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:

Concrete Lament
naitnisy

Over and over on this cracked concrete street corner
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Hustling feet shuffle dirt too old and weighed down to fly off in the breeze
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The monotony of pointless lives just trying to get by
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Suffocates conscious thoughts
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Fumes of the routine seep up from beneath the drains
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And shoot from the back of broken exhaust pipes
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Smoldering heat over cooks basic intelligence
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Leaving charred instinct behind to make choices
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Hands grown too large to hold pens hold triggers
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Real men are born but die
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5 times a day, 50 times a week, and too many times a year
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The world could use more boys
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Boys dream
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Boys dream impossible dreams
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That propagate invention and change
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Boys harm THEMSELVES to make mistakes and learn truth
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And sleep while they heal their wounds
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But not on this street corner
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This dirt shuffles, disturbed by common frantic footsteps
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As the fumes are parted by a small piece of heat
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That would burn even instinct
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Another man that should have been a boy
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And I ask him
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Do those closed eyes hide broken lies on this cracked concrete street corner when your blood runs dry?
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Are you asleep?
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Can you dream?
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