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:

an arbitrary title because a half-assed attempt would be awful
semaj

can you imagine if we all had a bit more confidence? then maybe I could tell stories like about
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how I slept with a girl and she did nothing but I groped her body thoughout that night because she said I could
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                                                &  touched felt my hand run across her back and head across her arms
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                                          I was like a child I was
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so juvenile and it wasn't even that I wanted to
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                                               & I felt so stupid for it
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                                               so teenaged and juvenile
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what words did you say that night? I can't even remember
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if we all had some confidence
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maybe I wouldn't have done anyof that maybe
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(she asked, she asked to sleep with me the next night
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                               I said no
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                                                                 and the next time she saw me
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she apologised
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what were yr words?
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what words did you say that night?)
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a boy stood in my doorway yesteryear
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holding ginsberg in his hand like a sacred relic he believed
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            - it.                                tht. he could be real in the sunflower sutra
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howling
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        and I know I can fall for it too and I have and I am
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right now
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I'm falling for levy
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these past relics it's not real anymore
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it just isn't
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              and I'm tired of being some fucking educated vaguely milquetoast
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has-been
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                                                                                who hasn't even had the chance to be
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where is my crown?
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when will I be held high?
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tell me, when can I run through streets high on my words fighting ghost shadows and just allow it allow allow
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ALLOW
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these days get so old before their time
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                             and when will there be some confidence
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but I'm not even writing this through confidence
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I'm writing this through a dare
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I dared myself.
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