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:

Villa Bellmont
peacetonight

that’s how it started
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with a casual hard rock beginning
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innocence blaring
 3
untouched purity
 4
that slowly began to transform
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then we started strumming
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dramatically
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to the oh so familiar folk tunes
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but we did this to ourselves
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we busted every damn string we could
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with depleted fingertips
 11
so raw they could be called
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salmonella-stained
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look at us
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just toy soldiers
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protesting uphill
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with steel-toed boots
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and fists clenched
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like our frivolous superficiality
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would make some sort of
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disparity
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or distinguished difference
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this time
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it was just another case of the
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she did’s
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and she did nots
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that always won
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hands down
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over candor
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but nonetheless
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we took it all in
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and lapped up
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sad amounts of
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tough love
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like a pup
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with a brutal thirst
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that never gets fulfilled
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then an unexpected triple threat
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had advanced in my direction
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erasing and eroding
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everything consequential
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that mattered to me
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now I drive unaccompanied
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single-handedly
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with only the headlights guiding me
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and I remember the time
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I slept alone on the couch
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with two closed doors down the hallway
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and my covered body
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alone
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in the wide open living room
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I don’t need anyone’s advice
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or kind words
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sometimes it suits me well
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and other times, I find
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I’m just talking to myself
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