In society we consume approximately
28,980,000 tons of food a year. Yet we waste 9,920,801,798 tons of food a year. We complain on how other children in other countries can't get enough food, yet we can barely afford to feed our own. In a an average sized household in the U.S. Approximately only 80% of the food purchased is actually consumed. We complain about rising food prices, what if we stopped throwing so much food away, or at least lower the production of food we make. Still why do we throw away so much food?
Have you ever noticed when you go downtown the amount of fast food restaurants, bars, pubs, restaurants in general, diners, food trucks, they all have a commercial kitchen that carry food. In each building are approximately 3-7 commercial kitchens  in every building. Then multiply that by the number of buildings...

That is a lot of food consumed, and only a third of the food in a commercial kitchen is actually consumed and not thrown away.  

Yet we go on with our daily lives unconscious, uncaring, with our busy lives to notice the outside world and its problems, but we are still unconscious, uncaring and to busy with our daily lives to even pay attention to what happened in our own neighbourhood. So next time you go out to eat pay attention to the amount of food you leave on your plate.

Don't go out,
Don't look at him,
They'll judge you,
Why do they look funny,
I think I should run,
Did I leave my car running,
I see tons of colours,
I feel like I could fly off this bridge,
I hope I do't die,
O well,
Flapping my pretty wings,
I can see the blurry ground,
Why is the ground speeding,
I should call the cops on it,

We as humans are terrified of dying,
We create an imaginary world where we defy death, where we don't die,
Yes our bodies may not exist anymore but we still live, because we as humans will never believe that we can die. We create "religions" we have a "hope" that we can live forever. But why? Why can't we just accept that we will be buried in a 6ft hole in the ground and nothing else will happen? Because it's a human survival instinct, our brains tell us "what ever the cost you must not die" so when we do really die we believe that we are still alive. Other people also  think that we are in "heaven". This I find fascinating in a phycological and theological aspect due to the fact that not only are you able to perceive the religious aspects behind death, but the phycological toll that a person grieving experiences.
When you ask a person of a religious belief what death is to them, 9/10 of the people asked, responded with words very similar to each other. These descriptions describe a sort of afterlife "the denial of death" these questions were asked to many people with different cultural and religious beliefs. But to define death is like defining religion itself.

The way we do things religiously, the way we talk, the way we run our country's, and how we convict a person. May be all based on this thing called "religion" yet when asked what religion is there is no possible way to explain it easily. So why do we have religion? I think that religion is a need for human diplomacy, to see someone/something who is higher in all aspects to our leaders of whom we can not ask to help us. In this aspect is religion a way of making it is that we have a leader of a country who doesn't listen to his people, and as a denial to that power we create a thing that is greater than this leader? But what about the aspect of asking for assistance in something that doesn't at all relate political issues then is that a different form of religion?
Many religions create a being who is capable of anything. If not one being then there are multiple beings with individual "special abilities". Such as a Sun God. They thus pray to these beings in a plea to assist them in their plait, in some religions prayers are accompanied with a sacrifice of some sort, i.e. Goats, sheep, cattle and in history so were humans.
But why? What is the whole purpose of this "religion"?
Religion is a basis of human emotion, if we were not emotional we would not need religion, there are few people who are emotionally obsolete, they have no capable emotions. When asked what religion was they still were incapable of explaining due to the fact that every decision we make is all emotionally connected. When you have an emotionally inclined question asked to an emotionless person it is still an unviable solution to define it.

Society is funny,
Really truly funny,
We have one society (the world)
Then you have smaller societies such as continents, countries, cities, cultural groups within the city, etc...
But the smallest of societies we create are small groups of people that you meet everyday i.e. Work, the bus stop, coffee shop. But how is a society created in such a small group of people?
Society is a word used to describe how people around other people are supposed to act around a group. So when you have a coffee shop and the same people go there everyday and sit in the same spot, then it is expected by other people to know that you can't sit there because everyone else has there own spot. Thus if someone not part of this society comes into the cafe and sits in another persons spot then the conformity of this society is broken.

