The warfare between different sex is never end. Male is good in strength and that is why female were the weaker sex. However these day, the status between male and female is rather equal.
war. fare. go to war. fare well. everyone dies in war. almost. what even classifies as a war nowadays? it used to be a bunch of people running at each other in a big plain. but now we have no more plains.. so i guess its just reduced to guerilla warfare in urban environments. war on terrorism? psssht
violent and useless. war is all about power and money, and less about what people want and do on a daily basis. people to people, face to face. all anybody wants to do in life is love and be loved. warfare means hurtfulness and people only want to be saved.
Elena
it’s war. it’s not really a good thing… i think about guerilla warfare. anyways. i don’t actually know what it means.. maybe strategies? i’ll check some other time. as far as i know, it has somehting to do with war.
Ximena
Warfare. That seems to be the answer to everything lately. Create a war to mask whatever cannot be corrected, or whatever our politicians do not want to work on to correct. Create a war, and redirect (or more appropriately, misdirect) people’s attention.
i dont know anything about warfare. all i can imagine is what i watch on tv. i see things exploding and fire everywhere, and i just imagine people screaming and ladies in the middle east crying. and then i remember the books i always read in school about the world wars and i imagine everything in black and white where people suffered and died of hunger and of diseases that were spread because of contamination after wars/chemicals released. i feel so bad for them.
brenda
Drums beat. Like blood, like mortars raining down from above the trenches. And this is morale? Dirt drops in clods around your head and you flinch, expecting every touch to be the last. Shells shriek in the air.
pecatrix
Warfare. A word the passionate squint to. A word the brave smile through. A word that the children run from. A word that the soldiers trudge towards. It is a word that does not guarantee welfare.
Tamador
There was a man, who was addicted to warfare. He dreamt it, he loved it, he fucked it. All day everyday, this man wanted to pillage people in his town, taking their belongings, just for the soul satisfaction, that this man loved warfare.
Shaun
And if you could see the warfare that raged inside me, would you look at me the same? Or would your eyes change into something piteous, your lips sneering with sadness? If you knew the thoughts I think, what would you do? Would you come to battle with weapons or attempt to disarm me? Would you even bother? Why bother, anyway? The second it’s thought, the battle’s been lost.
the problem with warfare is that its so confusing. i’m not really sure which side to chose. i mean sure there are certain wars in which the evil ones are obvious such as World War II but what about the war going on right now what are we really fighting about?
Morgan
you have the control, so any weapon i may have is useless. you have the shot-calling, the heart-breaking, and the memory-invading. i have nothing that can compare to those. since when did i become the victim? you win.
again? um.. guns, fighting? camo? muscles? shitty hair cuts? killing shit…? i really dont know much about this… i like to think i’m a bit too peaceful ahahaha.
Ali
warfare
andreas
Warfare breaks my heart. Why are we doing this, killing the people of our planet? It’s the saddest thing we could ever do, dropping bombs. Really. Massacre of our brothers and sisters… I can’t even comprehend the severity of the situation. And although I am supportive of the soldiers themselves, I couldn’t be more against their task. Killing is wrong.
Warfare, waged between two or more. Vikings, traveling deep into conquests of foreign lands and one another. or closer to home, always causing chaos in one own’s heart. Sometimes, weak and wary, the warriors return to only find their own world destroyed
Video game played by boys on xbox’s that poison their brains.
Wars and fighting and violence and pain. Anger. Revenge and bull.
Death. Guns. Dirt. Fighting and knives. Blood. Battles. Confusion. Betrayal.
Our country. Life.
Cynthia
Conflict of interest. Misunderstanding. Lack of proper communication. Different perspectives, goals, and morals.
Warfare,
don’t care.
Leave mercy at the door-fare.
Load the gun,
gotta run
the gauntlet like a thoroughfare.
Through the air
flies a shell
heralding a living hell.
Ambush;
hold your ground,
take a hit-make no sound.
Head low,
grenade throw,
run before the charge blows.
Flash of light,
mass pyre –
momentary cease-fire.
Leave the bodies
to decay.
Need to find another way
to get to where
not long before
the crew requested air support.
One lone man
on the dunes.
The bird leaves – no more room.
Dry mouth
teary eyes
underneath a blood red sky
Left to die,
he waits for death
to come and steal his final breath.
what is a warfare? Not truly understand them makes it harder to write. In a warfare, people are torn with their emotion. Depression is a common thing and to manage emotion among soldiers are crucial to keep a high spirit.
prudy
Warfare is a battle you choose to be involved in or not. It has rules that you have to follow and risks that you have to take. Warfare is where courage is vital and cowardice is a curse.
Ivy
It was outside my window. The banging, the crashes. Booms, clangs, and more death than I was able to handle.
