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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:

The curl of my inborn thoughts

I'm a still-born,
in a cradling position
glancing at my vocabulary
wondering what word would impress you most
how much of my tongue must I flutter to make you want to fly like it'
next to it
on it.
How I could carve sweets from your flesh
wrap in little packets, stamped in smudgey red-ink paper
I'd savour in my pocket  
for the in and outs of suckling on my oral fixations.
I've been walking with empty pockets
just so I could wait to break apart a fool like you
to half-heartedly make the poor plains of my living feel growth,
or at least distract me of the hunger-pangs
when I engorge my hand inside and bring out a few unrecognizable wools;
stuffing pulled from decomposed teddy bears
the fiber of the still inner present child,
waiting to come back and claim me over the years
back to the fears I'd fail myself
and dry into a leaf  
once pulsing syrup
*made from a mysteriously sore puss,
vaselined because it dampened the pain
I'd cream and wish my "nameless carry-on down below" would vanish
as I uncomfortably shifted in riding shorts,
crying over being accused of loving anyone...
like love was something you could do.
And now you fuck this, like this never happened.
and all I want to do is make you my feelings of love, to gift you with my blood.

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