War is Hell

Alright I don't watch a lot of news so I don't really know what's going on in the world. The reason why is because it's just too damn depressing. Like I don't want to start or end my day watching a true story that happened a week ago of 15 people dying and 4 people with limbs blown off as a result of a strategically placed bomb. Regardless of my lack of knowledge in this field I do know one thing: War is stupid !!

War shouldn't be around anymore, it should be obsolete by now. People are waiting for the future, people making movies about the future -news flash- WE ARE IN THE FUTURE so let's start acting like it. What I don't get about war is that some dude, while looking at a big big map, goes "Hmm I think I'll enjoy spreading my nation unto these lands here. Gentlemen kill the inhabitants of this area so I may own the land they walk on." And he sends like a couple of million of his own military troops to the land to slaughter them. Like alright dude you want that land? Fine no problem but you're gonna have to score it yourself because it's not fair to send the men of your country on this mission while you sit in your comfy chair, in your air conditioned office, sipping on your favorite drink and watching your favorite show. People are being put through hell out there as per your order and you sit there empty of any and all compassion for your fellow man. In the end all you care about is if you win or lose. And if you lose you try again sending more husbands, more friends, more sons, more fathers into Slaughter City.


I understand why we have armies though, armies are good but only to defend ourselves in case of an attack. But war I believe was necessary in the past when people were less civilized. When you couldn't sit down, talk and negotiate. Also back then it was survival of the fittest. Fighting for land to expand the small handful of people living in a small town. Now however, war shouldn't even be in the dictionary. What breaks my heart is when I see men and women in military attire, going down on one knee to kiss their son or daughter goodbye in the airport before getting on the plane. It's not fair for the child or the parent and what if (God forbid) that's the last time this 4 year old child will see their mom or dad? What if Daddy won't be there at their graduation? What if Mommy won't be there to kiss it better when the child falls of their bike? These, I believe, are crucial moments in a child's life because it makes them realize what love is. How to care and love others. I mean they are the future aren't they? What kind of future are we looking at if the children of the present don't know how to care for and love one another?

What I think should happen is if this dude Captain Douchebag wants some piece of land he should play chess with the other leader. It's the war that can be played without any innocents dying. Without any family separations. Even playing Call of Fucking Duty will be better than sending real soldiers into war. Even paintball ! Play paintball and see who wins !! Anything that can save lives !

There are almost 7,000 languages in the world. We have been blessed with the gift of communication. Verbal communication gets the point across so effectively and the modern world provides us with the ability to connect with anyone who speaks one of these 7,000 languages. You can't negotiate with a firearm. Guns. Can't. Talk. It may be true that actions speak louder than words but actions get people killed so the saying is void when it comes to war.
Talk people. Stop the killing. And if wars end who knows? We may not even need armies for protection. We may not have the need for firearms or knives or any form of weapon and if we get rid of them too who knows? Levels of crime may plummet.

A father should die in the presence of his son's love and care. Not by a bullet, not by a car, but by means of a hospital bed.

What's App Rage

I love just simply having a conversation with a friend on What's App and I'm sure all if not most of you do too. Because of how much I enjoy conversations I've developed the skill of carrying a conversation and I call it a "skill" because it's getting harder and harder to find people who can actually fucking talk through texts so it might as well be a skill. I'm sure you know them, they're those people who's favorite things to say are "nm, k, lol and :)". These four message responses are what I call "Conversation Killers" and should not be used unless the person you're talking to is someone you HATE. Like fucking despise. Every time I send a paragraph message or a question that requires a bit of effort in response like "What's your opinion about blah blah blah?", each one word answer I get in response feels like a gap I have to jump like I'm playing Sonic for crying out loud.

It's so aggravating when you're TRYING to have a conversation because it shouldn't be hard unless one of the people is genuinely busy with something. In that case say "brb" and come back later whenever you can. That's another thing that ticks me off, when someone says "brb studying" or whatever the case may be and then just disappear..like ok what am I supposed to do now?? Realistically it's just rude. It makes the other person almost regret starting the conversation in the first place because it's almost like not only did they run face-first into a brick wall but someone painted a huge middle finger on it. Since I don't like when that happens to me I don't do it to others. I say "brb" and when I get the chance to respond I apologize that I couldn't talk. That's it. A simple "Sorry I couldn't talk earlier, did you need anything? You're alright? Good just making sure :)" It's just being polite because think of the person on the other side. He/she came to you looking for a conversation with their FRIEND. A person they consider a loved one. It's a dick move to skip them like that.