I am an infidel,
I follow to no one unless if it suits me,
I listen to no one unless if it suits me,
I  talk to no one unless if it suits me,
I see no one unless if it suits me,
I am an infidel who is independent,
I lie a lot of the time,
Especially now,

I stand here an imperfect plate,
Unlike everyone else I have a chip,
It's permanent and it won't go away,
The other plates don't include me from activities like running over the moon,
When someone else has a chip it's no big deal,
But when they see me they run in terror.

To the United Nations,

With your endless proclamations,

You leave endless wrecks,

And endless paycheques,

You with your fixations of peace.

Just leave me alone,
Let my immature spending go on,
Just ***** off,
I can handle my own immaturity,
You try to help me,
But I just want to left alone,
In my little dark corner of the world,

Flowers are pretty when they bloom,
When they incubate their petals they look like blunt spears,
They fear losing their dear children,
When they die so does the plant,
Leaving a plot of where life used to exist,
Their unborn children sprout and float through the air,
Until they find a friend to attach to,
They hold on and grow with their new found friend,
As they grow their flower suffocates its friend,
Until only the flower is left.

Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Trust is a must,
Lust follows trust,
Cuss and fuss is all we do,
Cry and die for you,
Try not to lie to me,
Bye as you buy for yourself,
The end is here,
Cliffs soon kills me as I take my pills,
Drills to fills,
My empty useless head,
Confusion I think not,
Depression is unseeingly cold.

I am done,
I give up,
I hate your words,
I hate your looks,
Mocking me every time you smile,
I hate when you talk to me,
I'd rather hear nothing than yours,
I'll probably regret saying that soon enough,
But not now.

I want to be anywhere but here,
I have accumulated a lot of fear,
Here in this unforgiving world,
You won't ever see me shed a tear when I leave,

You'll hear a giant sigh of relief,
I'll watch you from above,
Rambling about how you regret what you've done,

O dear! You'll say in fear of me coming back,
Don't worry I won't come back to sneer at you,

People who called me a quire will forget,
But I'll steer them to remember me,
So in my final words I'll say,

"All who fear,
All who shed a tear,
All who would love to be freer,
All who don't sneer,
All who seek sheer power,
You will be remembered by me."

Here my shout,
In my mind,
Hear me scream at you,
But you'll never hear,
Advocate my opinion,
But really you control it,
Hear my pleas,
You hear go on,
Hear me speak with pride,
When your not around,

***** life and all its pain,
I try to grasp life by its mane,
I want to be lane on a slab,
Just don't tell my mother Jane,

I look in the mirror and see happiness drain,
As if all the effort I put into it is was vain,

I cry as I remember why I crane my neck,
I look at the train as it is in front of me.

Solum faces,
Sold out concerts,
A pack of 6 cases,
I look at her and she flirts,
I tie up my laces,
He looks around and picks up the dirts,
I try to look for traces,
I put on some shirts,
I think of all the places,
That they could be

There was a man,
No one payed heed too,
They would walk by unknowing, uncaring,
They walked by him everyday,
Until they saw him stand on a stage,
They heard him talk,
They listened to what he said and passed it on,
Soon the man was famous in the world,
Soon the man was voted,
Soon this man would become the president,
Soon the man would change the world.

I may not be fat,
But some days I pity those who are,
Eating habits,
Bad exercise,
I don't judge them for that,
I just wish that they started out better,

First I will say,
To whom have you been beaten by,
To whom have have you seen them lie,
To how much have you seen them buy,
To whom do you see them tie,
To whom do you see them fly,
To whom have you seen high,
To whom have you seen dry,
For if you see them,
Tell them that they are forgiven

I feel like I am falling while I stand,
I feel like water seeping through dirt,
I feel like the ever dry desert,
I feel like a man without a world,
I feel like the dew that gets burnt, and

Why do I talk to you,
Why do I even know you,
I talk to you and you make a personality,
I look at you and you cover your eyes,
I walk with you,
Nothing,
I hate you,
There is no love,
I never did love you,

