My idea for acid rooms was originally meant to be either in written or drawn form. I came up with it at my friend’s house staring off into space and imagining rooms that take on lives of their own, where some can be a feeling whether emotional or of the five senses, a memory that replays over an over, a person, a place, anything really. The idea was to imagine what walking through her house would be like on acid where things are distorted and reality is unreal. This however turned into something completely different and is a series I am still working on, this is the first part.

Someone struggling to expressive themselved to others and feeling distant with their ownselves.

Something I’m planning to enter in a contest at school. I still have time to make changes if needed, so comment it up PLEASE! Also, the theme for the contest is “Bending Reality,” which is what the poem is about. Comments? Thoughts? Fixes? Suggestions? All welcome. Thanks.

Random thoughts…

This is a story about a middle aged man who felt reluctant to accept the surrouding trauma’s in relation to his wife’s death.

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This is a poem I wrote when I was about fourteen so it’s a bit crap lol but it means something to me as it’s about the protagonist of my novel and much more.

Things happen in everyone’s life causing unwanted baggage and the baggage has to be gone through and thrown out to be worthy of someone else.

A poem about life.

How ugly are the things which are beautiful….. How hazy is our perception of beauty….