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:

blue dream
jacksonic

Rock mics instead of saying prayers
 1
paper take a tear
 2
Write rhymes and cut skunk
 3
slump
 4
to stay in chairs
 5
Bass snare is all I need,
 6
one five and thirteen
 7
Tore the pockets and its seams
 8
lost a dime in the jeans
 9
Loose weight, light loot and a loop break
 10
true
 11
Ends kickd lens flip on the zoot, take
 12
two
 13
No stars at the party lose a heart and come back
 14
Melting frosty almost lost me at the start of the map
 15
Cross tees like
 16
magnets to right
 17
Vanish from sight
 18
Phantoms flows
 19
Blowing ghosts like a dragon in flight
 20
Samplable,
 21
rappers taking cannibal bites
 22
Can’t hold the mic,
 23
like swatting at intangible light
 24
Can’t hold ends if im tryna catch a sandwich and cyphe
 25
And have funds to treat her nice and take her back for the night
 26
But that’s just the life
 27
i didn’t know that rhyming was cash
 28
Till the tracks burnt a hole in my pocket so bad
 29
Its like tryna sell your soul when it’s all that you have
 30
And investing in the time you spent to buy it all back
 31
It’s like pushing on consignment with the prices in half
 32
Cuz if your sales go up by four then you could double your stash
 33
See I was tryna sell raps now im tryna sell jazz
 34
Cuz when they aint buying grass then its time to sell hash
 35
But even on the gas yo that cash aint mine
 36
Owe it back to the grind it’s the tax of time
 37
Crazy debt and bet its always better in the cranium
 38
Moms built his head said remember what im sayin son
 39
Work until you can’t and never be afraid of them
 40
I got lost on the path now im tryna find my way again
 41
 
 
 
 
Rock mics instead of thinking bout
 42
what it means to be without you
 43
And I write rhymes instead of drinking down
 44
all the dreams my ink has drowned blue
 45
And I just wanna help my family
 46
Gotta be strong to swallow all my selfish vanity
 47
Rock mics and run away but couldn’t melt reality
 48
if a push and sell mentality  wouldn’t help humanity
 49
then what if writing rhymes could ease the pressure
 50
if I could spread peace through measures in time I could speak it better
 51
see for better or for worse the world doesn’t work around verse
 52
there doesn’t seem to be a purpose for words
 53
theyre simply curves on the circle of the universe
 54
in which everything that’s natural occurs
 55
and it seems, the closer I look, the more that it blurs
 56
its like loving something so much that it hurts
 57
and trust that its worth,
 58
even pain
 59
I pray,
 60
just to dream and maintain
 61
sleeping through rain,
 62
whispers seep through my brain
 63
colors bleed as they change,
 64
love grows and flows with heat through the veins
 65
hunting for women like pussy keeps me sane
 66
rolling green, writing hooks,
 67
making sense to the beat in my chest
 68
texting spliffies and biddies
 69
passing secrets to the left
 70
it’s deep, on nights alone I could hear it like breath
 71
feel the dreams of life while sleeping to death
 72

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