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How my head feels (Free verse) by Adriaan
someone is making a cast of my brain. I can feel them pour the plaster in my thinking slows as my head is weighed down and then it stops while I sleep they take the cast away and pack it in a dusty hall with all the other casts they've made one for every overlong day

Up the ladder: one word
Down the ladder: Sonnet of a Child

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.7
Weighted score: 4.35
Overall Rank: 13053
Posted: June 12, 2002 5:05 PM PDT; Last modified: June 12, 2002 5:05 PM PDT
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[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.245.180 | 16-Jun-02/5:35 PM | Reply
Don't you think "and then it stops" slows down the flow of the poem somewhat? I think what you're looking for is a sort of counter-rhythm, but frankly it fails. You fail.
[3] -=SeTTle=- @ 63.214.97.114 | 10-Jul-02/9:17 PM | Reply
Nobody cares about your brain. I can't relate to this feeling personally. Thus, shit.
[4] horus8 @ 24.126.113.154 | 28-Aug-02/11:41 PM | Reply
you suck. sorry. my femur's bigger than yours, and my plaster of paris is from paris. nah....(tongue out lol!) vibrate.dagger.iree.hemp. 4
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