Leviathan,
Well what is it than,
Shall I call the man,
No,
What shall it be than,
Shall I call the woman,
No,
Then dam to you as I stand here as your slave,
What,
The boy,
Who's boy,
Alright I shall demand that the boy be sent forth at once,
But he's just a boy,
I look at the face of life as I hand off the world

I wear a mask to hide my desperation and insecurity,
I have a mask that shows pride,
I have a mask that shows generosity and kindness,
I have a mask that shows power and leadership,
I have a mask that shows loyalty and respect,
I have a mask that shows never who I really am.
I have many masks,
Most you won't see,
But they are still there.

I walk around aimlessly,
Thinking,
"What have I done"
I wonder about,
"What am I now"
As I button my pants up,
"What will I say"
As I look at her,
"I hope she forgives me"
I try to clean up the blood,
"O dear god "
I'm crying as there's a knock at the door,
"Who is it"
I asked in rapid short breaths,
"It's the police, now open up"
I look around and see my escape,
"If you don't unlock this door we'll come in by force"
I run towards the window at full speed,
"1"
I trip over the body,
"2"
Ugh like this day can't get any worse,
"3"
I get back up and run towards the window,
"4"
Crash,
"5"
I'm floating as the railing spins me tearing off limbs every stairwell I hit,
"I think he's jumped sir"
Splat,
At least I won't have to see  her face again,
She smacks me as she stands across from me,
"You  look pretty dead there old lady"
Damb it I still can't get rid of her.

I'm sitting here taking a ****,
Looky right at a roll of ****,
Well at least that's what it wipes off,
I am bored as a car on Sunday that got hit in slow motion,
By a mo-ped,
Good god I am bored as ****,
THIS ISN'T EVEN A ******* POEM!

I am so cold,
In this never forgiving earth,
Hopelessly grasping at strings that dangle from the cliff of life,
I am cold up here,
The sun beats down on me relentlessly,
But I am still cold,
I am asked to stand up straight and be happy as I dangle,
I am scrutinized,
I slip a little,
My hands start to shake from the chill of on setting depression,
I try to mask it by telling myself happy things,
My hands still slipping faster,
As I reach the end of the strings I lose hope,
I feel like I am floating,
I am so happy,
But I am still so, so, so cold.

When I die I want to have one of those really sad funerals,
I heard and seen many different burials,
I want a casket,
I want people to dress in suits that are black,
Anyone who doesn't have one,
Buy one for them,
I want everyone here for my funeral,
I want the whole city to come and see,
I want the whole country to come and see,
I want the whole world to come and see,
But at my funeral it will be just me,
Dead,
Alone,

Seeing is believing,
Seek and you shall receive,
Be kind to one another,
Don't give up,
Be friendly and you will have friends,
Want and you shall have, is what they tell me,


What about if I don't want to see,
What about if I don't want to seek,
What about if I don't want to be kind,
What about if I want to give up,
What about if I don't want to have friends,
What about if I don't want something,
What about if I just want to be alone.

I don't have a mirror,
I don't look at them,
I don't go out,
I don't look at my reflection in the glass of a shop,
I don't look at my phone when it's off,
I don't take pictures,
I have friends,
I have two friends...
I have one friend,
I have teddy bears,
I have one and he's 16 years old,
I am not alone,
I am not alone if there was someone there,
I don't look into mirrors in fear of looking at me.

I am a liar,
At least that is the truth,
I tire myself with endless fire that burns within me every time I lie,
So I say to you,
You who defend me,
I may be a liar,
But I am not a cryer,
I hope I will retire from this hole,
But it gives me an endless desire,
To continue feasting on the warmth,
I am a liar,
And liars will never get higher then the ground,
Where we feel dryer than being higher,
I am a liar,
I liar to be,
I liar forever,
I will always be the liar.

I am disembarking from here,
I have moored my boat here for too long,
I have made to many friends,
I have made more enemies than not,
I have destroyed the place of where I live,
I have wiped it clean of its tolerance,
I burned it to the ground not by my own cause but by talking to each side.

