myself no other choice. I've sought my freedom for many years and I refuse to relinquish it so willingly. I fear I'm not good enough to accomplish anything worthwhile. I fear I don't matter and that all of my goals are naive and unrealistic. I've convinced myself that I'm not worthy enough to live with happiness. You manipulated me into believing it too. Living with toxicity and breeding with it has made me cautious of every single blessing coming my way. It's easier to doubt my path than strive with confidence. What little I had, you stripped from me. Little by little, you chiseled away with your hammer until my marble foundation came to ruins. As much damage you inflicted, I wished you just as much harm so you could feel all of the pain I was suffering from. The abuse we endured and all the trauma we caused just forced me to become bitter and resentful. The fear has left me pitying myself. Our symmetry was never aligned how I wanted. You can lie to yourself but I cannot. I face the truth everyday and it is fear that punishes me so. Fear of the future where I'm afraid I'm forever unworthy of love. My insecurities have exacerbated my anxiety. This anxiety cripples me until I unravel, thread by thread. When the moment passes, I stitch myself back together again. I am excellent at building myself back up again. I just have to fall apart first. Will I ever be worthy enough for love to find me? Will I ever find true inner peace? Anxiety holds my hand but offers no comfort. Fear walks beside me but is not my friend. Bravery is a trait I keep searching for. Confidence is not my strength but I have no choice but to keep going. Mostly out of spite but also to prove I can do this. I fear I have been condemned. I fear I am doomed by my own failures. I've come so far just to remember how far I have left to go. To be satisfied would be a luxury. Anxiety is a burden I wouldn't wish on anybody. Fear is a motivator when there is no other option available. By default, I will keep on persevering. I will keep being resilient because I have no excuse. Anxiety will always be here but it won't always control me. Fear won't always make me so insecure. My flaws are not defined by my own high expectations and standards. My grim view of reality is not real. Anxiety, please be kind to me. I really am trying my best. Fear, I beg you to at least let me lead the way. I must travel far to find myself. Please allow me to do this.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