Another thing I don't like is when someone who NEVER talks to you on what's app or real life or anything comes to you ONLY when they want something. For example throughout a semester of college they don't even make you feel like their friend. You don't really mind because you have other friends right? So the semester continues and then you finally come to your exam period. That's when you become bestest friends with EVERYONE. Everyone comes to you and asks for cheat sheets or PowerPoints or other study materials. This is one of the few exceptions where the act of making you feel nonexistent until they want something is actually alright. I do it and I don't feel bad when I do because I'm looking to my acquaintances and classmates for classwork. Is there anything wrong with that? Maybe there is something wrong with it but it's not major. But someone who only comes to you when they're sad or angry and want to vent is just irritating because you're just there thinking "Is that all I am to you? A fucking punching bag?". And they don't even return the favor when you're in need of someone to talk to. When you come to them they either give you the "get over it" vibe or they don't even ask if you wanna talk about it. You throw hints like "Sorry I'm not as talkative as I usually am. I'm feeling kinda down". They reply with "Oh it's ok I understand. It happens to everyone". If I'm someone remotely important to you at least make me feel like that and ask if something's wrong so you can help me like how I helped you all those other times.

Visions of Hell

Envision a prison
In which you're damned to listen
To pain in its purest form
Like rain bleeding through a furious storm

You're damned to watch
Helpless on your knees
Eternally caught
Between endless echoing screams

You shut your eyes
To spare one sense
Before you rise
Embrace suspense

You realise
That you've been blessed
The gift residing inside of your chest
You open your door and hear no more cries
Our Visions of Hell have finally died

The Tortoise and the Hare

Personally I'm a smoker. I enjoy smoking and so I keep smoking with no intention of quitting any time soon. It's apparent that smoking is affecting me because I find myself unable to hold my breath for as long as I used to and I get winded after climbing just 3 flights of stairs. Smoking leads to death- This is something all of us know and death is something most of us don't want just yet. However sometimes I wonder what if death is a good thing? What if it's not as bad as we see it in movies and TV? What if it's some kind of escape? I mean without the gift of death, none of us would be granted the path to paradise right?

I look at the work I have to do for college: reports and reports, presentations and final exams. Ugh. I can't be fucked to do any of that shit. I look at the consequences of not doing my best here and now. Which would most likely be a crap job with mediocre pay, therefore a mediocre place to live in and essentially a "Miserably Ever After" because I chose to slack at the wrong time. The thought of that worries me quite a bit but then my mind drifts elsewhere and I think So What? So what if I live my life in a small one room apartment in a rough area of town? So what if I live in a multi-million dollar mansion sitting on acres upon acres of private land? So what if I can buy anything or nothing I want? In the end Death will collect us all right? 

The way I thought of it was like a videogame. When you press start you're born and live your life in this game almost like the Sims. You do as good or as bad as you want in this game and get appropriate rewards. One problem though: this game has no "Save" option. Once you die that's it all your progress is lost. 
So what I think is "What's the point of doing good here when you will be rewarded with paradise after passing away?". Of course that doesn't mean I'm a suicidal wreck, nor does it mean I support suicide, however the thought of suicide does intrigue me. The thought of self termination as a result of a miserable life or a pressure-filled workplace or simply a series of unfortunate events. 

