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.
Nemesis
I have long suffered because of you. If you ever loved me, you wouldn't have expected me to. I repeatedly devoured my sanity to appease you. If you ever loved me, you wouldn't have asked me to. I destroyed my lungs trying to advocate for myself. I lost my voice trying to regain my power. I refuse to serve any meaningless purpose that no longer cripples me. I no longer serve you. I will no longer be undone by you. I decapitated endlessly to appease you. Parts of me went repeatedly missing. There was always something lacking and you couldn't fill that lost void. You're the afterthought that refuses to stay silent. You're a flat surface while I am a glorious mountain. You can no longer defile me but you're still the nemesis from which I flee. My dreams are alive. My ambition has come to life. This was once only imagined. Merely a scenario, a theory not yet in motion. A spineless hypothetical that had soaked up all of my motivation. The possibilities weren't enough to sustain me. I had to explore it all on my own. You are not the default setting anymore. I used to minimize the amount of space I occupied. I will not be consumed by damage I did not create. I will drown the memory of you in the marshes where you baptized me. I will asphyxiate your cursed shadow in the waters I gave birth in. I've let the waves wash away the sins you convinced myself I had committed. I've created new memories in the novice stream. I will not define myself by my victimization by you. I have redefined myself in spite of you. There is nothing left to mourn. There is nothing left to bury. I've gone supernova. I've gone nuclear. Nemesis, I sought vengeance but that was always beneath me. I desired divine retribution but I rather disappoint you instead. I rather defy every negative notion you ever thought about me. The scales have been tipped but I am here to rectify the balance. You might never get what you deserve but that is your misfortune. I am here to avenge myself for all that you took away. I have long suffered but that time has come and gone. You were never the person I begged you to be. This is now ancient history. I am the seeker of glorious futures. I am the corrector of unstable sutures. I will align with steady symmetry. I will traverse the rest of the universe where you'll never be able to find me
By Anna Torres8 months ago in Poets
How will it end?
We’re halfway through a show I begged you to watch and I’m beginning to think it’s not up to me anymore. Not the tv rotation but maybe everything else. It’s all been laid out and kneaded and covered with saran wrap and you’re not supposed to wake it up too early for risk of eczema or whatever the bread equivalent is and does it even matter when all I could ever want is right in front of me? Days are passing like overloaded shipping containers and not one of them has my name on it. There’s no room for me anyway. My fingers aren’t strong enough to hang on since the incident. But where do I want to go? I’m right where I want to be and I’m not here at all. The frames on the walls are just out of place and my arms feel weaker than they did last week and I just don’t know if this is my decision to make or if it’s already been spelled out and erased and rewritten a thousand times. We’re inching closer to an ending with every sun that rises and sets. I don’t know where it goes when it’s not shining in my eyes. I don’t know what to do with the me that’s sitting right here. Are you watching? How do you think it ends?
By Olivia Dodge8 months ago in Poets
