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:

One Path, One Choice

I’ve been trying down the beaten path
But all the leaves and trees are down
I just follow what is ahead of me
That is what the people found
And they have made it all so simple
Clearing out the path
This trail is no hassle
So in turn,
It turned into a dash
We race and run, and make it quick
So not to get hit by any fickle sticks
But still we hurt for its all mundane
The hundredth mile and the first are identical
its all the same
So one day, I stopped to think
Within a blink I chose to change
So I arose from the cement floor
And took a left to attempt for more
This new road was not a road
An animal that did not roar
But I could feel it’s something more
I felt its wilderness and obsessive gore
I know, for a fact, that I was alone
Because no one else came along
I was the first, for them to watch
To open up this new formed path
And as I kept on going
I felt so scared and far
There were rocks and withered trees
Unknown sounds howling in the dark
However, what really made me timid
was simply loneliness
There was no one there by my side
to make me feel as if I was right
And all these sounds and obstacles
made me die of fright
I do regret to tell you now,
I did not finish my solemn vow
I instead turned around
And walked right back to the start
Right back to that sacred ground
Within a second I continued
Pushed along by the roaring crowd
There was no choice in the matter
No change in direction  
nor any in my wondered mind
The current pushed me, I almost fell
But at least now there are people
here to tell me how I failed
And kick me while I’m down
I am glad I am not alone
For now I do not need to dream
I have others and their projections
For I simply follow the beaten path
And I can never be alone
I need to be surrounded
For I can not survive only with my thoughts
I need all others
For I have been accustomed
To a world where thought is dead
For others have paved the path
And everything that was and will be
Has already been done and said

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