Kreative Korner

  The tears that I cried, that you’ve never seen, Paints a vivid picture that you’re actually very mean. Laughing at my pain, captioning it #pathetic The space between your lungs has no heart, but a chamber that’s cryogenic  How I’d pray for your soul in hell to burn,  Forgiving each time, watching my fibers churn Caressing your lies, like a hand in a glove, Persuading myself, that I’m who you love. How do you function devoid of the mechanism that pumps blood and emotions through your body? Have you no regrets leaving my feelings in the lobby? Throwing my heart in the way of an eighteen wheeler, And some how I’m addicted, and you’re my drug dealer

Just imagine if we stopped and did as we're told, Just like how our bodies act, they shiver when they're cold. Was it you that had ordered and it heeded your instruction? Or is it your brain that's reading, then catalyzing induction? Pills and prescriptions flood the markets in abundance, Thinking that different factors may prevent your imminent redundance. Cancelling your life's subscription as the truths begin to unfold, As you begin to question all the rationales you’ve heard, and those you’ve been told, Making a journey around the sun, we sometimes feel we oscillate, Being released in a complex world prematurely, not receiving the proper tools to ensure we ovulate Do you believe in free will? Or believe it’s just God’s time? What if your life was different? Living a life plagued with crime? Regretting your past, you try to hold today together like a suture,  Oblivious of what to come, and how it will impact your future. But, don’t worry if “Things Fall Apart”- Chinu