poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

tripping on lovely

it would be fine
except sometimes
when I'm not thinking
it hits me how wonderful you are.
and for a second I feel so full
those emotions that I almost miss. almost.
it would be fine
except when I start to feel my heart beat.
have to recognize that I'm still alive.
catch myself smiling ridiculously at memories I can't even recall.
wanting to laugh at nothing. out loud.
just smiling. at you I guess.
just falling.
its the feeling when you clear the surface
and gasp for air that first time.
when you swallow a bit of water
but that's okay
because at least, for a moment
you can breathe.
it would be fine
except I feel so....  
and I always hit the pavement so hard.
looking back to see your leg stretched out
always there to trip me. right when I'm ready to run.
its okay. I never stopped falling.
and you snicker at my skinned knees.
but it's just that curly headed kid from french class.
reading journals written by a shy little girl.
it would be fine.
i mean, it really would.
except I care
and more than I thought I could.
even though I barely know you.
like I did yesterday.
thoughts believe I will die.
do you remember what it felt like to hold me?
you don't do that so much anymore.
I don't think you can even look at me.
but it's fine.
I mean, it would be
I love skinned knees.
I don't mind these scars on my legs.
so long as it's you that trips me.
it would be fine
except when I turn to stand up.
you're always holding her hand.

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