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Did you seriously think, sonofabitch,
that if you dressed in a luxurious enough suit,
the blood on your hands would fade?,
the fear you once awoke go pale?
Do you seriously think that silk
makes children come back to life?
Brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers.
All dead.
By your own hands.
And once again, I found you in the goverment,
because when you put enough silk
(enough money)
around your shady words,
people can suddenly turn a blind eye
on the bombs you once made explode.

She went shopping one day
to never come back.
They couldn’t even have her body at her funeral—
Oops! All we found was a tiny ****** arm.
Sorry about your mom, about your newborn.
You’ll never see either again.


Do you seriously think
that money will make them come back to life?
Not even as zombies they could rise,
because to do so their bodies would need to be more
than tiny little ******* scraps.
uh. i was mad about politics. oops.
Metal against metal.
Food is no longer warm against the tongue.
The clink of glasses breaks the white,
still emptiness surrounding the family.
Apprehensive glances are exchanged
when politics are discussed
as the future looms over them like a prophecy
that makes it all feel doomed.
I wrote this thinking of Spain's politics, which are tense- we have literal murderers (people who used to be part of a terrorist group who placed bombs on supermarkets, killed children, assassinated a mayor, and exploded cars on random streets) and delinquents on the presidency, our president is a power-starved hypocrite that excuses his corruption with the fact that his party is the left, and the far-right are homophobic, transphobic, racist and misogynistic jerks. They don't allow us to get over Franquism (A fascist dictatorship that took place decades ago), and they constantly bend the past to their liking in order to manipulate us into voting for them. The people at power act as if, if the right gets to the government, our country will suddenly become fascist again. What’s worse? That I say all of this being a proud leftist, queer person. Our left party no longer defends what it was made to, but only seeks the best ways to get money in their pockets. We can no longer vote without forgiving corruption.

The funny part of this is that it could have been written about any country, specially the US, which is basically the new ******* ******. It is scary to think that right now, I am like a jew that lives outside Germany and sees his siblings get harassed. It makes me sick.

When we talk about politics, I get this hopeless feeling that I will never be able to medically transition and that the only thing stopping a war from taking place in my country is this universal fear of confrontation every hispanian has. Even though I know that that second thought comes from panic rather than objective data. We are so good at ignoring our political situation, that we think we’re doing great most of the time— until it gets brought up.

So yeah, you’ll hear me listening to punk music like it’s the **** national hymn (I’m tired and sick and that is all I can do to rebel)
How dare you? How dare you take away your future including ours for a temporary satisfaction? How dare you let us ruin ourselves without taking action against it? How dare you ruin only thing we have left?
 
How dare you?
 
Technology
The mass extinction of life.
 
Technology is not an advancement to humanity, it is the death of us. Most people don’t even realize they’re in a trap because the trap is comfortable.
 
Now as the technology advanced we became more overstimulated because of overconsumption which made our dopamine levels fall. I believe technology should be restricted and controlled. We as humans want to achieve so much like traveling to mars, explore the space and get AI to work instead of us. The mass downfall of human race and extreme laziness is becoming a concerning thing that we won’t acknowledge or do anything about it since technology is the "future" but is it? It will only ruin our capability and planet. As technology advances our bodies become weaker. Which ruins our future. We could survive the ice age because our bodies could adapt, we weren't lazy. Now as technology ruins our planet we will ruin our ecosystem and everything including ourselves. If technology continues to advance without restrictions rapidly, it will be the end of us. Planet as usually won’t find a way to protect us like it could in the past because the technological advances are rapid and extreme.
Technology is not evolution, its self-destruction disguised as progress.
Tech has made us overstimulated and dopamine deprived. Our bodies are collapsing and we act like its progress.
·      Decline in physical resilience
·      Collapse of mental strength
·      Skyrocketing dopamine crashes
·      Global distraction while the Earth burns
 
Technology is the downfall of humanity and the whole ecosystem including the extreme fall and rapid death of humans and other animals. If a WW3 breaks out, our extreme advanced technology will wipe out the whole Earth. Government is not calculated and strategic as we think. We will die. They rely on emotions more than they do on logic. Because if they didn't rely on emotions but relied on logic they would drill oils for money a.k.a. temporary pleasure. They would chose a stable future for them and future generations. Instead they exchange the whole future for a temporary satisfaction. But at what cost?
Tech isn’t just evolving, it’s accelerating beyond human control.
 
People won’t take action since we want instant changes and such damage to us and Earth is impossible to achieve until decades of action to save the humanity. We need to rewire the human brain, restrict so much, and do so much work and it will take extremely long time to reverse such damage. OR either they will think "nah it'll take too long what’s the point?"
 
