poetry critical

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Welcome to Poetry Critical, an online poetry workshop. To post your own poetry you'll need to create a user id by typing a name and password in the box above and hitting 'New User'. If you just want to critique or jump into the discussion, however, you can go ahead and get started!

Random Poem:

killed herself

it always starts with a girl.
calling, crying. aching
with moments before shutting
down and fiddling my keys,
breezing down back streets
and beating on their apartment
doors. this one was open,
though. shotgun in her mouth
and toe on the trigger, crying.
cellphone by her left foot on
the dusty hardwood floor.
i try to start a quick joke
and i'm taken back: fuzzy,
black and white moving stills
30's silent film style
of our first date- before
errors of college and tight
grips to steering wheels,
drunken nights of mayhem.
i remember our first kiss,
under that tree at her
father's farm. i told her
that we'd marry there,
away from everyone- where
we could find our love
was more than the vanity and
fairy tale everyone said
it was. that it'd never
work. but i felt her hand
touch mine, that day, and kiss
the ring she made from
paper and tape- that was
close enough to love for me.
even though that was years ago,
she never changed that
perfume that i liked
so much from that day,
she called that love.
today, stale room filled
with low-burning candles,
i cant smell anything.
i think she said
"where have all the cowboys
gone?" before she

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