I couldn’t understand it. I couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone want to declare something like this? How could someone support something like this? It was madness, and my country was hungry for it.
I can’t stand to hear the sounds. It’s not the images or my actions that haunt me most. It’s the sounds. They are harrowing. The sounds of warfare fill my ears whenever any silence falls upon them. It’s incessant.
It was a simple kind of warfare, the kind waged in subtle looks and glances across a large room or little innocuous touches in the midst of a social crowd, a warfare to try and get the best of the other. The winner of the war was always the one with the ability to frustrate the other to the point of complete submission, a furlough of furious, desperate kisses, the kind which were unable to be rationalized, denied, or hidden any longer.
Warfare is always happening, it seems. Whether it’s over religion or politics or your sister-in-law or all three, it’s a nasty business. Human life isn’t worth our miserable problems. Ever.
Liz
it’s you and me and a chessboard stretching oceans. it used to be different, this. we used to tear into each other wildly on open fields, trampled grass and your sweat and my sweat and our blood mixing in the footprints. We used to meet in the middle and I used to say to you “I’ll kill you today.” and you’d not even blink and you’d grin and swing an axe at my head. No one ever won anything. No one ever missed a shot. We used to lose, both, always, standing bleeding and alone in the wreckage of our own choosing. We’d destroy each other’s armies and then we’d go rebuild from scratch until next time. this is not what it is like anymore. I press buttons to the ticking of a clock while i sweat into starched cotton. there’s a rule book now and old eyes watching us adhere. i haven’t seen you since this started and, the rules say, i never will again because today, on this day, i’m about to win. I have three more buttons to press as I whisper “I’ll kill you today”.
war. war is not good. war is very bad. warfare is tactics used during the war. warfare can also be money used for things for war.
pArMiDa EnKeShAfI
the emotional warfare I fight in my soul is like a rose without thorns fighting to be strong. I am lost in this mess of destruction like a tsunami of chaos floating over my subconscious. It ensures that I’m pressured and under attack. It makes sure I can’t breathe and that my mind is foggy with confusion. It depletes my confidence and my ability to live. This emotional warfare is attacking me violently…and I want to sleep until I can stop throwing out punches like they are breaths from my lungs.
erin
horrible. don’t do that, it’s bad for everyone. war does not discriminate. small, innocent children and the elderly die for the sake of…what? what does this do to benefit anything? so unnecessary. it’s called an ego. please stop for the sake of all others– iraq is ruining peoples’ lives. not saving anyone’s. stop.
jackie
warfare is irrelevant, unnecessary, a fool’s game. why do we waste our time with arguments? the important things don’t involve whining or getting what you want. everyone should be able to go home for the holidays. no one should be stuck in a foreign country playing someone else’s game. stop.
Warfare is everywhere. It’s silent but deadly, it’s loud and obnoxious, it overcomes and overtakes and heads us into an oblivion of which we are unaware. We don’t know why we’re here, we don’t know what we’re doing here…but the reason is warfare. The reason is that something happened to us somewhere along the line, and we broke down. We’re broken.
Beatrice
Warfare in my mind. Why can I not get past these things?
Why can I not battle through my conscious and do something spontaneous or fun, without getting attached?
Why does talking to you feel like warfare, when all you want to do is be friends?
warfare reminds me of andrew.then again, everything reminds me of andrew. but warfare does most of all…because warfare might equal death for him..and that would mean death for me. it’s not something that i want to happen, obviously, but it’s something that might have to happen. because warfare equals peace…or something like that. warfare equals peace.
Beatrice
Heartbreak warfare as John Mayer would say it. He actually has a point though and I am not usually a fan of much of his music. Heartbreak is a type of warfare there is the enemy and there is the “good guys” but when it comes down to the end, the enemy usually prevails and the good guy is taken advantage of.
Teeps
The intense immanence of the world; its multiplicity that we will never comprehend. The reason for stories, and the reason for pretending that our stories are something more than what they are. Still, we soldier on — what else might we do?
I don’t really know what to say about warfare.
Is it wanting me to write about war? The acts of war?
Is all fair in love and war? I’m not too sure.
I haven’t had relatives necesarily die IN war, but I’ve had them die while in duty.
I have had several relatives and friends go to foreign countries because of warfare.
I think it’s kind of selfish really.
I can understand the fact that you want to protect and serve your country, but must we act like selfish children constantly?
Of course the USA acts this way. We think we run the entire fucking world.
I love America, don’t get me wrong, but I say we stop “entering”, and creating, so many wars.
Alexandra
warfare. there is warfare going on inside my body right now. Its my heart vs my head and i have no fucking clue who’s winning. They fight dirty. bare hands and all. Strangling.
