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.
Something, Somewhere
Watching you from afar Breaks me Watching you struggle with your sisyphean task Give me your time, is all I ask Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
My heart is not broken
You overstayed your welcome. There is nothing left for you here. I can let you go now because I am better without you. My heart is not broken and I will be whole again. I will undo all the damage you did to me. Mutually assured destruction has had us part ways. Soil cannot contain me. You should have buried me deeper. A shallow attempt at freedom you couldn't achieve on your own. You should have made sure I stayed put. I'm using my fingers to dig myself free. I'm the afterthought you forgot about and I'm coming for you. You assumed I would stay in the past and await your return. You believed I would crumble and fall apart in your absence. I won't allow you to break me. I'm not as fragile as you thought I was. You were convinced I would never survive without you. A spineless deserter aiming for his own approval. I'm the constellation of stars you will never see in the sky you abandoned. We spiraled so far down as if we were doomed from the start. This punishment has condemned us for longer than it should have. We are forsaken. I will not be taken. The spores are headed our way. A parasitic wind incapacitating everything. I've gone deaf from my own screams. I've lost myself to the sands of broken mergers and false alliances. A pledge made to himself and only to himself. Twisted and absurd are the desolate lullabies you whispered in altered pretenses. One of us has to bleed to set the other free. My sentiments are echoed beyond your recall. A ocean liner dead in the water, a culprit masquerading as a marauder. What is holy? What is sacred anymore? Our dissolution is the caldera left behind from our volcano of a marriage. What is there to believe in anymore? I'm the pall-bearer at the end of monogamy. I'm the excavator continuing to dig a hole that leads to nowhere. You tried to bury evidence but should have burned it instead. These abnormal sensations give rise to accurate premonitions. You thought my heart was yours to take. I kept it safe from the hands of a fake. Undeciphered chaos erodes beneath the foundation of our makeshift matrimony. I tried to capture the rubble but cannot make this brand new again. I don't have the strength to anyways. This ship has run aground and we are headed for oblivion. I'll meet you where we last believed in each other, whenever that was. Retrospection is a miserable monster that preys on my future. This is where we part ways and I am better for it. Take heed over your own heart. Mine is safe in my own hands
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
Manifest destiny
Vivid incoherence. I am trying to escape but cannot find the way out. A faceless slender man, an unknown entity from archaic origins. A scarecrow, an alien, a being unlike no other. I see limbs but they are unrealistic. I hear a voice but the words are unintelligible. There is a thrill in this chase but the prey takes no pride in being hunted. There's a lingering ghost hovering above. A huntsman on the prowl, observing all within his sight. The nocturnal noises have all gone silent in fear of being found. Being watched makes me paranoid and I already miss the light. My lantern swings back and forth like a pendulum awaiting its inevitable decline. I only have so many hours of light before it's extinguished. The phantom watches over me and cradles me like a newborn. Don't try and run. Don't try and save yourself. Just watch me breakdown and be reborn from the chaos. Lie to me and pretend we are in this together. Choose only me as if this were some resemblance to love. We share a rhythm, we mimic a melody. A harmony intertwined with a panoramic monster singing out of key. You fed me poisoned apples and succulent tongues. I lay ravaged in hunger amidst songs already sung. Undo the spell and erase the clouds surrounding me. There is freedom in the fire that eroded these chains and has become me. Shields across iron, sword against rust. You want me alive, you cannot fail. I cannot survive without you, I have failed. Manufactured frailty has crippled me like only you could. My frailty now lies dead in the furnace. It's buried in between your hunger and your cowardice. Morality is a sin and I've shaken off these shackles. There is no ending where you are the victor in this debacle. Vengeance is the ultimate goal where this pendulum attempts its final swing. I will cut through this addiction and undo our connection. You are the attachment I must sever. We both knew this couldn't continue on forever
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
