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.
Unwelcome
By what design am I meant to walk so cautiously with this burden? This unwholesome situation is so mentally exhausting. I let you inflict your trauma on me. I allowed you to infiltrate my core where you decided to off load all your misdeeds. Years spent undermining myself but you didn't help lift me up in any way. I provided a safe place but you were never the comfort I sought. You were a paradox I couldn't figure out. You were a contradiction that couldn't quite function. You kept trying to make me dimmer so you could shine brighter. I was inhaling your poisonous fumes and wondering why I kept asphyxiating. How can I disassociate from your entire existence? Why am I constantly at war with myself? This is the wrong kind of love and I don't want it. It keeps disrupting me and I have no need for it. Dying more and more each day until there was only a void left in me. Your selfish deeds can't keep dismembering and dismantling me. Please leave me as I am. I was overruled in the beginning but you will forever remain unwelcome now. Bargaining is done but you will never be forgiven. You will be laid to eternal rest with such vehemence. I can't continue to bandage my wounds with you still creating new ones. Vanquishing you will be an ordeal I must endure in order to survive. You were allowed here once. You have stayed past your allotted time. The clock counts down until the inevitable moment. Time of death is any minute now. You are most unwelcome from now until my grudge decays. This kind of love makes everyone unwell. Will I ever forgive you? Only time will tell
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Polytheist
I was the visionary with parallels always blocking my views. I didn't know it was you I had to confront in order to remove the blockage. I wasted time praying to you when you never heard one of my prayers. I was wrapped up in the all-consuming aura you perpetrated but you never matched anything I ever gave, you only took. You were the crack of light that never broke the seal you formed around me. There was an afterlife I had prepared for us but this world needed me free. The keeper of the dead let me go out of pity and out of spite. You wouldn't dare meet me in the middle because that would require actual consideration from you. There was always some thing I felt I had to prove. The pressure from conformity was only released when I forced you out of my life. The voices in my head criticized me worse than your nonchalance ever did. My suffering finally collapsed and collided with my outstretched hands. We grabbed a hold of one another and I threw that wretched suffering overboard for the final time. I smelled sulfur for far too long and I grew accustomed to it. I let the fear control me until I was afraid to accomplish anything. I was unaware of how conditional our love would turn out to be. I thought being hard made me unbreakable but I still ended up broken. You didn't want me to speak but so much has gone unspoken. I thought you made me heartless when it was me who had to conceal that precious commodity. Always the greedy one, stealing my peace and sanity when I had none to begin with. I wished for your blessings but only received silence. You projected your own insecurities onto me and I accepted them readily. My revenge from this possession is the exorcism of you from my life. I have uninvited you and expelled you permanently from my sight. It took a decade for me to see that you're not some kind of deity. Not some divine omniscient creator meant to deliver me from my sins. There are more out there than just you. And there are more willing to love me the way I needed to be loved. What more could you do for me that I couldn't already accomplish without you? Fear, I could do without. Worship myself, I could do again. I found out I could always start all over again
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Matches
I never marched in line although you wasted time forcing me to. Stifling a fire that was never yours to quench. Meddling in affairs of evolution and resilience. We were trapped in gridlock pointing our fingers permanently at each other. What was once endearing is now just abhorrent and unwanted. I called you Dreamkiller but it was me who granted you all of that endless power. Forever needing reassurance but not from you. The uncensored version of myself has yet to be found. Filtered, watered down, and sanitized by extreme measures. I had to hide my true self in order to adhere to your strict standards. I broke all the rules while you continued to establish new ones. You kept trying to put out this roaring flame but all you did was make it burn brighter. My light flickers and can be see from eons away. Telescopes have witnessed my emergence into illumination. You tried to bury me with dirt. It didn't work. You tried to ruin me with water. You might as well have not even bothered. You tried to ridicule me with other matches and kerosene. But lighter fluid is useless beyond me. You tried to force dynamite down my throat. But it was you who needed to implode the most. You tried to blow me out with fables and fairy tales mixed with hyberboles. I never rose to the occasion because it was all beneath me. You used your last ounce of strength to make your final escape. You tried to set me alight with unnecessary friction and temperamental heat. There's no where we could ever meet. My embers learned to combust long before you. You kept trying to halt my progress by silencing my spark. But I've erupted into the light while you cower back into the dark. I don't need gasoline to make me more powerful. I am more than just the chemicals you tried to exile me with. These scars you helped create are now my trophies. My smoke rises and my vapor boils. I am moving beyond the boundaries and fences you installed around me. I have expanded unscathed and I have become more. I am something you cannot recognize anymore
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
