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.
Emerald Eyes
In the background of every formal thought, that's where you'll find me. Where the colors all bleed together and drown out every sound, that's where I'll be. From Babylon to Taiwan, look and you will see. From Medusa's head to Caesar's bloody bed, there is only you and me. I'll devour you whole while your ghost is still alive. A paragon of deviance but your perfection is still up for debate. Epitome of disruption, paradigm of disappointment. I've given birth to essential ideals but your death dictates their destiny. I can feel the tremors of trepidation. I've come too far to recede back into those waters. The trigger you represent doesn't make you a martyr. I let you provoke me into a hysterical state. This allowance pushed me into a toxic and malevolent place. You picked the time and I rose to the occasion. I activate the weapon you handed me in this corrupted situation. The ignited impulse to self-immolate. There aren't enough apologies to sever this much hate. To the stars, to the sand, we traveled far just to end up back under this dome. The inevitable truth is that we are all alone. Your emerald eyes captivated me once. Once was simply enough
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Funeral fit for yesterday
Smug, arrogant facade. I cannot contain my resentment towards you any longer. Where is your empathy? I know this contempt will never make us stronger. I am more than just what happens to me. You have truly underestimated me. You don't get to have it better with no repercussions. Your words of care turned into words of malice. What was once ours now belongs to the past. I gave you my power and everything I had. The procession begins as though it was already set in stone. There's nothing worse than deception, not even being alone. I'm afraid that you may never end up behind me. I'll still see you in my peripheral vision. Undoing all the damage done one step at a time. You did an unforgivable slight but I disagree. You've dropped your vows but so have I. Holding onto the past achieves nothing so it's a waste of time. I cannot allow you to keep interrupting me. It won't always be like this. The loyalty I wanted never existed. I controlled you because you made all the wrong decisions. Including me, we were the wrong choices for each other. I put salt on your wounds to make you hurt just as much as me. I couldn't live with my insanity and force you to pretend with me. We cradled the crown of our marriage demise. Nothing to hold onto but our liberty and lies. Twisting the knife to make the hole big. There was never a time I wasn't sick. I pulled you down into the anxiety out of love. You made your escape because you had had enough. There was no buildup nor death march. Wasting energy on you is another poisonous dart. I wish I could tell you you were right. There is nothing left for us in this life. There will be a time for retribution and healing. The peace I want comes at a price and it's me. My plans have shifted and you're not part of it. Don't get in my way because your role no longer fits. There's no time to mourn, we've sealed our fate. Enough tears have been spilled for this upcoming date. The end approaches like a brand new dawn about to unveil. It's time to put you behind me, this marriage has gone stale
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
