poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

crazy since birth

I came into this world disoriented
Came out crying, upset, when the doc left me tormented
I pulled out a katana from my mom’s vagina
I pulled back ready to swing, love for baseball, almost cut off my wings
But I didn’t, I cut off the awful mans head off
I was a baby so they let me go, another act and I’d be fed to the crow
But I aint a baby no more, so I returned to the hospital
Pissed at the scum that dragged me into this world
Walked in holding a .44 magnum revolver
Found it on the floor, left there from years ago
Dirty Harry is dead, must have been his when he got shot in the head
Ready to kill, even impregnate, a bitch with my seed
Create a devilish spawn to avenge me for when I expire from weed
im eatin the crows while killin the medical staff
came here, slaughtering, to develop my craft
walked by the baby infirmary to let out my wrath
but I cant kill em, Ill take one to be my robin
I the batman as we instigate death, so I pull out my glock and point it at the doctor’s head
And with a twitch of my finger, boom boom pow, the doctor is dead
Leavin something to be desired, emptiness filling my lifelessness
Painted the wall behind him with a crimson red
Real nice color, I thought to myself, walkin out with robin on my back, and body’s laying in a stacks, hopin my whole life aint gonna be wack

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