The warfare between different sex is never end. Male is good in strength and that is why female were the weaker sex. However these day, the status between male and female is rather equal.
war. fare. go to war. fare well. everyone dies in war. almost. what even classifies as a war nowadays? it used to be a bunch of people running at each other in a big plain. but now we have no more plains.. so i guess its just reduced to guerilla warfare in urban environments. war on terrorism? psssht
violent and useless. war is all about power and money, and less about what people want and do on a daily basis. people to people, face to face. all anybody wants to do in life is love and be loved. warfare means hurtfulness and people only want to be saved.
it’s war. it’s not really a good thing… i think about guerilla warfare. anyways. i don’t actually know what it means.. maybe strategies? i’ll check some other time. as far as i know, it has somehting to do with war.
Warfare. That seems to be the answer to everything lately. Create a war to mask whatever cannot be corrected, or whatever our politicians do not want to work on to correct. Create a war, and redirect (or more appropriately, misdirect) people’s attention.
i dont know anything about warfare. all i can imagine is what i watch on tv. i see things exploding and fire everywhere, and i just imagine people screaming and ladies in the middle east crying. and then i remember the books i always read in school about the world wars and i imagine everything in black and white where people suffered and died of hunger and of diseases that were spread because of contamination after wars/chemicals released. i feel so bad for them.
Drums beat. Like blood, like mortars raining down from above the trenches. And this is morale? Dirt drops in clods around your head and you flinch, expecting every touch to be the last. Shells shriek in the air.
Warfare. A word the passionate squint to. A word the brave smile through. A word that the children run from. A word that the soldiers trudge towards. It is a word that does not guarantee welfare.
There was a man, who was addicted to warfare. He dreamt it, he loved it, he fucked it. All day everyday, this man wanted to pillage people in his town, taking their belongings, just for the soul satisfaction, that this man loved warfare.
And if you could see the warfare that raged inside me, would you look at me the same? Or would your eyes change into something piteous, your lips sneering with sadness? If you knew the thoughts I think, what would you do? Would you come to battle with weapons or attempt to disarm me? Would you even bother? Why bother, anyway? The second it’s thought, the battle’s been lost.
the problem with warfare is that its so confusing. i’m not really sure which side to chose. i mean sure there are certain wars in which the evil ones are obvious such as World War II but what about the war going on right now what are we really fighting about?
you have the control, so any weapon i may have is useless. you have the shot-calling, the heart-breaking, and the memory-invading. i have nothing that can compare to those. since when did i become the victim? you win.
again? um.. guns, fighting? camo? muscles? shitty hair cuts? killing shit…? i really dont know much about this… i like to think i’m a bit too peaceful ahahaha.
warfare
Warfare breaks my heart. Why are we doing this, killing the people of our planet? It’s the saddest thing we could ever do, dropping bombs. Really. Massacre of our brothers and sisters… I can’t even comprehend the severity of the situation. And although I am supportive of the soldiers themselves, I couldn’t be more against their task. Killing is wrong.
Warfare, waged between two or more. Vikings, traveling deep into conquests of foreign lands and one another. or closer to home, always causing chaos in one own’s heart. Sometimes, weak and wary, the warriors return to only find their own world destroyed
Innocent lives lost to the roar of of the military industrial complex. Let rain the tears the bomb that tear craters in the hearts of men.
Video game played by boys on xbox’s that poison their brains.
Wars and fighting and violence and pain. Anger. Revenge and bull.
Death. Guns. Dirt. Fighting and knives. Blood. Battles. Confusion. Betrayal.
Our country. Life.
Conflict of interest. Misunderstanding. Lack of proper communication. Different perspectives, goals, and morals.
Warfare,
don’t care.
Leave mercy at the door-fare.
Load the gun,
gotta run
the gauntlet like a thoroughfare.
Through the air
flies a shell
heralding a living hell.
Ambush;
hold your ground,
take a hit-make no sound.
Head low,
grenade throw,
run before the charge blows.
Flash of light,
mass pyre –
momentary cease-fire.
Leave the bodies
to decay.
Need to find another way
to get to where
not long before
the crew requested air support.
One lone man
on the dunes.
The bird leaves – no more room.
Dry mouth
teary eyes
underneath a blood red sky
Left to die,
he waits for death
to come and steal his final breath.
what is a warfare? Not truly understand them makes it harder to write. In a warfare, people are torn with their emotion. Depression is a common thing and to manage emotion among soldiers are crucial to keep a high spirit.
Warfare is a battle you choose to be involved in or not. It has rules that you have to follow and risks that you have to take. Warfare is where courage is vital and cowardice is a curse.
It was outside my window. The banging, the crashes. Booms, clangs, and more death than I was able to handle.
