[Jared]

LOOOOOOONG poetry dry spell shows no sign of ending. I have just finally forced myself to write, good or bad. This one puts me to shame.
Rip it to shreds.

"Paranoia"

Like being dragged
Lethargic and murmuring
Onto a somnolent UFO,
Immobilized and probed
While climbing
The stairway to Heaven.
Effortlessly
Connected
Direct line to the clairvoyant.
Drugged up,
Dumbed down.
The material reality
Of telepathy:
Hypnotized
And violated
Left to breathe
And dared to sleep
In this urban cocoon.
This is love.

[Skeeter]

Hmm, definitely not your best work.

Like being dragged
Lethargic and murmuring
Onto a somnolent UFO,
Immobilized and probed
While climbing
The stairway to Heaven.

I like these lines. Good stuff, even though it does seem a little forced.

Effortlessly
Connected
Direct line to the clairvoyant.

This doesn't seem to fit with the opening lines. I'm also not a fan of those two words sitting on their own lines. They just don't seem important enough to warrant that much attention.

Drugged up,
Dumbed down.
The material reality
Of telepathy:

Seems a little too blatant. First two are a bit cliché. I see how you've connected the last two with the clarivoyant line. Not bad.

Hypnotized
And violated
Left to breathe
And dared to sleep
In this urban cocoon.
This is love.

Ugh. Sorry, that last line...however, I like "urban cocoon."

Force yourself out of your dryspell! You've got a few decent lines in here but it's just not as high quality as your other stuff.

[Jeff]

I agree with skeeter . . . I wasnt goign to post anything, but . . yeah . .

[Jared]

Force yourself out of your dryspell!

That's what I'm trying so desperately to do by just writing.
I hope this doesn't last long...

And thanks for the comments.