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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:

Tears for the past

my eyes are half open
i can hear the TV in the other room from my roommate
watching yet another stupid game show
the price is wrong
i thought Bob Barker died
i lay there in my bed
wearing nothing but my underwear
my gray Joe boxers
the have the smell of dust and battery acid holes from work
we lay there in my bed together in my black futon mattress
you warm my chest as i hold you close
with your back to me I can smell your hair
i cant place the shampoo you use
i am just a guy we don’t know these things
as we lay there I drift in and out of consciousness
feeling your pulse against me
you are wearing your black underwear
i think its sexy as hell but you just don’t care
i keep thinking about taking it off of you.
but I don’t want to wake you
you look so peaceful its mesmerizing
after we make love we are still laying there both falling asleep
still a little sweaty
feeling your naked body against mine is bliss
but if I tell you, you think it’s a joke
as we lay there with your back to me I can hear you crying
i know that you are trying to hide it but you are still crying
i know that if I ask why you will tell me nothing
so I just hold you closer
i know the truth why you are crying
the past always haunts the future
and what happened to you, you deserve better
i want to make it up to you
i want to spend my life making it up to you.
if I was worthy I could do it  
but we just lay there in my bed
me still holding you, I will never let go
my love is Too strong to let go
even after the fights we have and the things you say
i still love you
we just lay there in bed together
stupid Bob Barker
stupid game shows
when will you die old man
i fall back asleep holding you close to me
hoping we never have to put our cloths back on
i fall asleep close to you
i hope to never move

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