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.
weirdo ave. (2)
My neighborhood is filled with a bunch of lame people. They secretly don't like us. I don't know why though because we stay out of the way. I have to walk past some of the weird neighbors who always have something to say. Now I will say, the walk there was fine. I didn't have any encounters with anybody. I went to the gas station, told the clerk I needed to fill up, gave him the money and went to refill the can. Whole time that I’m doing my thing, I have little to no thought of anything about to happen on my walk back.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (3)
But I'm done. I put the cap back on and get ready to head back home. I start walking up the street and I'm thinking everything is fine until I hear what sounds like an older lady's voice behind me. I immediately think to myself "Oh my gosh! Here we go." She had her dogs with her and they were some feisty ones. She was asking me all types of questions like, where I was coming from, where I was going, and I just said have a nice day and kept walking. I wasn't even trying to interact with her.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (4)
She was low key was not holding her dogs leash tight enough. Almost as if she was trying to let the dogs go on purpose. But me being smart and thinking fast, I kept my cool. Stayed calm and collected because I didn't want to panic and have the dogs chase me. So I just kept it pushing and she followed me all the way up the block until I got to my house. I stayed on the other side of the street and walked a little bit further than her, almost at a speed walk. But not too much faster because I didn't want the dogs to start barking.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (5)
When I got to my street I started running because I hit the corner before she did. So she couldn't really see and I hid in my next door neighbors bushes. Now this neighbor is very nice and they don't really have a problem with us. The lady keeps walking down the street and I can see through the bushes her looking side to side trying to find me. Trying to see which house I went into, but luckily enough my neighbor's bush saved me. Crazy neighbors, am I right? That really made me angry but you know life goes on.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
weirdo ave. (1)
I was mowing my lawn one day and it was very hot outside. I was about 2/3 done with the yard when my lawn mower ran out of gas. and very conveniently my gas can also was out of gas. my mom wasn't home so I didn't have a car to drive to the gas station so my only choice was to walk. I went inside and put on my better walking shoes and headed on down to the store. The walk wasn't that far either; it was only about a block down the street. 15 to 20 minutes tops.
By Robbie Bale3 years ago in Poets
