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:

to kill two friends

stage 1:
three clans in one big family
the most dangerous guys
good in all ways
but bad in both ways
respect for all
disrespect for none.
we all had our parts to play
everyone had his roles
different issues
we have torn apart
with everyone getting his equal share
we have thrown into ditches
with all souls in peace
so many we have abducted from our worlds
to make our laws for freedom stronger
we all had a single word for a name
the remain two,
you dont want to know
my clan rezgue(pronounced raiz-gue)
meaning "reality in a crazy world"
but soon it drifts away
someone is blowing the burning flame away
the strong bond shatters
and our sharp arrows point in our faces
our skills, instincts, weapons
to protect each other
naa, we aim each other
we all have to wear our hoods
i have to be
silence, simple, smart, sleek, sleak
we are broken into three
but now two
a traitor forms an aliance
to save a face
and be the good guy
for a reason to bring together
and stop the bloods from boiling
but instead our volcanoes erupts
four against two
the last man watches
waiting for the first body drop
for no reasons
waiting to bridge the raging fire
strategies are been drawn
our weapons buried in the depths of
our hearts
when the red rose drops
we will be sending the first message
which will pierce through your flesh
we have been pushed too far
our silence,
you have stepped upon
our target, we see in you
our snipper lies in the trees
of our heart
as for your friend,
we count
when your eyes blinks
he falls to the ground.

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