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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:

Your High School Is A Joke

a typical high school day
in a typical teenage life
dragging around your room
wondering what drama will progress from today
can't be late
god forbid you miss the morning brawl in the parking lot
try to get by unnoticed
or get noticed getting by
you know these kids
the ones who "don't need education"
finding better things to do with their time
like scribbling names in bathroom stalls
and for some reason
feel the need to display their chewed gum
under every desk
in every room
on every floor
attempt a rhyme
can't write pretty words in this Hell
you could try for 1,000 years
and still...fail
we'd rather play kiss & tell
that's all it is
am i right?
a sick game
for sick youth
in sick fasion
and some cheap cigarette covers up your shame
and a stranger's bed gives you the proof you cried for as a child
feel worthless yet?
oh, but "happiness is all the rage"
i see you
i watch you
find your pleasure in others' pain
it's your turn to watch
as i shoot your ego down
you conform yourselves
to be like everyone else
look around you
take a blessed look around you
seem familiar?
it's like a reflection
one massive, all-devouring, mirrored reflection
you wear the same shoes
the same brands are bared across your backs
you sing the same songs
tell the same jokes
talk the same slang
who are you?
or have you forgotten.
this is our future?
the ground we need to settle?
your cliques are tying you down
looping the noose to tighten your trends
"Imitation is suicide"
Emerson...you philosophical bastard
i'll raise my glass to you my friend
a toast...to the NEXT latest trend
the lovers
the losers
their existence doesn't matter
because once the day's over, it's just another sappy entry in a diary...

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