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:

Forgive me Desert, for I am but a Fractured Fool
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I swear on the graves of everyone you ever loved
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I will not swear or speak ill of your beliefs.
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Or pray you would pant for me and not him.
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I know I am always joking in the corners, kicking back your smile
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which is always in my head.
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Would it surprise you if I told you, your Dad
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convinced me long ago I was corrupting you
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and he told me to leave,
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"Hit the road" were his exact words. A secret
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I have kept for years because your Dad was right.
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The happiness I reveal is only 30% pure--
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the other 70 is male make-up, penciled in
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with a sharp memory of what we had when we were young.
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Innocence and board games,
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playing ring around the rosy with bikes and bottle rockets.
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I may have sailed off the Summer of 94, to fish
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with the men and scour the ocean for solace, but
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the sea was a bitch that year.
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Your laugh was an echo of the storms I sustained
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And I let the waters use me, strike me, starve me of settling down.
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Conscious of your addled heart
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I left shivering in Mojave.
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