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surrealism
absurdity
I’d tare my lungs apart in a harrowing scream.
I’d rub my fists sore, worn out with suffering.
I’d grit my teeth together and splinter the enamel.
I’d scatter the pages of a likeness;
of an illusory novel.
just to break into you.
vulnerability
I’ll revel in this reclusion
isolate myself from false conclusions
and to think that the only pusher,
you,
were my uneven illusion.
lack of character
burdened by your intrusion
I choke on my own confusions
and put myself out to infusion
as you remain..
an unaffected allusion
fiction
reality is as transparent and primary
as you and me could be /possessed/
real.
I’d tare my lungs apart in a harrowing scream.
I’d rub my fists sore, worn out with suffering.
I’d grit my teeth together and splinter the enamel.
I’d scatter the pages of a likeness;
of an illusory novel.
just to break into you.
vulnerability
I’ll revel in this reclusion
isolate myself from false conclusions
and to think that the only pusher,
you,
were my uneven illusion.
lack of character
burdened by your intrusion
I choke on my own confusions
and put myself out to infusion
as you remain..
an unaffected allusion
fiction
reality is as transparent and primary
as you and me could be /possessed/
real.
Published 17th Nov 2012
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Anonymous
17th Nov 2012 6:32pm
GREAT poem!, a very well scripted poem!
Life is an optical illusion at times
Life is an optical illusion at times
20th Jul 2015 4:47pm
This was done very well. Very reslistic. Strong passion. One of my favorites now.
