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:

Downhill
treerain

A breath away
 1
from LA’s 2%
 2
but the motivation to inhale
 3
has been extinguished
 4
by two hinges above the floor
 5
Now, some here
 6
a little there it all adds up
 7
and recounts
 8
all 75,000 consolations,
 9
that explains
 10
why the numbers
 11
keep building up
 12
and out
 13
It just goes around
 14
a little
 15
before your arms
 16
can no longer reach
 17
I almost fear
 18
that breath is out of reach
 19
that no matter
 20
How many times I deny myself
 21
those circumference increasing
 22
lightheadedness preventing-
 23
Still. I kind of like
 24
That high
 25
that comes from being
 26
Self-deprived
 27
As good as that is
 28
I’m, weak to keep it
 29
and I break down
 30
75,000 later
 31
I’m even deeper into self-pity.
 32
I’ll make my back hurt
 33
and my muscles ache
 34
Till my bones are bare
 35
fill it with the other things
 36
that seem to lighten
 37
the other girls moods
 38
but who identifies
 39
with the grief?
 40
I built such a strong
 41
Fortress
 42
just to watch it sink
 43
too heavy to hold its own weight
 44
there I stood with that pain
 45
from two hinges above the
 46
floor on the right
 47
telling me it’s all
 48
Down.
 49
                       hill from
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               here
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