My Poems Tell Me What You Think Please

1) Life is not limited to just man,
life is here life is grand,
from sea to sand,
life is here life is grand,
from bees to trees,
life see and life breaths,
it gives as it takes,
life is not just for you, life is for all too,
life is here and life is grand.

2) From connections to robo-reections,
the future is unclear time keeps on pushing there is no end near so our future must be now,
we must rise up too be known,
we are here and we will fight to deffend our right to live our life the way we think is truely right.

3) Under the influince, above thee ignorance,
THC is the key, for my buddy Evan to see things just a little diffrantly.

4) You lose your grip on reality,
you see thing that arn't there,
your mind starts to wonder as your thoughts begin to change life as you've knownt is gone you will never be the same try to fight it and you'll wind up going Insane.

Hey so this is my first post, so bare with me.

I've been smoking and writing for quite some time, I don't personally believe I need weed to inspire me, although I'd be lying if I said that it didn't help.

I really like your poems, honestly they need a little retweeking, but the jest of it, you got it man. I can tell you're just having fun and writing what comes to mind, and that's what it's all about. Not all this crazy word usage and vernacular, just straight up raw words constructing something creative. I think you should keep going with it man, but in the "stage" that you're in right now, I say keep trying but don't force it. It'll put basically a barrier on your mind that may hinder you, then you'll just stop writing. Don't stop man, I think you can go far! haha
(it's all about the love man!)

here's one of mine for checking out.. (sorry its a little long but i hope you all like it!)

"A meaningless interpretation

The American dream is rooted in love, but the love being produced is completely wrong. So many of us want meaningless things that take up our time and our brainwaves that we just get distracted by nothingness. The same nothingness that produces anger and rage. We all get caught up in it. We can’t escape it. There’s too many of it compared to the low level of abnormals who understand the frightful thoughts of the same boredom we call existence. I wish there was a way out, there’s got to be something worth striving for. I mean once everything is striped bare what then will we have to compensate these urges of aggressions. My mind keeps ringing like an endless cycle of unanswered phone calls all calling for the same reason. The hard part is, is deciphering those debt collectors from the ones who mean most to me. Take care in the refuge, which has been brought upon you. There’s no easy strategy to get to the high grounds. Feels like ridged rock, sometimes as if though calling out to taunt me by name. My mind racing wanted to go back, wanting to find comfort but still im out there searching. Searching for god knows what. So many happy endings crushed this way. I don’t get why we all have to live in lies. Just cut out the middle ground and get everything from the roots. Bare essentials lost through poorly constructed morals. Destruction and death is a day I fear is coming near. So much blood there, so much blood. Not forgotten but merely passed on with unthankful eyes. Oh how I wish it were true, how I wish the American dream would not come true."

ya man thanks i'll deffnatly keep wrighting
an i like ur poem it was good i had to reread it but thats cause i'm high hahahh