Smoking, I believe, is a very very slow form of suicide because it takes a while to get to you. It's not like hanging yourself or jumping off a roof or pulling a trigger. I won't be surprised if someone out there's reason for smoking is that he/she wants to pass away but they don't want it to be quick. A choice between the Tortoise and the Hare. This person chose the Tortoise as opposed to other people who are just fed up with their lives and so choose the Hare method. Some smokers, regardless of how much you see them smile and laugh, may possibly be begging and longing for Death's touch so they may be shown the gates of the Afterlife. These people, who want death, will not hang or shoot themselves because their lives are not terrible. In fact they have running water, a roof over their heads, a fridge filled will food, money in their wallets and cars in their garages. Most likely they are more than thankful for all they have been blessed with but feel like something is missing. A desire so precious that they are willing to end their lives on this plane just so they may achieve their biggest wish in another plane i.e. paradise. Thus they see smoking as the perfect form of suicide for them because it paces the dying out amongst years they still have to be with their friends and family. When they take their first drag from their first cigarette they know they are going to die sooner and so try with their heart and soul to make the most of their lives on Earth so they may be rewarded for their selflessness later on.

A small piece I wrote about Death inspired me to write this post. This is that original piece:

A Beautiful Death

The Reaper's true intention- Salvation
Cursed with the gift of silence 
Blessed with the curse of guidance
He lightens the Gates of Judgment
We escape the Hate and Torment

NO PLAGIARISM

About the 10 recent posts: they're all MY work. Not taken from friends or other sources, it's all me ;D Tell me what you guys think !! 

Disappearing Ink

Every blink of my eyes inks just another line in my memory journal I’ll write in until the day that I die

The ink from reality

Sinks into the diary

My Quill fills the pages

Turning life into memories

It feels like centuries

Since the book was first inked

I look back through the paragraphs

Remember the laughs and faces I’ve met

So many precious scenes I’ve seen

I never want them to go missing

Re-reading the writing written at the beginning…

Tearing at the sight of my ink disappearing

Memoirs lost, left in noir after the colors turned to dust

I try to will my Quill to fill the gaps

And map my way through livid verses

Nurse the curse of reversing the vivid

Fragments of my remnants, though not permanent, are still clear

I feared losing them before, but now I’m tearing no more

Locked in a state of shock, my fear has overrun

From the beginning until now I’ve been writing Chapter One

Socks

You’re switching sides

You’re snitching. Why?

Caught red handed you insist it was a lie

You failed

Betrayal

And it’s too late to bail

Hammered in the coffin, another rusty nail

You had a choice and chose to cheat

You blocked yourself out, just admit it

You know what? No. Don’t even speak

Sit there, shut up and put a sock up in it

They’re cowards, all of them

Those who befriend Untruth

They have power, it enthralls them

Not noticing they’ve become uncouth

Lie after lie they spread

But once the truth has been heard

They sink into their sea of lies

And, like lead, have nothing but the seabed

You could have made things easy

You just had to go and do it

Don’t come crying to me man

Just take this sock and chew it

Hypocrisy

Don’t talk to me

Everything will go unheard

There’s an idea

Why don’t you show me?

After all, actions speak louder than words

You can’t can you, Hypocrite?

Come on now don’t you bore me

Take this sock from my mouth

Stick it in yours

Maybe then you can do it for me

Some people in this world just need to be muted

Their mere presence enough to leave life polluted

Though look on the bright side

It’s not a total loss

Go do some shopping

Socks are 80% off

Birth

I’ve arrived. I’m alive

Cried before looking up at your smile

Safe in your arms

Kept away from harms way

A new life has been blessed today

My earliest memory

You were right there next to me

Holding my hand as we roamed around Tivoli

It was only us

Then others picked me up

And that’s when I met the rest of my family

I detested school, because I was away from you

I remember kindergarten and recall when we parted

Things were new without you

And so it started

I tearfully watched as from the gates you departed

Whenever I had a terrible day

The voice was always there: “Sweetheart it’s ok”

That comforting face above that loving embrace

Within a heartbeat I’ve found my tears had been erased

As time went by I saw myself change

Regardless, though, you were still the same

The most beautiful person I’ve seen since birth

First thing I see in my life on this Earth

I owe you everything and more

For all that you’ve done for me

You are the reason why my life is everything it’s come to be

Now I wait for my turn to take care of you

And show that my love is genuine and true

The sixteenth of March 1992

Was the day you carried a baby smiling at you

All the while, your smile

Left me nothing but beguiled

No mother alive should outlive her child

“I love you mom. You are and forever will be my hero”