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:

Just A Little Teddy Bear

I sit on top of a pillow
waiting for my owner to arrive
I love my owner.
I wanted him to love me.
After hours of waiting,
he finally comes.
He sees me on his bed
and throws my helpless body
across the room.
I still love my owner.
After a few moments,
he picks me up.
My once shiny
black eyes levels with his
brown teary ones.
Then, he hugs me,
still crying.
My owner tells me all his
secrets… all his problems.
At one point, he gets mad.
He tries to tear
my motionless body
and my cotton-stuffed head
apart until the cloth on top
of my unseen heart rips.
Stuffing rushes out.
I stare at the stuffing
now lying on the floor.
He looks at me and it seemed
as if he was going to apologize.
Instead, he swore at me
and threw me to the floor.
I still love my owner even then.
“Nobody cares” he says.
But I care.
From the floor, I watch him
pull out a blade from the drawer.
He puts the sharp blade
across his wrists.
He winces from the pain.
Master, hurt me instead!
Blood dripped from the blade
on to my ruptured body.
His blood seeped
through the cloth.
Through this
I felt like
we became one.
He picks me up again
and hugs me one last time.
I heard his heart beating.
It was going so fast!
So loud!
I heard his heart’s final beat.
And he was gone.
I never stopped loving
my owner.
I blamed myself.
If only I found a way
to show him that
someone did care…
Even if that
someone was me-
just a little teddy bear.

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