| User | jermwerm | | Topic | BAD ACID TRIP | | Message | Lurking the bright midnight,
feelig some ones after me,
paranoia to my powerless senses,
evil thoughts I think I see.
Running thrugh my thoughts is me,
questioning my nightmarish fate,
for their is no one watching me,
I only uninterpited the awareness of old trees.
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| User | Akronsteve | 2005-03-21 | | | Subject | bad acid trip | | Message | Seems more like a condensation of the mass-media purported stereotypical bad acid trip.
The rhyme scheme is consistent with rhythm for the most part though the last line falls out of rhythm. If that is intentional, you may want to rethink it.
You may want to run spell check.
Hope this helps. |
| User | jermwerm | 2005-03-15 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | LUKEWARM REALLY REALLY SUCKS! HE’S A LAME FLAMMER! |
| User | Dark Romeo89 | 2005-03-02 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | i like it
you expres it verry well
even if you havent done acid it is still like an emotion or a realistic dream
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| User | lynn marsters | 2005-02-25 | | | Subject | acid | | Message | the closest thing I’ve ever heard of an acid inspired poem was
mr cob was corn on the cob, I didn’t eat him because I don’t like corn
I don’t think hallucinagenic drugs are incredidibly conducive to creativity |
| User | lukewarm | 2005-01-29 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | you suck. |
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