poetry critical

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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:

who's bound to stay behind

Everyone says I deserve better than you
And I spend my days trying to convince myself it's true
I pressed play on my stereo today
and you came on singin’
bout another girl named Jazz
my stomach moaned and I rushed to shut it off
i was your rebound and I didn’t even know it
and i can still feel your lips on my neck and your hand on my stomach
our legs tangled up in mangled sheets at four AM
listening to Keith Jarrett
her organic shampoo and music books are scattered about
But falling fast as I was, I didn’t stop to listen
When you simply allude to
how much you miss her
You don’t call for a week and I’m all torn in two
You say you can’t be with me the way I want you to
But I never said “okay here this is what I want”,
in my cowardice just silence and the ticking of some damn clock
a week later you stare at me through a foggy window
strumming Dylan on your guitar and now I’m the fool
we’re in this little fish bowl with nowhere to hide
coming and going with a fickle tide
someday I will hear your name and they will say “he is one bad motherfucker,”
and I will just shrug and say “I guess he’s alright”
then adding an addendum in my mind,
“he just wasted my precious time”.
that is a lie.
“Goodbye’s too good a word, boy, so I’ll just say fare thee well”

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