I couldn’t understand it. I couldn’t comprehend it. How could someone want to declare something like this? How could someone support something like this? It was madness, and my country was hungry for it.
I can’t stand to hear the sounds. It’s not the images or my actions that haunt me most. It’s the sounds. They are harrowing. The sounds of warfare fill my ears whenever any silence falls upon them. It’s incessant.
It was a simple kind of warfare, the kind waged in subtle looks and glances across a large room or little innocuous touches in the midst of a social crowd, a warfare to try and get the best of the other. The winner of the war was always the one with the ability to frustrate the other to the point of complete submission, a furlough of furious, desperate kisses, the kind which were unable to be rationalized, denied, or hidden any longer.
Warfare is always happening, it seems. Whether it’s over religion or politics or your sister-in-law or all three, it’s a nasty business. Human life isn’t worth our miserable problems. Ever.
it’s you and me and a chessboard stretching oceans. it used to be different, this. we used to tear into each other wildly on open fields, trampled grass and your sweat and my sweat and our blood mixing in the footprints. We used to meet in the middle and I used to say to you “I’ll kill you today.” and you’d not even blink and you’d grin and swing an axe at my head. No one ever won anything. No one ever missed a shot. We used to lose, both, always, standing bleeding and alone in the wreckage of our own choosing. We’d destroy each other’s armies and then we’d go rebuild from scratch until next time. this is not what it is like anymore. I press buttons to the ticking of a clock while i sweat into starched cotton. there’s a rule book now and old eyes watching us adhere. i haven’t seen you since this started and, the rules say, i never will again because today, on this day, i’m about to win. I have three more buttons to press as I whisper “I’ll kill you today”.
war. i would like to not have warfare. its the amount of money in damages that the wars costs one nation. warfare is not good at all.
war. war is not good. war is very bad. warfare is tactics used during the war. warfare can also be money used for things for war.
the emotional warfare I fight in my soul is like a rose without thorns fighting to be strong. I am lost in this mess of destruction like a tsunami of chaos floating over my subconscious. It ensures that I’m pressured and under attack. It makes sure I can’t breathe and that my mind is foggy with confusion. It depletes my confidence and my ability to live. This emotional warfare is attacking me violently…and I want to sleep until I can stop throwing out punches like they are breaths from my lungs.
horrible. don’t do that, it’s bad for everyone. war does not discriminate. small, innocent children and the elderly die for the sake of…what? what does this do to benefit anything? so unnecessary. it’s called an ego. please stop for the sake of all others– iraq is ruining peoples’ lives. not saving anyone’s. stop.
warfare is irrelevant, unnecessary, a fool’s game. why do we waste our time with arguments? the important things don’t involve whining or getting what you want. everyone should be able to go home for the holidays. no one should be stuck in a foreign country playing someone else’s game. stop.
social hate more live have been lost to ideas than anything
Warfare is everywhere. It’s silent but deadly, it’s loud and obnoxious, it overcomes and overtakes and heads us into an oblivion of which we are unaware. We don’t know why we’re here, we don’t know what we’re doing here…but the reason is warfare. The reason is that something happened to us somewhere along the line, and we broke down. We’re broken.
Warfare in my mind. Why can I not get past these things?
Why can I not battle through my conscious and do something spontaneous or fun, without getting attached?
Why does talking to you feel like warfare, when all you want to do is be friends?
ugh… time to end this battle, I have to go draw.
warfare reminds me of andrew.then again, everything reminds me of andrew. but warfare does most of all…because warfare might equal death for him..and that would mean death for me. it’s not something that i want to happen, obviously, but it’s something that might have to happen. because warfare equals peace…or something like that. warfare equals peace.
Heartbreak warfare as John Mayer would say it. He actually has a point though and I am not usually a fan of much of his music. Heartbreak is a type of warfare there is the enemy and there is the “good guys” but when it comes down to the end, the enemy usually prevails and the good guy is taken advantage of.
The intense immanence of the world; its multiplicity that we will never comprehend. The reason for stories, and the reason for pretending that our stories are something more than what they are. Still, we soldier on — what else might we do?
I don’t really know what to say about warfare.
Is it wanting me to write about war? The acts of war?
Is all fair in love and war? I’m not too sure.
I haven’t had relatives necesarily die IN war, but I’ve had them die while in duty.
I have had several relatives and friends go to foreign countries because of warfare.
I think it’s kind of selfish really.
I can understand the fact that you want to protect and serve your country, but must we act like selfish children constantly?
Of course the USA acts this way. We think we run the entire fucking world.
I love America, don’t get me wrong, but I say we stop “entering”, and creating, so many wars.
warfare. there is warfare going on inside my body right now. Its my heart vs my head and i have no fucking clue who’s winning. They fight dirty. bare hands and all. Strangling.