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:

who's bound to stay behind
sarahjoie

Everyone says I deserve better than you
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And I spend my days trying to convince myself it's true
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I pressed play on my stereo today
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and you came on singin’
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bout another girl named Jazz
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my stomach moaned and I rushed to shut it off
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i was your rebound and I didn’t even know it
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and i can still feel your lips on my neck and your hand on my stomach
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our legs tangled up in mangled sheets at four AM
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listening to Keith Jarrett
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her organic shampoo and music books are scattered about
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But falling fast as I was, I didn’t stop to listen
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When you simply allude to
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how much you miss her
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You don’t call for a week and I’m all torn in two
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You say you can’t be with me the way I want you to
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But I never said “okay here this is what I want”,
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in my cowardice just silence and the ticking of some damn clock
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a week later you stare at me through a foggy window
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strumming Dylan on your guitar and now I’m the fool
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we’re in this little fish bowl with nowhere to hide
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coming and going with a fickle tide
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someday I will hear your name and they will say “he is one bad motherfucker,”
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and I will just shrug and say “I guess he’s alright”
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then adding an addendum in my mind,
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“he just wasted my precious time”.
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that is a lie.
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“Goodbye’s too good a word, boy, so I’ll just say fare thee well”
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