Signs?! What's the point?!

 So I'm skateboarding along just minding my own buisness listening to music when BAM! I get stuck on a sign that's fallen over. No I don't mean some stop sign or a yield sign, no it's a sign saying "Hey middle class family, I'm here to help you so vote NPD" or something along those lines. But really, I come out of my concentration over pushing along to take a look around and all I can see is "Vote..." or "Don't vote...." or even "hey look what he did isn't that horrible! Vote for me!". Well to be honest with such a show of waste I'd rather not vote for any of them! These signs stay there for what four to six weeks, maybe seven. Then what? do they recycle them?! No. They either take them to the dump or just leave them fallen over on the side of the road! If you want my vote instead of making three hundred signs go make a playground or build a shelter for people who don't have homes to use! Because unlike these signs it shows that you actually want to change something!

What is love?!

I come close, you push me away. I try to be distant as not to anger you, and it backfires and you say your loosing interest?! Just a question, how can you loose interest? If I love someone I never loose interest, I always care and that doesn't stop. Not ever. But whatever, I could get past that. But the matter of fact is that when I try; when anyone tries people just throw it at them and if they give up because they can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel, they get burnt. They loose. As always. They shrink back to what they were in the past and can't come out because no one can help them only they can better the sores left in their mind. Scars that build walls. Walls that build fortresses. And eventually forts that build hatred and war ending in a cacophony of madness and depression....

So what is love?! A never ending spiral of hate and compassion. Something so few experience because people can't see past what they think because they're so into the idea of getting everything they ever wished for? Is it being hurt, and left for dead only to go back and spring the trap yet again shutting the barbed teeth on your heart? To be honest I don't know what love is exactly, but what I do know is I feel it. For you and for everyone. I care without return, give without regret, I try to be compassionate and yes sometimes I fall behind and fall in line with everyone else but to be honest I do my best to stand up for love in it's original stage. Not some "I want to get laid" antics of a horny teenager but of unbroken caring and undeserved forgiveness. So you know what if you hurt me and you're reading this I'm sorry if I had harsh feelings but I forgive you...

unknown

What would I be if I died this moment?
A brother, a son, a friend, another ex lover?

How would I be remembered?
A photo, a word, a whisper, just an other RIP status?

Even more so, who will remember me?
Friends and family? Brothers and sisters? Enemies and lovers alike?

If I even am remembered, then for how long?
Some say they wouldn't forget, but I've heard it before.

We all have memories of distant pasts,
once so vivid, now they fade so fast

Am I just an other toy in this life of loss?
A one night stand and something to toss?


Well it doesn't matter.
'Cause in the end you weren't even my friend...

LOVE

I'd love to know why it's so wrong now a days to love everything? There's so much hate, so many things we could prevent by just being nice. But yet everyday we turn people away, ignore others needs and then when someone calls you out on your actions we respond with "Hey it's none of my business". Well you know what people it is your business!
What happens when your harsh words are the ones that trigger the suicide thoughts? What happens when the ignorence you showed to someone is the reason they bring the gun to school. We hear about these school shootings or these work shootings and think "Oh it's somewhere else that could never happen here in my little town!". But hey look around there's suicides, murders, and even rapes all around the world everyday. And we're here saying "Hey don't love him thats wrong!" or "Hey you shouldn't support her she did this...". Why can't we all just get along and let it go...For once let love flow abundant and free...

The Gourd

Life like a gourd I'm a hollowed out shell of what I was grown as.
A thing for people to admire and yet never know what I could have been,
I could have been the envy of all and yet everything  that has happened has hollowed me
Everything that could have been is now gone.
But now I'm a shell, stuck on a shelf

A figurine of childish laughter
That some see as art
And some see as pointless wastes of time.
A shell of what could have been....

A shadow

What happens when you turn on the light?

The shadows are chased out by the bright.
But when it come in reverse
The night comes back, dark and perverse.
The thoughts of monster of lust and agony
Come running like a ragging cacophony
The crimes streak the night like the sun breaks the day
And we stand here out of the way
Like it doesn't matter, like we don't ever care
We just keep on moving and pretend to be unaware

Like a match dropped in the middle of the forest
A fire that spreads like a  directed blaze in all directions
We all want to stop it but how can we?
How can we stop a fire that has been growing since before we were born?
How can all the pain and suffering stop?
The answer it can't and it won't
Like a small child standing still as the sun goes down... An ever growing shadow