I wonder some days,
As if my life is in a haze,
My parents just say it's a faze,
I don't think that is how it plays,
All I hear and see around me are nays,
As I struggle to do my pays,
As long as it stays,
It will take many days.

This is a project that I had to do at school, it's not a poem but I just wanted people to read it...


          A wise oak lazily wrestles with the wind disregarding its breathy efforts. The tree sits atop a hill looking over a dark golden field, overhead the oak lay the endless universe, while an aurora borealis streaks the earth with an endless luminescent light. The wise oak shimmers with streaks of purple, green, yellow, and red hues as they dance on its leaves. I walk toward the oak blanketed in darkness except for the colours that flow across me. As I walk through the field slowly awed by the living light that has bathed the dull world, I can’t help but touch the soft ripe wheat as it tickles my palm. When I reach the tree it sways softly in the wind, the leaves rustle trying to softly speak silent words of wisdom. I lie down in the cool soft grass and look up at the sky through the leafless patches of the tree, I can see the stars that paint the blackness of the universe and the aurora borealis as it brings the sky to life. I stare for a while and I feel as if I stay long enough the tree will speak to me with great words of wisdom.

I talk to a girl,
She's beautiful,
We hangout for a while,
I ask if she wants to go out,

She stares at me,
I stare into her dazzling eyes trying to get a message,
She gets up and walks away...

Why do I try

Feelings are nothing then a human trait,
We all have it this is just fate,
But do you know what I truly hate,
Is the way we debate about it,

We are human but we retaliate in the fact that we all relate to one another,

Families deny and disassociate themselves from their society all over human emotions,
So as we debate our fate with "God" we ignore or at least to pretend that human feeling is just a feeling.

The flame flickers,
I think about it harder,
O the ideas,
The flame is so bright,
It is not evil,
I just sparked an idea,
And now you can see the flame in my eyes.

To whom I call my brother,
To whom I call my sister,
To whom I call my mother,
To whom I call my father,

To whom I call my family,
To whom I call myself,
To whom shall I call when there is no one left?

Shall I call the earth and plea for assistance,
Shall I call to the universe when the earth replies no more,
Or shall I call to a god to help me.

There's someone in my bed,
They look familiar,
She's sleeping,
I look at her,
I close the door and walk downstairs,
I sit at the couch,
There are three men sitting around the couch,
I walk to the kitchen and see a woman cooking something,
They are all strangers,
No, wait!
I am the stranger in my home.

I see her,
She's so beautiful,
She looks at me,
I look at her,
She walks on,
I walk on,
Let it go,
I tell myself
She doesn't want you.

****** me,
****** me,
Relive me of my pain,
Strangle me until I go limp,
Stab me until I bleed out,
Burn me and spit upon me as I indulge in the relief of my pain.

I act normal in society,

He's making a fool of himself,

I am mature,

He talks like a 5 year old,

I act like I'm 18,

His phycological status puts him at a functioning age of at the most 12,

To be truthful I am what I am and 18 is what I am not.

Life is a passion,
An expression of what we are,
What we humans are,
We live,
We laugh,
We love,
We cry,
We fly,
We lie,
We hear,
We see,
We drive,
We ride,
We glide,
Etc...
But the final thing we humans are afraid of but are the best at,
We die,
You die,
I die,
The fact is inevitable.

I have a lion tattoo roaring across my back,
You only see it when I take my shirt off,
You only see the leadership,
The bravery,
The courage,
The loyalty,
The wiseness,
The power of this lion when I take off my shirt,
Or when I'm not around anyone who can see my real tattoo imbedded on my forehead.

Why do you title me,
Why do I have to wear a label on my forehead,
Why does it describe my issues,
Why do people always look at it,
I don't have a picture on this website because you would see my label,
They treat me different because they see my label,
I am ashamed for carrying my label,
So I wear a mask so they can't see my label,
So you can't see my title,
My judgment,
My depression,
My pain,
My sorrow,
My self pity,
My death