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:

Autumn Realization
bns

Adult Junction
 1
That crossroad is somewhere nearby
 2
Definitely here
 3
But I can’t see it – Why?
 4
Because I’m living in it
 5
Long ago I crossed that junction
 6
Long ago I passed that red-route line
 7
And now, on a cold Autumn day
 8
I ask how long; how long?
 9
How long have these green lights been green?
 10
How long have crowds been fleeing road to road?
 11
As cars shoot past, too fast to see
 12
I sit
 13
Watching green lights stay green.
 14
And the world whizzing past
 15
 
 
I never did see amber turn green
 16
Where was I so lost?
 17
Swerving round that bend in denial
 18
And loosing half myself behind
 19
I asked, I questioned
 20
I jigsawed fragments of a broken skull
 21
To configure
 22
Who had I really become?
 23
Trapped inside my own capsule
 24
Creating my own sick pill
 25
I became my friendliest enemy
 26
I traveled to a world so far away
 27
Where traffic lights never change
 28
And seasons lie still
 29
Distracting me so well
 30
From noticing greens becoming amber
 31
Until all I could see was a swelling red
 32
Too late
 33
 
 
Too late to stop a cancerous lava erupting inside
 34
My own magma melting me to prisoner
 35
Flowing inside a ruptured heart
 36
Stealing smiles away
 37
Forcing me to cocoon inside its grey rock
 38
And even when it cooled and calmed
 39
The burnt tongue never healed
 40
Memories choked my words
 41
Clogged thoughts and frozen soul
 42
Because the bitter reality was
 43
That even being blind would have been some comfort
 44
Against having no eyes at all
 45
 
 
Never able to see greens turning amber
 46
Until reds had long taken reign
 47
Autumn having bullied a summer away
 48
Now
 49
At these crossroads I remain
 50
I’m stolen, I’m gone
 51
Playing that battle
 52
The one I thought I’d already won
 53
Childhood done
 54

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