poetry critical

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Poetry Critical 2.0

Hey guys, Donald here.

In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.

But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?

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Random Poem:

shrapnel of people make for late nights
silentspring

frustrated at your double meanings
 1
words drift in and out of my concious mind
 2
but all i hear are footsteps pacing sterile hallways
 3
watching letters intermix to form phrases
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meanings that lose content and change
 5
only melting down walls
 6
and color is running across pages
 7
freshly blank. who forgot to stop the inkwell?
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sheets tangle around skin smooth to the touch
 9
but my flesh burns as yours charges across it
 10
closed eyes dont make the monsters go away
 11
there are people standing. beside me.
 12
crooked smiles. eyes drifting between
 13
galaxies and black holes.
 14
these strangers are my friends.
 15
i dropped blood-letters into a blue mailbox
 16
to apologize for all those
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safety pin cuts.
 18
causing harm. smile love.
 19
 
 
once i was told that daylight brings about protection
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but these beautiful strangers catch melting words
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and twist themselves into secondhand lines.
 22
asking for years. years i tucked inside sewn skin.
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left in metal cans to settle. and. collect dust.
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choking rotten scarred years.
 25
borrowed and forgotten
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while cowering in a dark closet. late one night.
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two dimes and a nickel later i heard the clock
 28
ring three times. half. your number. melting snow
 29
dripped through my window onto a blue pillow
 30
justly the tears of trees. except it came from wrists
 31
and chests. of macabre hues.
 32
 
 
and momma always said open eyes made the night disappear
 33
eyes of the full moon but its still so damn dark.
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except for the people. shrapnel of {beautiful} people.
 35
 
 
guess my eyes are still closed.
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after all.
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