I Can’t Even
.
with the barbs,
the bickering,
the condescending
snickering;
.
lack of self-appraisal,
self-awareness,
while teeming
with the careless
.
words and attitudes;
insufferable,
dehumanizing
and intolerable.
.
It’s gone beyond all
reasonable limits,
but to be clear,
this poem is no gimmick.
.
Don’t lose your mind in the rhyme.
It’s easy to point and accuse;
always them, never me,
theirs the blame, mine the excuse.
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Randy Baker
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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 Torres5 days ago in Poets
Regarding the Image of God
This post will be a bit of a strange one. I wrote most of the following piece about six months ago, as certain governmental policies and actions were starting to roll out - and while reflecting upon certain ongoing atrocities. While these reflections revolve mostly around those claiming and practicing the Christian faith (and our failures to do so rightly) I do believe that they might be provide valuable insight - or at least something to think about - for folks of all perspectives who are willing to read them. So without further ado, here are a few of my recent reflections regarding the biblical concept of the 'image of God.'
By Gabriel Huizenga7 days ago in The Swamp
Comments (10)
This has such a punch to it! And clicks along so smoothly!
Very relevant! I can think of a few situations this applies too. Thank you for sharing.
Excellent poetry
So much angst in this one, love it! Great job, Randy!
Great wordplay Randy! Liked these lines particularly “It’s gone beyond all reasonable limits, but to be clear, this poem is no gimmick.” 👏😊
Wow. So so Profound I love how you play around with those words.
This is a great one, it's snappy and punchy but it has layers. The rhythm is perfect for the subject matter, you read it the first time in a blur, then see the other facets when you read it again!
“It’s easy to point and accuse; always them, never me” Reminds me of a line in a poem I wrote last year. I really like this one. A lot of emotion and truth.
A poem for our times, Randy!
Fiery anguish; GRRR! Love it