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.
Universe
I am anything and everything. I am not alive but everything lives in me. I am infinite and ever-expanding. More than a person, more than words, I cannot be explained. Not caged by bones, my only master is God. I spin galaxies as a spider spins a web, each one unique unto itself. I paint planets, like drops of watercolor falling onto a canvas. I have no worries or obligations, I only create and destroy, but there is always beauty in my destruction. With each supernova, an explosion of light and matter echoes like a beating heart. A new star is born, pinpointed across space like freckles on skin. You connect the dots, forming constellations.
By Kylee Stowell8 years ago in Poets
Death Rings a Bell
Death rings a bell and I open the door to the entrance way. For the first time, I know what loss looks like. I know what loss feels like. I was ten years old and though I already knew that we were never given a forever. I just didn’t know what endings looked like, how endings felt. Until I lost my Mema.
By Kimm Smith8 years ago in Poets
