I can unabashfully admit that my writing is viewed as condescending. That my views and my constant whining are both mindless and quite frankly not logical. I accept this judgement because it is true. But I was not created to paint an accurate portrayal of human thought. I have experienced all of my own bullshit, and all of the ridiculous emotions I speak to and rant about are ones that I feel. I am the very tragic character that I am disgusted with. My paranoia and self doubt run my life like a train with endless amounts of track. I am the very person I despise. One moment I sit criticizing people and my surroundings while the next I am looking for ways to iitiate some aspect of social contact. I admit my own pitiful thoughts and shortcomings because they are true and to put it simply, they are no longer a secret. I spend more time entertaining distant daydreams then I do actually living my dreams. But I admit these shortcomings. They are part of me. So while my writing may come across aloof and rather sensationalized, take comfort in the fact that I am the main character of my own dissatisfaction. You may feel some of this, I am sure we all do, but I feel all of it. I accept who I am because I dont want to change what makes me unique. We both know that is pleasant bullshit. I am self destructive and self deprecating. I am trapt in my head because there is nobody to open the door to get out. Then again I may have forgotten to tell people I was in here. So please judge me and my writing. I only wish you could find some criticism that I have not already expanded upon.


STW

The Jump

It's the deep breath
While you stand on the edge
Hoping your eyes will reassure your brain
But you see nothing, nothing
Your breath becomes heavy, noticeable
Your ears are filled
With the rush of your own thoughts
But something forces you to the edge
Something makes you move forward
And for an instance
When you are surrounded by air
You realize the fall could last forever

Stanley T Wiser

my mind has not been itself
because it has not had its companion
that stimulates its being
therefore leaving it somewhat stagnant.

I'm left feeling invigorated
and creative to boot
words are forced in and out of my head
like laundry down a chute

spending the summer in the rockie mountain way
i felt invincible
now back on ground
i feel dispensable

this ongoing feeling
of negative force
I'm reckoning with
the unsatisfactory that i didn't miss

trying to understand why this is forbidden
just makes me want it more
let me move where i can have it forever

Theo D.

fake t-shirts

i have no respect for you as a person,
running around and spitting out lies,
then all you do cry when i ask why
which just makes me want to kiss the sky.
you built me up just to break me down,
oh buttercup get a grip of your life
instead of holing on to me just to watch me drown.
your inconsideration's strengthen my path,
so i never have to look back.
i attack only now whats ahead
and i only see metallica finally fading to black.
I've dealt with your kind before but no more
i say no more to you because your one of me
I'm a bull in the stars,
but i like the squirrel in the tree...
that i sit under and let the apple fall on me
with a little help from its friend gravity.
stopping is not an option i will prevail
through all the barriers
doing what i do best, giving a fuck about who cares.
I'm the king of my body and no one else will rule me
and if you mean something say it,
othersmart its not wise to fool me.

Theo D.

cloud 9

all around i see me are faces,
with no real face.
the simplicity of their complexion
gives them no real race.

whats a race that kills,
one that deserves to be in none.
therefor there can be no racism,
and all the killing can be done.

see the faces of your neighbors,
love the faces of your neighbors.
and love all the sexually unaccepted neighbors,
or some may call them geighbors.

everyone should love everyone no matter,
what shape size or colour.
love everyone to death,
instead of just killing my sisters and brothers.

we were all made from the same thing,
so were all wawrefaric cannibals.
killing and manipulating the minds,
eating all up of all the bullshit the gov says.

all i am saying is give peace one chance,
it will successfully dormant war.
which means we can have more success,
and everyone can live more.

Theo D.

solitude is a key in ones span of living,
i try and take as much as my mother earth will give me.
in the grass alone or with you,
chasing our words out of our mouth that cant seem to stop moving.

when i cant seem to be me,
i go where i know i want to be.
imagining my place of peace creates peace in me,
which then in turn brings me back to me.

you cant feel any happier emotion than knowing who you are,
truly, spiritually,physically,mentally,and emotionally.
ones who feel this are the gayest people in the world,
and will always provail through the obstacles they must pass victoriously.

knowing who you are gives you the motivation,
to do what you know you are capable of.
but living who you are is the kicker,
and if you don't live your life as you the world will give you a shove

Theo D.

my love.

my love is figurative,
like a fugative playing lunatic fringe in my kitchen.

my love is literal,
like i literally just shit my self jumping on the trampoline.

my love is infinite, definite,
though redefined through many acts of spite.

my love is invisibe,
though radiant through the right set of eyes.

my love is fiction,
like the world we live in and the fucks we share it with.

my love is real,
like the blood beign shed by suicidal maniacs on the streets everyday.

my love is anything and everything,
that makes me grow to who i am and who i am too become.

Willie Crooked Smile