My Room by Ploflz.

A poem about the senses, the brain, and processing an action.

This is a remake.

It was a start of a story idea but not sure where it will go. If it really goes anywhere.

Another freelance poem, written by another in love teenager with bad luck, with genuine feeling in every sad word.

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.

By allowing in the scum, whom are we leaving out? The good immigrant who would benefit our society.

What happens on Valentine’s Day on “Gunsmoke”?

A poem about how things can escalate and snowball to become much bigger than the original intent. Also note the lines, they are dominoes ENJOY.

A poem I wrote for school, im using "forest" as a metaphor as a journey. Enjoy.