#surrealist poetry

[the-cricket-chirps]

Joyce Mansour (Egyptian-French, Bowden, U.K. 1928–1986 Paris)

Untitled (Objet méchant) (Nasty Object)

1965–69

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[free-grandmaa]

I love being a women

Everything about it

Blood, burnings, and birth

Airy, soft

Pure fire and magic

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[jordaneprestrot]

Jordane Prestrot

TUTU TYRANNOSAURE

Bandcamp . Spotify . YouTube . Deezer . AppleMusic

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[artistichiccup]

PREMEDITATIONS OF ART

#eyes #surrealism #ai art #surrealist #surrealist painting #surrealist art #surrealist poetry #digital art #beautiful eyes #original art #art

[citrusshower]

Step 1. Let yourself be broken into pieces

Step 2. Carefully collect pieces and put them in a empty birds nest

Oh you hurt yourself, again!

Step 3. Clean the open wound under running water. Let it bleed until it stops. Rinse once more.

Step 4. Sit with your wound and watch it heal.

Step 5. After some time of isolation take the birds nest and put it in a body of open water, ideally a stream.

Step 6. Watch the birds nest floating away from you. Don't try to catch or follow it, as those pieces can't longer be part of you.

Step 7. Once the nest is out of sight continue sitting at the bank as long as you'd like.

Congratulations! You succesfully let go of an identity that was no longer serving you. Enjoy that new stronger form your breathing in.

Additional Steps:

Step 9. You most likely will break multiple times throughout this lifetime. This is a very natural event that takes place in the human experience. Every time you find yourself broken repeat Steps 1-7.

Step 10. Rest assured that there is a more evolved form of yourself waiting on the other side.

#surrealism #surrealist writing #surrealist poetry #heartbreak healing #dream core #dating #survival guide #ritual bath

[melusine0811]

ALEA IACTA EST

The night covers me, robs me of all joy until I am left gasping

My chest caved in, my soul siphoned from my body, left in its own gravitational singularity.

My flesh is no longer my own— but smudged onto someone else's canvas

Like a surrealist painting, when all the colour drains from the world

And is left swirling in a hyper-pigmented mass swallowed up by a hole at my feet

Like bathwater

And all that is left of me is cracked, gray and drab

Warped and twisted—my consciousness sticking out like a nerve

Language is our salvation, how we rid ourselves of our darkness

But words are torn from my mouth, useless birds that vanish with no translation

And as I bludgeon my own spirit in the prison of my mind,

For things I cannot control—

I am afraid of my own darkness, as my soul staggers towards the brink of tomorrow.

Who should be left with the burden of me, touch-starved flesh and yet recluse?

Any shred of warmth and I devour it until there is nothing left to be given,

Like a fire that has gone inverted, drenched in what I took too much of.

How many more sectors of my consciousness must die before I am allowed to live?

How long can I stand the dark before I morph and bleed into the shadows, haunted by the bones of past versions of me?

'In the eye of the hurricane everything is quiet,' they said.

Where is this eye, where I can rest  for a moment, and let my body shudder into the earth?

But I always remember, as I unclench myself and let love reclaim my body—

Even the rainbow hides its splendour until after the storm.

And I am not from here.

My hair smells of the wind and is clouded with nebulae.

---------

Turns out I really WASN'T from here.

I wrote this when I was very ill, in the fall. I kept adding to it. Remembering hurts. But it is the only way I can look back and think how far I have come.

#surrealist poetry #poetry by me #mental illness #depression #anxiety #mental recovery

[duolingosuggestions]

Fork wedding will zoo

#duolingo #fragmentalist poetry #surrealist poetry #surrealism #poetry

[sorrydetka]

hardwood alley (san francisco) by bob kaufman 

#beat poetry #beat #bob Kaufman #ancient rain #surrealism #surrealist poetry #poetry #quotes

[drmorbius12]

A smear of memory leaks

On a silver canvas running

Across a plane of cresents

Croissant in hand halfway

Bird-like shadows dance

Against time out of mind

A storm approaches blind

A distant horizon of blue-gray

Blends into the land of plenty

Spilling all over my heart

Engulfed in flame and smoke

Dying into embers

As darkness envelopes all

#surrealist poetry

[the-cricket-chirps]

Andre Breton, Paul Eluard, and Nusch Eluard, Cadavre exquis, 1931

André Breton, Cadavre exquis, ca. 1930s

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[free-grandmaa]

Now I know

What it feels like

To grieve and start anew

To leave the first you

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[deertyhandz]

André Masson

Dibujo automatico

#drawing #surrealist art #surrealist poetry #ilustration

[rjdent]

'Life' by Paul Ėluard, from Capital of Pain (English translation by R J Dent), published by Black Scat Books.

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[citrusshower]

talking to empty space

once again

opening up for what is important

but there is nothing coming in return

only my own words bouncing back

while breaking me into pieces

#heartache #surrealist poetry #poems #silence #dating

[hate-the-way-people-look-at-me]

Melancholia

My head bursts open

At the thought of you,

At the sight of you

It crushes within the skull.

Loneliness

Ate away at my soul

Like mice churning cheese,

And the clothes I wear.

Made my skin bare

My arms, my legs, even stomach!

Revealed the scars,

Those excruciatingly ugly

Damnable scars I resent;

I resent myself and this.

My throat is choking-

The sounds I dare not emit;

My heart is throbbing;

The blood within gurgling,

And splashing, and flowing

with such intensity

I wish it'd just stop.

It hurts to feel what's

Within my veins

That is running

as if in a marathon.

My feet ache, oh they ache,

Make my body ache,

My mind, my inside

But nothing more.

My conscience suffer.

Somebody took her

By the throat and shook

So hard, my universe dishevelled.

It's broken like broken glass

One's still buried on my side

Other within you

But you groped it out

Like you'd ripped me out

My wounds still hurt

They'll not heal without your kiss

But you're long dead

So dead, I hear not your whisper

But the sigh of the wind

You once breathed and coughed.

World was not your slave!

It took pity, it took revenge!

And it hated you, despised you!

Every star wished you dead;

Every maggot tasted your insides;

Every fly sucked on your blood.

You decompose like everything else.

I decompose while I sit here,

While I wait for the hour to end,

And the next,

And the next...

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[floodlightfairy]

Resonance

a stage

where her body contorts

unnatural shapes

trails i follow

like the bends in her skin

she reeks of cigarettes and liquor

fear drips off of me

an icy steel

that i pulled from her hands

while the smile melts off her face

the color drains from her skin

my scribbles cover her

a subconscious

scratched into a body

where i can see my own

a strange love

terrified

kissing the barrel

of a 38 special

only you could wake me up

eyes closed

big talk

that nobody hears

it stills the stirring in me

scared of what i could see

in a dark room

a kitty in the window

that body hovering over me

the imagined moment before death

towering ahead

drunkenly drawn down

dozens of days 

dreary dreams

white like snow

her fragmented fears

they follow 

waiting in the dark

eyes drawn towards her 

statuesque body

a grotesque anatomy

her anarchic womb

in its misery

my hips widen slowly

a dead baby

an all out war

waged with a claw

the gnashing of teeth

a dance of destruction

decay

slaughter

high art

and abomination

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