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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:

Ode To Insomnia
sodapop

In a sleep deprived state
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There is no such thing as color
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Everything is grey
 3
Or a shade there of
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There is no such thing as
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originality, or normality for that matter
 6
"Everything is a copy
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of a copy
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of a copy"
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No memory is required for a living insomniac
 10
There is no thought or focus
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My recollection of anything and everything is as blurred and distorted,
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as images printed on wet toilet paper
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That is where the healing power of amnesia comes in
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The only audible sound is
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The slurred speech
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Of that internal conflict
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Whurring in your mind
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The battle between lethargy
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And the constant undead feeling of
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An un-alert consciousness
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Entranced in a stupor
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The eminently plain corners of your walls become
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More and more entriuging
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Zoning becomes as common as breathing
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[Which you do much less of]
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Turning away would require the will power of putting a gun to your own head
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This is my life as an insomniac
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Countless hours and days and weeks
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Of nothing but nothing
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Boredom
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And the tendency of random thoughts invading your mental
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All traces of light
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Not already established in your peripheral
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Will burn any sign of your cornias
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This is a lonely state
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There is no color
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Just shades of grey
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Which makes the flag of this lonely state
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The darkest shade of grey
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Like a black and white film
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Recording hours and days and weeks
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Of nothing
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