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:

when did my kitchen become a warzone?
littleone

Then. I knew I didn't want to breathe Then.
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not when the Tension was so balanced
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and ready to spill over anywhere.
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I could see the patience slipping out of my sisters grasp.
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oh how I wish it didn't.
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I could see my mother seeing it too.
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oh how she wished it did.
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"Just a couple bucks."
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she muttered bravely, or extremly idiotically.
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and then Mom Blew.
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right up to the sky, skimming red fingers across the moon.
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her yells of Rage slammed from one wall to the next.
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nothing new.
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I wondered if the walls might fall down
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but knew they wouldn't. That would be too easy.
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I really stopped paying attention when she fell
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to words like Crackhead, Slut, and Fuck You.
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there was no stopping it Now.
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My sister, of course, couldnt stop paying attention.
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after all, the words were directed to her. It was when
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she took a deep breath that I saw the Coke
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running through her veins. and it was when she
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Screamed Bitch that I saw it take her over.
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complete Silence.
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for a moment. then mom screamed
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"get the Fuck outta my house!"
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again. but this time she left.
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I Sighed and went to my room.
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after closing my door I cried.
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and heard the whispers of moms tears
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hitting the floor with mine.
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