Surrealist poetry embodies the essence of poetry itself, drawing upon shocking imagery and lyrical incongruities to comment on the inner-workings of the mind.
Lucifer, The Playwright
I know you’ll fuck her tonight, purely out of spite. I don’t let jealousy get the best of me, I know I’m the one that is in your head, an impossible song for you to forget.
i cannot attach to anything in present time.
peter piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, but i still cannot pull ripe blackberries from their stems without hooking my pointer finger on a protruding thorn.
The catch of the day is the feast of tomorrow The wet smell from the market lingers In fish pies, sushi bars and chip shops
Truth Must be Said
remember the day you silenced my speech? the only person heard me well, is no more, Although my talk was like the bat’s screech,
What is it like to be three? It's like being at the carnival everyday. For the first time you are spreading your wings.
One last song sounded in the distance on that day where the earth ceased spinning in its routine, each activity grounding to a standstill, awry,
Sighs and screams Pleasure and pain Everything in between The give of my flesh with every blow The flex of my soul, bending to His will
The Rain puddle
What life this puddle reflects, is it mine or am I just along for the ride? Have all my steps been my own or have I allowed myself led, have I given over my life to the control of others without my consent, simply by my silence.
The night I slept with the moon the world was dark and heavy. She crept upon me and lingered with her lips hovering above mine.
𝕰𝖑 𝕻𝖔𝖑í𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖔 (𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔞𝔫)
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞é 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚜 [How filthy!] ¡𝙵𝚞𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘! [How you dare!] ¡𝚀𝚞é 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚒ó𝚗! [What an objection!]
The Calm Before The Storm
It's not in the Moment that it happens; Yet, always just the moment right before; It's not the rain or crash of thunder; Yet, the calm before the storm;
i'm scared of what i see
Their words are on my lips, i can't control myself. (help me) i feel Their hands on me with Their fingers are in my blood,