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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:

There I Go

I write rhymes about writing rhymes
Rocking mics and keeping thoughts precise through exciting times
            She said “Why don’t you try to expand?”
Looked at me direct and       grabbed me by left hand
                   So I briefly dropped the megaphone
We met and stoned, she smiled at my third eye and extra bone
                       But I wasn’t riffin off of flesh alone
She lit a bone, laid down and listened as I read a poem
                             Nothing as soft or as sweet
We talked about docks and taking walks on the beach
                               Like one day it could happen
If she kept copping strong herb and I kept up that good rappin
                                          So I kept writin
Checked her like a mic and       I could expect lightin
                                Askin sweetly if I would flip
Sayin “full lips lets lay on the grass and bullshit”
I said “Yeah that could be nice, you wanna go sugar spice?”
Expectin to get an ear full of hazy days and boogie nights
Would he twice? That’s something I don’t really ask
Like how a serious man could start fallin for a silly mask
Anyways, throughout our escapades she slipped me razorblades  
Like those of the grass by the shade where we played and laid
                 Scrap metal, she collected but not digested
She passed it all to me, and I said I would protect it
Sometimes, she dropped bombs, I ain’t her father now
But since I’m kinda armored I decided I’d calm her down
                              On some ‘take deep breaths’ shit
Think about it next time kid, but don’t stress it
                                     That was my mistake
Thinking I could make her happy while she cried and ached
                               Still we proceeded to meet up
Dry sometimes, mostly getting weeded and treed up
                  I shoulda known that it was nothing good
I had a girl, she had a man, it was understood
But all things end, and soon we’re back at things
Talking bout the sad things, and neither of us had rings
“I need you in my life, with or without attached strings
Every night I dream of flight with you, please, let me have wings”
                            Saplings die before they can bear fruit
Some people trample plants others prefer to tear roots
Over watered flowers can drown when they’re about to bloom
A fetus without food might not ever make it out the womb
Needless to say, she wasn’t really tryna have that
She let loose a quick excuse and dropped me like a backpack
I hit the ground hard collapsed like a house of cards
Couldn’t see the glass between us til I had a hand of shards
Burning endo dolo and hardly getting better
Communication severed, musing over unsent letters
What’s a boy to do when he only wants one
Girl that taught him how to open up his locked tongue
She used to light my days up like the hot sun
Now she hears my music and watches but wont talk none
Ooh baby you made me feel soo good
Let me take you by the hand
Though time separated us
We can still do, as we planned
Let me take you  by the beach
Let me walk you down the shore
We sure had something wonderful
And we could still have something more

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