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.

Rebel and betrayal struck upon humanity beyond the pathway of life centuries ago, it altered mankind’s sanity into insanity….As gaining again trust after a betrayal is incomplete as trust that was beheld on you from someone was crushed.

A poem that strongly resembles my feelings, attitude, and my life as it sits at this moment.

Beware the fury of a battlecat.

Tequila and abuse.

A POEM FOR MY WIFE

2/27/2012.

A poem written about pain and rage.

You are genuinely lost for words.

This is a poem about personal inhibitions that prevent a person to vent or cry properly. It is a short blurb, just trying to clear smoke and daggers form my mind. Listening to Family Portrait by Pink as I have been writing the last three poems.