Every time my phone chimed
I could swear my heart echoed it
How could emoji’s
Express what mere words wouldn’t
What’s with this four-lettered word
That makes the world go round
People weak in their needs
Bank balances fed to rose leaves
High expectations and low esteem
Happy people and sad hearts
Hearts drawn by pen on paper
Cream on lattes
Fingers on dust-covered glass
What’s ironic is, that isn’t a human heart at all
Is happily ever after measured by Ferraris, song references and PDA
By Facebook status’ and social standards
By what the law states
Or religion preaches
Or By what is the general norm
On Tumblr web pages
Are we romanticizing romance
Screwing everything that’s good.
To make it work?
And as yesterday turned today,
And the clock struck 12
We turned into something else
Lovers maybe, but who could tell?
I have my half yearly examinations in a week. and I’d rather do anything but open my books and study. All I’ve done all my life is study and you’re still telling me I’m not done with it. It’s stupid. Spend the first 20 years of your life learning, then use that learning to work and if that isn’t enough retire and become yesterday’s newspaper.
I really don’t get where this comes from. Why does society demand education as a minimum requirement for being classified as a member. Why do we study, study stuff written by others, rote learn what they think, and erode who we really are. Why do we fall into this rut. This rut of great grades, and college admissions, examinations and practicals. Just trying to show off the fact that yes, I know the highly complicated definition of something that isn’t really going to take me far in life.
I’m not dissing education. For sure I’m not. I’m just dissing what we call education. We learn history that is written by the victors, Politics that the government wants us to believe and preach, English, where interpretations of only the test checker is valid and somewhere down the line understand that if we want to get into a good college, all we need to do is suck up and rote learn.
and that is where innovation dies, creativity dies, ideas die.
A question I’ve been having since the inception of love.
how can relationships end.
to never begin again.
even in the most tiniest of ways.
from a friendship to a gaze.
how can love stop.
to turn into nothing at all.
finite. by a few.
actions, deeds, or words.
are relationships merely contracts.
clauses of undescribed pda.
love and tender affection.
to end with the demise of commitment.
what happened to the emotions.
to the hand holding.
do you mean to say that it was nothing at all.
just a ruse?
how can two people.
who have been together.
under the bond of what they call love.
cease the existence of the other.
for the bond the brokered.