"surrealness" poems
It is said
that those who do not sleep
confuse reality with dreams
because dreams do contain
the surrealness of reality
A dream
is never as it seems
because dreams are not real
nor is reality
For reality is just a blank face with a mask
shielding and concealing
the true mystery that life truly is
So those who cannot sleep
will never know when they wake up
moving from a dream
and fading back to reality
like an ocean wave
when it recedes
back into the depths of the water
Awake, asleep
awake,
asleep
They will not notice
because dreams and reality
are one in the same
A parallel universe
caught in between.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
And suddenly, as if waking from a child's dream,
I am thrown into reality,
not awoken softly by my mother's warmth
but startled and bewildered to find her not there.
I exit the hazy surrealness of midnight rendezvous,
and the disillusionment snakes its way around my heart.
As if struggling to find my breath or finding myself alone,
I am starkly confronted yet again with my naiveté.
I am transformed into that little girl who trusted so easily,
and now, it is not just disappointment but also shame
that, like a vapor, evades every corner of my being.
To have believed in a dream and my own competence,
I am still that foolish little girl who never learned.
Perhaps, the worst part of gullibility is the knowledge
that the fool and the fooled will always be you.
Jul 18, 2023
Jul 18, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
Summer's surrealness -
a dragonfly in space,
stars aligned in perfectly circled shapes.
Craving the tingling
foreboding sense of of cold -
burning fingertips, auburn smoke.
Autumn's delight - fiery
colorfulness, adorning
the piny mountainside.
© fey (24/07/22)
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 4:21 AM UTC
Bolting upright,
In a valley oh so green,
Adorned in white,
And seeing clouds dot the sky,
I realize with a starling realization,
"Oh **** I guess I died."
Make my way to the barn I saw,
See a spread on a table 30 foot wide,
I see Jesus with all his fellers,
Laughin' while sippin on wine.
I walk up to the Son,
And ask if I can have a seat,
He gestures to the empty seat to his left,
Apparently, he was waiting for me.
As Jesus laughs at a joke from John the Baptist,
I take a sip from my glass with a trembling hand,
Looking at our savior a gather the gumption to ask him an important question to me.
As he turns to me I feel my stomach drop,
He says,
"Go on my friend and ask."
I say to him,
"Oh Lord, how is it this came to be?"
He ponders this over a bite of trout,
Gesturing me to take a bite of my own.
As I chew on the tender meat he swallows and says.
"My boy, you were a bit gruff,
and crass I may say,
But you believed in me and dispite your rougher edges,
You never lost your faith."
I looked over to James,
Who's talking to Matthew,
Debating the best kind of fly for fishin,
And Jesus continues to me.
"While you stumbled a time or two,
And did some things that made me shake my head,
You did your best to be a better man,
So for that you can join in on this little meal,
and feast here with my friends."
I take in the scene before me,
The surrealness of it all,
And a smile creeps along my face,
But quickly falls with the same pace,
"But what of my family Jesus,
Are they alright after my death?"
He turns to me,
A smile in his eyes,
and lays my concerns at ease.
"They'll grieve you,
and in time they'll just join you here,
But for now let's finish up,
Because Mary makes a mean cobbler"
Jan 20, 2023
Jan 20, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
words cannot describe
the surrealness
of discussing the future, holding the future, like a ball of ice
that will pinken your fingertips,
and in the moment you feel incredibly small.
when your heart ******* aches in the most melancholy way,
not sad, just
quietly startled,
seeing love around you, pressing at your temples
white hospital walls,
sore throats,
*** in cars,
passing through the front door at midnight,
cold blankets.
being the definition of a word.
hating the fact that I'm looking back at myself currently, through memories, and that this moment isn't even that good but i'll think it is later.
knowing,
just knowing
everything and nothing all at once,
and the pain of thought.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
i remember it was almost sunset
and i was sitting on the passenger seat
with you handling the wheel next to me
and we nearly crashed into another car
i could swear i never felt more alive yet terrified
but when you got my hand and told me
"feel my heartbeat"
i placed my hand on your heart
it was beating so fast
but my focus was on your blue eyes
this was the first time i felt something so surreal
it felt like i was starring out to the sea
i got so lost in the waves of your heartbeat and the shock in your eyes
that i didn't realize you started holding my hand
and then you kissed me and i didnt think much of it
because i thought id see you again soon
now i know that i should of kissed you longer
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
The urges and thoughts
toy with my heart
my mind collapsing in
what feels like slow motion
Old habits revitalized
like a dying need
to **** in a breath
after my soul being
bound and *****
A torturous nightmare
intertwined with the shadow
of truth and surrealness
Funny how trauma can forever
stain the mind with so many
shades of colors from the
darkest of blacks to hauntingly white
My quiet hell from the past
where self-sabotage, fear
and delusional trust collide
Deciding to live resiliently
I stride forward while fighting this endless silent war,
to reclaim my sense of self-worth
Putting my heart on paper
I know I am alive
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 4:58 AM UTC