Pet Peeve: 'Use your turning signal when I'm behind YOU!'

First of all, I don't use my turning signal when I drive all the time, who cares, right? But what gets on my nerves is the fact that some people just don't even care.

Picture this...

Say you're driving to work or an appointment and you're already running late. You're in a two way street with two lanes on each side. Say there's two cars initially on the road (on your side) and it's only you and the person in front of you. Then both of you guys come to stop at a redlight.

Everything sounds fine so far, right? But then 20 cars come... some behind you, then there's plenty of cars next to you. Tons of cars oncoming waiting at the light as you are.

The light turns green.

"What the hell?! Why isn't the person in front of me not going?!"

Of course, after honking at them, they decide to turn their turning signal on letting you know they're taking a left turn. Now you can't switch lanes because you seem too close to them, plus, the right lane cars won't let you in. After the light turns to red, AGAIN, he finally turns leaving you stuck at the same light.

Now, if that person would've simply acknowledged you behind them and turned their signal on earlier, you couldn't switched lanes when there were no cars around and you couldn't been on your way.... but NNNOOOOOO... you're stuck at the same light.

If I just described you... you are the reason people get road rage.

Poem: Fighting Through 2 You

It's a conspiracy
tryin to keep fear in me
from society's beliefs against
anybody that does not believe in these,
eventually will cause constant controversy,
especially for the weak.
They will silence them
so they never get to speak,
keeping the confidentiality
causing causalities
as a result is reality
inhaling negativity never again will be,
positive.
Started off as a lil kid
completing my childhood
growing up but still I will learn to live
against… shit that will torment me
never could wash away that particular bacterium.
No Cerium
could cure me
so I dare them to get near me
so I can show them the world that I live in!
I have sinned
and I will continue but I choose to
never again be that negative.
Who can defend
against a devil minded man
if need be,
but the rout I'm taking
is replacing me
as an angel cause of a friend,
I have been
saved getting my soul baptized
so my life will not be ended,
just yet.
If there was just a reset
button I could press
to start over when I've messed up,
but it's tough
cause one does not usually get second chances
to advance the spirit
so many times I ended up with no luck.
I conduct the stuff that goes on,
and at one point
to a certain extent
I just didn't give a fuck!
I was like "fuck this, fuck that!
Fuck the world, I don't give a shit!"
That was reality for me,
speaking negativity
was the only thing I would speak,
but happiness finally found me.
I see differently,
I changed almost completely
to a different man.
Never planned
but I am given new blueprints
for my life
and at the end...
that's all I needed...
You...

Poem: The Devils in Me

Yea… I’m trapped in this carcass
lurking in the darkness
Pondering when and if I’ll ever be able to start this
conquest of less stress
but I’ve invested this deceptive selection of being heartless
cause I’ve sinned,
like vin I’ve been a man apart kid
again,
it’s when this grin begins you know just then
this motherfucka talking in my head
is equivalent to satan
can’t erase him
still breathing cold breathes like I’ve been waitin’
for hell,
just to dwell in a cell,
sweltering cause I’m fuckin hot like I’m about to melt
cause I’m tired of being a rebel
resisting these bitches
so persistent to catch me in the act
but I don’t flitch kid,
I’m consistent so malicious wit my vicious quickness
so keep ya fuckin distance,
cause sky’s the limit
on my pessimistic views
and how I live it so livid
it’s vivid these digits of six’s
still trying to get rid of it
but I’ve witnessed,
that it’s harder said than done…
it’s already begun,
the question if my mind is officially gone?
My shoulder’s being crushed by a ton
I can’t run,
fuck tryin to walk
Cause what’s done is done
and now it will never be undone
He’s fuckin won…
I’m half way to becoming his half son…
The devil…

Poem: Hollow Shell

I sit and stare
Watching there
Waiting to be heard
But it seems no one cares
A warm blooded person in the same room
Same tune, same melody
But what it’s telling me
Is emptiness inside this music
So it’s useless
No feelings, revealing that there’s no meaning
I’m seeing, hearing typing
Type, type, type…
The first opportunity they get, they set themselves up and let
it consume them, it dooms them
losing a relationship, losing out on school
blaming everyone else but they’re the fool
walks in the door, drops all the bags on the floor
doesn’t get changed but opens the laptop up
cause they need more, more… MORE!
An addict…
Cause they need ‘myspace’ but it’s a disgrace
with what’s being faced
pick and chose real life to the internet
and it’s place paces the way
they can’t give it up
and they know damn right they never will
cause it’s become a reason for living
sort of attached like it’s latched on their back
can’t detach and they decide to add a brain
to go with a heart to those lungs by signing right onto aim
what a shame…
they can’t stop, and they continue
as if myspace wasn’t enough, the messages are not quick to us
so type, type, type is the only stuff
you hear…
wait, I heard breathing…
but it’s only me
apparently the only human being
is the reflection of my own image that I see
but type, type, type…
wait, my laptops not on
ohh, I get it, that’s become the melody
this ‘music’ has taken the souls of these addicts
what would they do without it?!
Not live…
Cause the hollow shell is just a hollow shell
But there’s no more life within…

Poem: It's Useless

It's Useless...
Odds stacked against you
Living in a casino and how we get sent through
This whole phase,
when people fake with a mask living in role play stage
Just to satisfy their surroundings till an old age
I’m in my early twenties
and I’m getting so old and gray,
stressed but oh wait…
Maybe I’m shooting craps,
letting this dice rule my life
A slim chance to advance
and succeed but our minds
Have been brainwashed
to dream of these dreams
But it seems these seams are just a line-ing
of our lives in which we can’t redeem
Gotta keep a straight face
But I feel I don’t need to bluff
this stuff that I go through
But Fuck! I had enough,
I know I’m gambling everyday it’s like
I’m playing texas hold em with life but wait
There’s more…
And there always will be,
till shit kills me
I don’t ride rollercoasters for the thrills see
but yet I’m will-ing
So whatchu think about that shit?
Sometimes my head hurts with migraines
driving on a long stretch of a highway
shits drilling MY brain
and nowadays they emphasize not to get high, but hey…
we gonna die someday,
and it doesn’t necessarily kill,
well, eventually...
so does cigarettes,
or sex with ya ex that cheated on you and now ya'll got S-T-D’s
that transferred rapidly,
but these funds are insufficient
itching to save
bitching everyday
listening to the switching ways
of how bitches say
money doesn’t make people hap-pay
but not having money does?!
Get the fuck outta here…
for these bitches with riches,
the higher class
sitting and sipping wine
in a fancy and finer glass
can start switching to sitting up
and kissing my higher ass
cause the economy will rise
like prices of gas
but the rates are half ass,
so let me tell you…
it’s useless…
how we do this
thing called living and abuse this
life we breathe and complain
about life’s a bitch,
work sucks,
you not treated right but shit…
I guess that’s life…
You lose sleep,
work nine to five,
get paid every other week and for why?
To pay bills,
pay for ya living,
Doesn’t it feel like you never receiving but just giving…
Somebody MUST be happy,
but for me, it’s useless…
Just like this poem,
this life we live,
cause honestly,
who would really give a fuck bout this used kid?
It's useless...