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

I am...

My eyes are burning with the desire felt but once before. I float through a valley walked by many but remebered by few. Their footsteps echo with the daunting sound of my imminant demise. Soon the sensation will leave me, yet my mind keeps my thoughts burned in my head. I am not lost but awakened to the greater sense of meaning burning before me. Those who judge are left only with the satisfaction empty sensation that they are better than me. But I can see more clearly, as if the smoke let down the curtain to a hidden mirror. I see my reflection and realize it has changed more than I care to know. I am simply a shell of who I was and what I believed in. No matter where I go from here, I carry these scares forever. I am no longer a pillar of confidence and knowledge, but a man who cringes at the thought of time and death. I am a lost soul, bound by faith, yet driven by the unknown. I am...nothing more than a man of the world who wishes to prove he can sit atop the milkey way and rule with a fist of dust. For that is all we really are, dust in a cosmic universe.

STW

my other name

I see things differently,
that others may see clearly.
I see things repeatedly,
so i begin to fear thee.

Are these signs important,
or should i pay no mind.
This cannot be happening,
it's not my time.

Gasping for breathe,
from the horrifying scene.
I'm in dire need of oxygen,
Tis the only thing i feen.

This plot is still occurring,
like a scratched compacted disc.
My head is on a lose swivle turning,
I am begining to feel sick.

This noise crescendos,
deep within my brain.
I know now im losing it,
I cant even remember my other name.

I see thing differently,
that others may see clearly.
These things keep repeating,
so I begin to fear thee.