Poemranker [Poem: opposition] [by kiki] Thu Nov 21 18:01:10 PST 2024

opposition (Free verse) by kiki

Standing there I grew baggage on my cells like polyps on a heavy breath. My thoughts funnel through me and stick to my mouth. What's in my mind? certainly not the sky turns red like cherries when I crave you. Certainly not my following your circles like a light fading in an opened window.

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.9
Weighted score: 4.45
Overall Rank: 12896

Posted: November 21, 2002 12:24 AM PST; Last modified: November 21, 2002 12:24 AM PST
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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 | 21-Nov-02/10:09 AM | Reply

"Standing there I grew baggage on my cells/
like polyps on a heavy breath."

What the fuck does that mean?

[n/a] kiki @ 66.31.160.76 > -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. | 23-Nov-02/12:29 AM | Reply

Well, polyps are growths that can keep inhibit one's breathing. I suppose I meant that I was slowly accumulating various sorts of mental/emotional growths or blockages that were keeping from functioning properly.

[8] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 14-Dec-02/3:56 PM | Reply

when i was younger the rats ate my board game collection.;

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