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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:

Cognition Under Cannabis
LeftUPrising

He makes his day of salt and snow
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in the oppressive glare of winter sun
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It is his eyes of gray pierced by the bright deep blue overhead
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Deeper than the sea of his mind
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and the burden of a vast sky lies too heavy on his shoulders
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He feels his thoughts reproduce
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and flutter with confusion in their multitudes
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about the center of his conscious self
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Like a cloud of moths hovering in the glow
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around a lamp lite in the night
 10
 
 
It is a dismal surrounding where his body lurks
 11
and the gloom manifests in mind
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like the black snow that coats the miserable streets
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as if the symptoms of its repulsive sickness
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His thoughts, like glass,  see through the ugly climate of reality
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while they also cast its reflection
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A balancing act between the realist and idealist
 17
 
 
Memory is a shadow that chases him
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through fields of the picturesque present
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in its dull colors
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She rebuilt her web in a corner of his mind once more
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As persistently as he would dust it away, she rebuilds her home
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This spider memory of a girl forever sewing her web within him
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It is an episode, a phase that passes at such surreal pace
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a melody of elation and melancholy that harmonize in one song
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She’s now but an intangible memory whose whims are so untamed
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and that can get the best of him
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He knows that her superiority is glaring
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that she exceeds him,
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through her persecution has she earned omnipotence  
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Like sweet milk, the thought tantalizes the tongue
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and sooner yet does it turn sour: the taste has been spoiled
 32
 
 
Now he takes in the herbs
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and harvests the smoke that it grows
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and it flows like white and blue hairs whipping
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as they twist and turn around one another
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and rise upward, mingling on the ceiling surface
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The smoke finds refuge
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to sleep in the crevices of one mind
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It lies across the surface of his brain
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and becomes its atmosphere
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It is the shell of smoke around that mental mass
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that is now the ozone around a mind of planetary movements:
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thoughts that rotate about their axis
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It is the conscious and unconscious
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that have morphed together
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like two rain drops on a window pane
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and all the oppressive forces of the mundane
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cease their grip around his thinking:
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His mind is free from the minutia
 50
 
 
He knows it is the prospect of the future that
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sullies the lucent present of peace
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and into pieces the world seems to crumble
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He is taken to a state where he is given to empathize
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with all who are unhappily born to balance,
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tip-toeing on a high wire over the abyss of death
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A revelation shrieks like a trumpet horn;
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the epiphany strikes the soul undone
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and it dawns on him that maybe sound is linear
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Yes, because thoughts pump with the drumbeat
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and visions flash with the baseline
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He watches his words as they grow from his lips
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He is forever on the edge
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in a trance wherein both insecurity and freedom dance
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He is to groom the reckless
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shrub of speech that grows
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