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.
Ruby Fragments - II
11:32 PM - Riverbend Gated Community off FM 327 - Katy, Texas, U.S.A. ~ ‘No, not that sort of thing at all. Imagine these lights, right? Like, on your face for long periods of time, but not to the effect of like, one-far-off-constant-glaring-dentist-light-type light like you’re talking or anything, but more so like with the consistently-shifting-colorful-flashing-images-being-projected-right-onto-your-face-type / light like I’m talking'
By Keenan Chiasson7 years ago in Poets
A Man Forgotten
In the early morning hours of one September day I became God. The self finally vanquished, faded into the void. There in that still space lingered a light which guided me home. Between the waking and the dreaming was the pure essence of mind. The gates of eternity swung open and I tumbled through. The letters of my name annihilated, the echo of I Am was all that remained. Neither male nor female, neither good nor evil. The inner became the outer, and the outer became the inner. So I smiled and danced, how long I had forgotten. This life is just a dream.
By Shane Douglas7 years ago in Poets