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:

Out Of Focus Again
Thenameless

Whiteness now
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    scurries
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      across open blight,
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     it usually never
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   captures my attention
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at all.
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The plainness,
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  and placid
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      landscape
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  feeds my determination.
 10
     To cultivate
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       an eccentric idea,
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     without it turning
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  spoiled or raw.
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While I rotate back and forth
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           grasping this rotating chair,
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               a cigarette still
 17
  embraces free upon my lips.
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       The exhaled haze disrupts my
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   vison to capture life.
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        Thus my agony cries out
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              and so
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           my imagination slips.
 23
      
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Would you scrape the dirt off
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        my fate?
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       These drugs have devoured
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         my inner sense to feel.
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    These family ties scatter away from
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a sense of perception.
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      To their golden gods they bow,
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                and kneel.
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    As
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  lifestyles,
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   and morals
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         bear
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          their teeth,
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    using pure pressure to
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          escape me of my youth.
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         Responsibility for me
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           has been hard to conceive,
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             these parents of mine
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               never riddled me
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                       the truth.
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                                No
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                                 one
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                               ever
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                              did.
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