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.
Twilight Zone Resident Surprised to Find Everything Perfectly Normal
Long time resident of the Twilight Zone farmer Bill Moss reported that he was very surprised to find nothing out of the ordinary in his barn after he noticed strange flickering lights coming from inside it for most of the previous night. In an interview that day he said "Typically if I were to see strange flashing lights all night in the barn and then go check on it the next day I could expect to find any number of strange or unusual phenomenon. For example, I might discover that the lights were actually the flashing signal beacons of a vanguard fleet of miniature sized aliens training to invade the earth. I would have to spend the entire day battling those little buggers to clear them out of my barn. Alternatively I might find that the lights were actually the energy signature of a trans-dimensional time rift which had flung a recently deceased Civil War soldier through time and space to end up confused and alone in my barn. I would just think he was an everyday civil war soldier time traveler until the very end, when I would realize he had actually died. At that point I would have to figure out a way to break the news to him and help him find his way to the afterlife. A third possibility could be the lights were the afterglow of the rocket engines of a ship piloted by an astronaut from an alternate earth who had somehow slipped through an interdimensional hole in space to end up crashing right next to my barn. He would be desperately searching for his loved ones calling any and every number he had, but in each case not finding the person he was looking for, but instead someone eerily similar, but not actually the same, as that person. Yep, it could have been any one of those things, or a million others, but instead I discovered that their was a single flickering light bulb on the edge of burning out that was responsible for the whole thing. Mystery solved, and just in time too, I heard ultra intelligent aliens had just arrived on Earth claiming they will cure all human diseases and usher in a Utopian age. They even carry a book around with them called, To Serve Man. Can you believe that? They must really like us for some reason."
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Poets
The Lost Ones
"We just wanted to be heroes!" the lost ones shouted. "We didn't think we'd ever turn out to be villians of destruction," they weeped. "We never thought in order to become the hero, you had to sacrifice your soul," they shouted breathing heavily. "We were promised redemption and a paradise to call home," one said while sniffling. "It is but truth, in order to conquer darkness you have to sacrifice a bit of light each time," the wind whispered sweetly. "If you do only what is right, not to please so don't boast about the genuine things you faked to put your heart into when you were treading on your evil ways the entire time," the wind whispered while getting stronger and angry. "We were born to sacrifice our entire lives, why must we ever boast?" The lost ones said confidently knowing their morals. "So tell me, what is it you truly desire?" The wind asked. "Eternal life in a paradise beyond our imagination," "And so it shall be," the wind said and calmed entirely. Vanished like we will someday, maybe tomorrow, or in an hour, or in three weeks. None are promised eternity in filthy temporary flesh. Nothing at all will carry evil with, for if you're not pure, you're not mine.
By Alexis Gibson3 years ago in Poets
