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.
Dilemma
This is the tightrope now Between free thought and reality, Turbidity in what should be Clear, crystalline creativity. <LAY YOUR HEAD DOWN> Bare flesh sliding against the wire Splits open and bleeds into the mouths Of slack-jawed idiots hunting For something special in their reality. <SEVERE STORM WARNING> A body teetering on the invisible. The brink between here and there. Leaving behind a life in a world To find a universe in death. <SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER> Slipping one way or the other, Maybe it doesn't matter as much As the voices underneath the static Want you to think it does, at least. <THREAT LEVEL EXTREME>
By Silver Daux21 days ago in Poets
Hundred-seventeenth Find in the meaning of life Scavenger Hunt.
(Proof of the Bio Statement;) IT’S LIKE A TWING… singes the sleeves, also the master plan, gone now I suppose. Think bigger, you slicker, Mr. Kovach, Snow King on the failed sun gas giant’s heat wave. Quick save in the tunnel on the rails infinitum—oh, it’s a loading screen. Hold, Please. Lactose, never cheese in the party photo, what bro?! Shit, let the duel commence. Not playing the fool, not introducing myself again. (What? Whe--) Creating the element that fits the villain ride, blanketed in a peacoat, lesser Boondock Saint or the assassin mistaken for the Hitman nerd, choose your color. 3…2… Warnings stop fitting the outcomes. No clear direction anymore, not even to run. Both keep you warm before the buttons meet. Take a seat…A different kind of meeting, under grandiosed therapeutic style of retreating, bleeding into this tattoo for a certain 'kind--' of feeling. No use seething, I’m rereading that cosmic pamphlet (thanks) that everyone received at the gate, and while as we gaze now it’s a four-part novel now, most others forgot they memorized it in their waiting room.
By Willem Indigo22 days ago in Poets
What is a Man?
The same hands that destroy Can care and build Careful how you raise your boy 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 Historian23 days ago in Poets
