The Up Side

The Up Side

I have conversations, with people inside my head

I call spirits from the vastly deep

people call them, but do they come?


Some think so, yes that’s for certain…

But when all things are said and done

My thoughts become tangible things


With a substance all of their own

I hate it, and love it, however

My friends I could never disown


We wander while others slumber

In landscapes surreal and divine

To awaken to a world upside down


Inversions where truths are a lie

And lies tell truths of their own.



surreal poem

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<Deleted User> (21291)

Tue 15th Jan 2019 14:08

This is an extremely vivid picture of what happens when you are in other realm with some mysterious beings. The feelings, the thoughts and all are different, though they seem to b ours but not really belongs to us.
Recap of certain feelings....phew😃


Tue 15th Jan 2019 07:05

Lisa I sometimes find it hard to stop and have to just call it.

I think, if I have left the reader wanting more I must be doing something right.

Watch this space as they say.
You have just given me my favorite like this year.


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lisa donohoe

Tue 15th Jan 2019 00:46

Intriguing and yet I wait patiently for more... I did not want this piece to end po.. Amazing.. Would love to hear many others 😃


Tue 15th Jan 2019 00:24

My stuff is your stuff

Need sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep


Thanks for the like

Later dude


Big Sal

Tue 15th Jan 2019 00:13

I am in the process of making a board game, Po, and would find it enjoyable to get one or two of your poems to insert as backgrounds in the cut scenes.

This one in particular would fit the bill and calls like a soul from the grave.

I like it.

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