poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

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

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

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