Mars, AI, space travel, great dreams. But at what cost?
We dream big, yet can’t handle small things like:
 
·      saving the oceans,
·      dealing with plastic,
·      preserving natural species,
·      making people mentally healthy.
 
It's ironic: we want to build a future while burning the foundation we’re standing on.
 
In the past, Earth had time to recover. Ice ages were slow. Natural changes were gradual. But tech is fast. We’re accelerating the destruction, and Earth doesn’t have the time to counterbalance this anymore.
 
Climate change, mass extinction, pollution; the speed of tech outpaces nature’s healing.
 
So What Can Be Done?
Restrict overuse of AI and tech that steals attention and labour. Rebuild strong local communities rooted in purpose and discipline. Educate people early about dopamine, mental health, and overconsumption. Promote physical and mental resilience over comfort. Reclaim sovereignty from algorithms and automation.
 
We have built weapons and AI systems so powerful that war no longer means battlefield strategy, it means global extinction in minutes.
Governments are stockpiling nuclear, biological, cyber, and AI-driven weapons… And yet, they act emotionally, impulsively, and politically, not strategically.
 
Nature is screaming, but no one is listening.
 
Even though this chapter criticizes Technology and AI that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t use it. It indeed has a lot of benefits to humanity, but only if it’s used wisely and rightfully. The danger lies not in the tool itself, but in how we choose to wield it.
Technology is like a blade. It can be used to cut down disease, ignorance, and distance, or to cut down forests, truth, and human connection.
Artificial Intelligence can help us detect cancer early, but it can also write fake news and manipulate elections.
It can translate languages yet erase cultures.
It can help someone learn, or make someone stop thinking altogether.
What was supposed to help us evolve now keeps us weak.
What was designed to give us time now steals it.
People scroll instead of speak. They stare at blue light instead of sunlight.
Technology didn’t just change our behaviour, it rewired our brains.
We were promised freedom, but got dependency.
AI is developing faster than laws.
Children are exposed to things their brains can’t understand.
Deep fakes destroy trust in reality.
It’s all up to us now.
No one is coming to save us, we need to save ourselves. Stop with the false hope. Take the action now and watch the world change. One spark and it can start a fire.
 
Remove a person’s phone and they panic.
Remove electricity and society collapses.
Remove the internet and the world falls into silence.
This isn’t advancement; this is vulnerability.
 
Humans were never supposed to live like this.
 
We don’t need to stop using AI, we need to start using our brains again.
We don’t need to destroy technology, but we need to stop letting it destroy us.
If we don’t build discipline, laws, and moral awareness now,
Will there even be a future left to save?
Izan Almira Jun 21
When the water comes
and the waves reach the shore
of the brink you’re sitting on,
don’t run,
don’t slip away;
look down instead.
If feeling the water sink in
will make every breath you do take in
more precious than a seapearl,
then jump.
Jump and drown in the sea.
Then live when you leave.
I love how this translation turned out, though it is quite different than the original Spanish poem:
cuando el agua llegue
y se asomen las olas en la orilla
del lecho donde te sientas,
no huyas.
mira abajo;
undete en la corriente;
deja que te ahogue
si sentir el agua llenar tus pulmones
va a hacer que cada bocanada de aire valga
más que una perla preciosa.
Izan Almira Jun 21
i heard my mom laugh
and it sounded like a cry
a lonely, desperate, desolate cry
and maybe it is because it was.
because we all laugh so as not to cry.
Izan Almira Jun 21
He was ten.
“What is suicide?” he would have said.
But when anger rose he hit himself,
knowing that it should be taken out—
weeded out—
but fearing to slash out.
He was a calm kid because he feared rage.
When he stopped hurting his body,
his words became unkept,
his tears hot with red,
his fists clenched.
He got into fights.
Then he stopped anger all over again,
yet his arms became marked with bites once again.
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  May 31 Izan Almira
Maryann I
She bites the pomegranate—
not with hunger,
but with a soft kind of ache,
like remembering a song too late at night.

Juice ribbons down her wrist
in rivulets of rubies,
sanguine silk,

each seed a small beating heart
she swore she’d never swallow.

The orchard hums—
a low, bone-deep thrum of honey-thick dusk,
where shadows sleep in the eyes of foxes,
and the air tastes like cinnamon secrets.

There is gravity in sweetness,
a tug between teeth and truth.
She thinks: love is a fruit with a rind too thin to protect it
and eats anyway.

Inside her chest:
a garden blooming in reverse—
petals folding,
color bleeding into absence,

the sound of something unripening.

She is full now—
of myth, of molten memory,
of something holy and ruinous.
She smiles,
and the world forgets
what season it is.
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