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.
Cartilage
It's time to finally summon up the blood and heal this undue trauma. If I could, I would erase every inch of you from history. No trace or hint that you were ever really here. Your existence would be wiped entirely and I will benefit from every obliterated tragedy. I would set the past ablaze along with you in it. I burned the book with your name on every page. You were the cause of all my fruitless endeavors, the root of all my unnecessary quivering. I matter whether or not you ever saw it, whether or not you ever acknowledged it. I couldn't give you any more of what you never appreciated. How much did it cost to sell your soul? Did you ever have one to begin with? Can I transform this roadblock into something better? Can I ever think of you without becoming bitter? You were merely a colonizer taking credit for everything you never earned. I have to un-laminate myself before allowing you to infiltrate me ever further. I knocked you down from the top spot in our hierarchy and you resented me for it. Mediocrity became the norm while you forbid me from accomplishing anything without you. Your stamp of approval was required for everything underneath the sun. I kept circling the drain and waiting for the inescapable plunge. We were somehow always predetermined to go our separate ways. We prolonged the unavoidable for reasons that no longer make any sense. Even at our worst, that comfort zone was all we had. I couldn't prevent the loose gravel from collapsing in on me. You were trapped in the rubble after the earthquake. You were abandoned in the mineshaft after the cave-in. You suffocated from the dirt I had buried you in after brief contemplation. You were the vindictive one but I'm the one who's been vindicated. We were lost in the rust and losing our identities. I've learned to embrace these eccentricities but you only embraced yourself. You didn't know enough to realize you didn't know enough. I didn't know who I was without you. You were the still born aspect of my life that just simply refused to let go. Your actions can never be reversed and they will whither away in agony. Your words attempted to lacerate me but your gutless lies can no longer torment me. If I had to succumb and align with the dearly departed, I knew I would find a way to revive and awaken once more. My body will heal and my wounds will mend in time. My bones will be restored and my cartilage will resurrect over and over again. It's not in your nature to overcome adversity but it is in mine. You came back to steal my worth but realized you never could. My destiny is in my own hands which is something you never understood. Your words may echo for a few months but my actions will echo forever in eternity
By Anna Torresabout 2 hours ago in Poets
What happened in the factories that the Nazis used to breed babies?. Content Warning.
The Lebensborn program, initiated by the Nazis in 1935, was a secretive scheme to create a "pure Aryan race" through controlled breeding and child rearing. 😱🧬 Apparently, Heinrich Himmler was obsessed with this program. He'd personally approve SS marriages and expect them to pop out kids. Creepy micromanagement much? 👀🚼 The program established maternity homes across Nazi-occupied Europe, including Germany, Norway, Austria, and other countries. These facilities were often set up in requisitioned properties. 🏥😰 Women had to pass stringent "racial purity" tests to participate, with only 40% of applicants accepted. Preferred traits included blonde hair, blue eyes, and specific height requirements. 🤯😭 SS officers were encouraged to father children with these women, even outside of marriage. The program offered medical care, financial support, and secrecy to participating mothers. 💰🤐 Upon birth, many Lebensborn children were taken by the SS and placed in Nazi-controlled nurseries. Biological mothers often had to renounce all rights to their children. 💔👶 The program conducted disturbing "baptism" ceremonies for newborns, involving SS daggers and pledges of loyalty to Nazi ideology, aiming to indoctrinate children from birth. 🥶❗ It gets worse. They kidnapped around 200,000 kids from occupied countries. Snatched 'em right from their parents if they looked "Aryan" enough. Can you imagine? 😢🚓 These kidnapped children underwent forced "Germanization," involving psychological manipulation and sometimes physical abuse to make them forget their true origins. 🎭😵 After the war, many Lebensborn children faced stigma and discrimination. In Norway, some were even institutionalized and subjected to abuse. The full extent of the program's impact remains unclear to this day. 😡✊
By Infographics Showabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Atra Mors
We questioned everything but never received any response. No evidence or trace of origin. We contacted the ends of the solar system and still never any roots of a creator. The Black Death is nothing compared to this big, empty, and lonely existence on solitary Earth. I've seen our Pale Blue Dot of a planet but have always taken it for granted. I'm not a stoic any longer. Whatever is approaching is inevitable and impossible to alter its trajectory. One by one, the planets fall victim to this Nihilistic Ball. Decadent Dance. Mars and Mercury will dissipate and Venus is already gone. Uranus will collide into Broken Jupiter. Arid Saturn. Nocturnal Neptune. Pluto has returned but retreated into oblivion. And now it's our turn. We're next
By Anna Torresabout 14 hours ago in Poets