Description: drugs and the spell they unfold on you.
the magic man -------------------------------------------
magic waves of time decays, the magic man will come.
he waves his hand across the air and calls out to the sun.
snowy dust fall upon us and blackend rain with drops.
he disappears amidst the grass, in time his spell corupts.
*sings* 'Try, try, try to understand- He's a magic maaaaaaaan' Sorry- very nice length to this poem... and uber-perfect meter, too- I like unconventional styles a bit more, but this piece obeys such strict meter and conveys such a pretty Wonka-esque picture that it's just... cool. *md*
i like the rhyme in this one. despite what i have said before about the whole rhyming thing. i think you have shown your brilliance and talent here. i like...
"...he disappears amidst the grass, in time his spell corupts..."
Its saying although he has gone he will come back and the fact that he was there and you experienced his presence...it will forever haunt you. am i wrong? i mean i get this. and you say it has to do with doing drugs? i feel like maybe this could even be used is a description of any mistake or bad feeling that you have about something. it will continue to haunt you until you do something different or do something that is going to solve the situation or problem. just a thought.
Great job again.
Sheezer! i never thought i would say that that much.