Wednesday, March 3, 2010

story for harley/school

I was on my way home from work (Buszca Funeral Home), I left my phone at home to charge, and wondered if I had gotten any messages while I was gone. When I got home, it said that I had one missed call/voicemail, and this was unlike every other message I have received. It said “I have completed your request, just as you’ve asked Mr. Matt,” the name sounded familiar as it was the same name as the man who tried to kill me before.
It all started about five years ago… was with my fiancĂ©e, Christina, and we were simply walking around good old South Buffalo thinking about the good times that we used to have in this neighborhood. We were thinking how we thought we were grown up and ready for the world, when we really weren’t when I knife flew by my face into a tree on my left side. Looking to my right, I told her to run as swiftly as she can, as I saw a hooded man laughing.”Who are you, and what are you doing here?!” I asked, paying no attention to me he pulled out another knife and dashed at me. I ran the opposite way, following this trail I noticed that he stumbled and fell. Seeing as I had an opportunity I stepped on the knife and proceeded to see who exactly was trying to kill me, and why. Removing the hood I saw his eyes, piercing me like a spear in a wall, I began to wonder and asked “why are you doing this Mr. Matt Why?!” He grinned at me and grabbed my leg, so I got off of him. “I will get you back for this, oh yes I will” he said faintly as he ran away.
It has been on my mind of awhile now, about why exactly he was trying to kill me that night, and now receiving this message, I began to wonder what happened. Deleting the message, I went into the kitchen and grabbed a monster energy drink to cool myself down. I walked in the bathroom to see if anybody was there, and nobody was. I searched the whole house searching every room, and nobody was in sight. I was in the kitchen again by the garage door, when I saw a towel with blood over it, and without hesitation I ran out to the garage. Looking there, I was speechless as I feel to my knees, with tears descending from my eyes, I just starred at it…it was like a puddle of kool-aid on the ground…this was not over.

Monday, October 13, 2008

War...

War is another strange topic, but there are many different kinds of war. We have war with ourselves, war with our friends/random people, and then war with other nations. War is a way of life, no matter what people say or think, it has always been there and people will never get rid of it.
People have war's with themselves. They struggle and try to push harder, they know they aren't the best and yet they are still getting nothing and still fighting them self to do better. Sometimes it gets worse, when people are on the urge to killing themselves, in reality they don't want to do it. People never want to kill themselves, but in the end it is a solution they find to get away from everything, and a way for them to stop fighting. Decisions have to be made, these can be very different, people try to find the best one and yet they can't, it can be a double edged sword, where no matter what he gets hurt, and someone else does, and yet they have to make a decision whether or not to hurt one person or to continue to hurt someone else.
There is no life without fighting with other people, whether it be a debate about something, or an actual fight. People like to go around and make peoples lives hell, they are in a war already, they are like a dictator ruling over people that are too weak to do anything. Then you have the people that put scums like that in their place, they are like an army defending another country, which is needed in these situations. People think they can do anything and they are put in their place, which is good for society. Other times people just try to start trouble, these can be verbal arguments or physical violence, this is still war as it is only between 2 people or a few more, but it will always be there. This is a way of life for some people, and life would be better without it, but i don't think that will ever happen, as you will always have these 2 different types of people and there will always be conflict between them.
War...between nations...countries...fighting, taking lives, and doing so much more. I hate this, but again it has changed society and made it better, it is not needed in life, people can go without this and yet it still happens, why? People are too arrogant again, but this time they have power, and they don't care about others. War is fought for peace, and freedom, but some wars are not, some wars are fought for pride and just because people want more, which is wrong. Taking the lives of thousands just so you can say you are better, this is not humane and this is not right, but again it still happens and will always be there because of the weapons/way people are.
Can there be a life without war? Yes i think that there can be life without war, but i don't think it will ever happen. People just will never realize it, and are blinded, there will always be some sort of war in life, and there will never truly be peace.

life

Life...what is it? Do we change our life, or do others change it? What makes life terrible for some, and amazing for others? Life has so much to it, and it is so complicated. My brother once said, you get what you deserve. I think about what he said now, and i think that is total bull shit. What my dad says makes more sense, he said that "you have people that go to work with a white shirt on and go home with a white shirt on, and they get paid a shit load of money, and you have people that go to work with a white shirt on and come home with a torn up, dirty, sometimes even no shirt on, and they dont get paid much at all." He was true, not only about a job, but about life itself, its one of those things that people get after they think about it, and its not directly said to them. People in life get everything handed to them, and they live a good life, one that is amazing, and on the other side you have people that get nothing at all, even if they try their hardest in life, they try to reach a goal and they get nothing in return. For me i think my life is a little bit of both, i work and sometimes get nothing, but i do get stuff for free and live a good life. I work other times and get what i want. Life is full of suprises and many mysteries, one of these can be, do we change our life? Part of that is true, or most of it is, but sometimes its nothing like that at all. We do make our decisions in life, and we are stuck with them, sometimes the rewards are good, but a lot of the times we start to regret and the price we pay is so much bigger then what we expected. Sometimes we do the right choices, all of the time, and then you lose everything for no reason, life is unfair like that, and for those people who live this unfair life i feel bad for them and i would give them everything i have, i feel as if i get too much sometimes and other times i feel as if i went to far, but in the end its my fault.

Happiness can go a long way, and in life it is true. A lot of people have happiness in their life, but they don't appreciate it, they just ignore it, other people don't have happiness but they don't seek it. If you seek happiness for long enough, you will find it, but then when you do find it you never want to let it go, and sometimes it has to leave, but you just dont realize it.

For the end of this poem i will talk about a strange subject and that is Death. Death comes in many forms and affects everyone in all sorts of different ways. I have dealt with death, sure i have many people in my life that are close and are still with me, but i have also lost a lot of people, those who meant a lot in my life and it changes people. Death is something we all deal with though, some people change in life because of it, they can be the happiest person in the world, then one day death comes in their life, and they are changed, they feel as if they have nothing. I still think about everyone that has died in my life and think sadly, but i also think happily as i know they are still there for me, but sometimes there is a bad side to what i think, i think of people dying i don't want to, i sit there and cry when i think of people dying that i don't want to and i can't get it out of my head, but in the end i am happy they are with me.