poetry critical

online poetry workshop

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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:

My AIM Profile

ok so what should my profile be... its 1 in the morning, on monday night.  I have a huge biology test tommorow that i know shit about...this girl i really like really dislikes me and it makes me want to vomit because i really can't fix it even though i say i can.  my mind  has ackwardly stated that it feels like cotton candy.  I'm wired on caffiene because i live at starbucks.  i have two pairs of socks on and my boxers.  i'm laying in bed with my apple laptop which has fucked up purple lines on it because my friend X threw a cell fone at me... and missed.  Tommorow is Valentine's Day, whatever that means really.  I had some fun shit planned, but I went and screwed around with some girls and fucked up the fun shit.  And before i wrote all this i was contemplating what i could do to make things normal.  But I just realized that I don't even know what normal is anymore.

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