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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:

The Moth and the Chaos Theory
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I ripped off the wings of a moth, no reason
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to feel guilty, as it was only small and helpless
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being cornered in a dusty facility.
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“It’s a moth, so it of course can’t feel anything.”
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But years later I thought back to that moment.
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It had happened in a church,
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of all places. The little innocent
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creature of beauty flapping its wings against
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the wall hoping for
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a chance of flying into the radiance of
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vibrant light and freedom outside, to radiate
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upon it as though coloring itself to fly out of the cocoon,
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until it was forced to endure my childish greed.
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So close, it was, as I could have opened the door and swat it
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outside. But no. I chose to tear on
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the poor creature as it tried to flutter out of its pain.
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“It can’t feel it,” I reminded myself, but later
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I realized it was too late. I hadn’t even bothered
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to put it out of its misery, it wasn’t even a thought
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to enter my mind and eventually steal my actions; after
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all, I’d come this far, couldn’t I at least linger a little
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and finish what I started, unneeded destruction?
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Later, unneeded
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destruction surfaced on the
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news: a hurricane
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of controversy, as the legs of a child were
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amputated because the
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experiment went beyond wrong.
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I couldn’t help but think,
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that was my fault.
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Because I realized,
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the ugly moth had really been
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a better fly after all.
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