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:

You Drink

You were beautiful
And slight
And so thin,
That in my peripheral vision
You barely even existed
You were my untouchable god
Who I touched
And touched
And touched
In ways
I hadn’t even touched myself
And if you say
It didn’t hurt
You know your lying
If you try to claim you didn’t cause me pain
Let me just say
I’m dying
Its killing me
And your filling me up
Your lying
Your lying
You’re lying to me
And still,
I’m writing you poetry
What do you think you’re doing?
Who do you think you’re doing,
When you’re doing me?
You sit and wait
For me to wither
Like a skywriting falling down
For me to shudder,
In painful
Merciless pleasure
You wait
To hate
To rape
My sincerity
You drink
You drink
You drink
And then
You hurt me
What I’m saying,
Is goodbye.
And by that,
I mean hello.
And I by that I mean this poem
Isn’t really for you.
This is an ode to all your faults
And listen asshole,
You’ve got plenty.
This is me saying,
“fuck you”
this is an image
of me on my knees.
And here is a box
Of all your shit,
Your residue,
The aftershock.
This is me at my worst,
This is me tired
And its only 11:00
And you drink,
And I’m crying
I’m crying
I’m crying
And I’m crying myself
To sleep…
You drink
You drink
You drink

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