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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

Adult Junction
That crossroad is somewhere nearby
Definitely here
But I can’t see it – Why?
Because I’m living in it
Long ago I crossed that junction
Long ago I passed that red-route line
And now, on a cold Autumn day
I ask how long; how long?
How long have these green lights been green?
How long have crowds been fleeing road to road?
As cars shoot past, too fast to see
I sit
Watching green lights stay green.
And the world whizzing past
I never did see amber turn green
Where was I so lost?
Swerving round that bend in denial
And loosing half myself behind
I asked, I questioned
I jigsawed fragments of a broken skull
To configure
Who had I really become?
Trapped inside my own capsule
Creating my own sick pill
I became my friendliest enemy
I traveled to a world so far away
Where traffic lights never change
And seasons lie still
Distracting me so well
From noticing greens becoming amber
Until all I could see was a swelling red
Too late
Too late to stop a cancerous lava erupting inside
My own magma melting me to prisoner
Flowing inside a ruptured heart
Stealing smiles away
Forcing me to cocoon inside its grey rock
And even when it cooled and calmed
The burnt tongue never healed
Memories choked my words
Clogged thoughts and frozen soul
Because the bitter reality was
That even being blind would have been some comfort
Against having no eyes at all
Never able to see greens turning amber
Until reds had long taken reign
Autumn having bullied a summer away
At these crossroads I remain
I’m stolen, I’m gone
Playing that battle
The one I thought I’d already won
Childhood done

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