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:

Where is God?
rpassons

The liquid flows into my veins like an icy flood
 1
Tensing my muscles and burning my flesh
 2
Like many needles pricking my tendons and skin.
 3
I close my eyes and swear imagination.
 4
As it reaches my heart it gives a flutter and a pinch
 5
As if to say “not yet, but soon”
 6
I pray but I do not see god.
 7
 
 
My neck twitches and my face convulses
 8
As small insects swarm inside face devouring away
 9
I can’t see this but that doesn’t stop them
 10
Gasps of air held in my lungs
 11
And even though I cough and beg
 12
It won’t release its grasp of my throat
 13
Now they don’t hear me because I can’t speak.
 14
 
 
I plunge and drown in darkness deep with in the mind
 15
What was to heal me has turned against me
 16
It has no mind but my own bidding my body do its will
 17
Consciousness brings new meaning as I fight back
 18
Moments of clarity envelop me where I see around
 19
There’s a priest over me praying
 20
But somehow I don’t see god.
 21
 
 
Thoughts swarm me in my night
 22
Of me and the biological beast doing battle
 23
Of all I am made of I can’t beat it.
 24
It mocks and chuckles at me
 25
And tells me of all the things and people I’ve wronged
 26
I’m aware of the end just not ready
 27
But how can you be?
 28
 
 
In a small room with one bed and one TV
 29
I slide back into flesh
 30
Breath is fresher and cooler then ever before
 31
The bed is softer then anything I’ve ever felt
 32
I smell the room and even though it’s a hospital
 33
It smells greater then anything I’ve ever encountered
 34
And there I saw god.
 35

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