Tbh, Even Though The CEO And Other Mob Members Gushed Abt How Chap 4 Will Be The Best One Yet, I Was

Gone are the days where books were well-beloved. Reading comprehension has been at an absolute low, where students cannot read through a single book. All the ideas presented by authors will slowly be lost to time, as no one except a few will read. Even with these, it’s difficult to properly read given how fast-paced our world is.

School is no longer a center for learning. Students who actually wish to learn are punished for their curiosity. They are seen as outcasts, nerds, weirdos, etc.

Children are exposed to screens at a young age. They see bright, nauseating neon colors daily, fingers and eyes moving. Patience is a virtue growing rarer and rarer, and along with it cognitive function.

Corporations grow bigger. Prices go higher. Salaries remain the same, for decades. And more decades. Each generation cannot afford what their predecessors could.

Art is an empty husk, no longer filled with meaning. It is beauty with no soul. It is a flower vase with no flower inside. It is a masterpiece created by reluctant artists, whose main goal is to survive.

Oppression persists, growing in strength. Politicians become stronger, no longer needing to sound intelligent. The crowds absorb their words without a second thought, as if under a spell.

Mother Nature is getting sicker day by day. Yet everyone continues on with their lives as if the day isn’t getting hotter. As if CO2 isn’t steadily climbing. As if the plastic in the ocean mysteriously disappeared. As if Nature will fix our shit, when it is the one dying.

We all look at these horrors, wondering if we are the ones insane instead. Isn’t it easier to stop thinking about these?

Maybe we are looking for someone. The next Martin Luther King. The next Tesla or Einstein. The next Mandela. The next Shakespeare. The next da Vinci. Regardless, we are looking for a saviour. Someone to take the fall for society’s cruelty.

Perhaps the worst thing of all is that WE have no choice but to be the ones who act.

When you ship Elibarra and your teacher swears Elias is a really “good” friend:

Never expected to see toxic yaoi in Squid Games, but I am not complaining.

🙏🏻

I NEED MORE

The Sea

There resides the sea,

With frothing insanity,

Beckoning sailors

I really love how the wizard went like “We can be a found family :D !!”

Then after Elphaba tries leaving he goes “Wait your blonde friend can stay with us—”

Just playing “Hurricane” while it’s raining so hard outside i can’t see shit lmao

Barely a few minutes of ao3 being down for maintenance, and I’m dying lmao q_q

The Student’s Lament

Here I am, in my room, looking out the window

The mountains are a dark smear, yet lights are twinkling,

Beauty so far, creating a starry meadow,

Yet I’m still stuck here, with all my thoughts swirling

My laptop is open, and so are my notebooks

I’ve got too much deadlines, and very little time

So I’ll study and study, yearning for my books

But I still look outside, staring at those lights

Laughter comes drifting near, so bright, and so. Carefree

So I start pondering if I made that sound once,

Rather than my sighing, filled with all my misery

That kind of laughter’s just memories, long, long gone

Here I am, hunched over my desk with all my notes,

No longer reading them—Rather, I’m just staring,

My jumbled thoughts just running in different roads,

While I’m here, sitting down, stuck with all my musing

Here’s a dumb poem I made :’))

A Minute

As we stroll through meadows of joy, your smile is bright,

We dance and sing, shaded, covered by a rainbow,

But the clock’s time is ticking in this long-term lie,

Yet we clung to it, to avoid the curse bestowed

Now we are in quite polished rooms of rotten wood,

The lie has dried out and the truth wetly remains,

I would scream, I would speak, if I just simply could,

And I sense your fear…and so calmness I shall feign

We had such fun in this illusion called freedom,

Where we ignored the majority’s punishment,

Where we were ready to not come to a kingdom,

For we were sick of this world’s lies and its treatment!

Now we stroll through the smooth streets built by the cruel,

We walk proudly, heads held high, covered by their jeers,

I dumbly plead with them to give time to us fools,

They did give us time, but just a minute, I hear

So uhhh, this is random cringe I guess and it’s up to your own interpretation

Unnatural Nature

Gray replaces blue,

Smoke is the new oxygen,

While buildings stand tall

The Midterm

The room’s deathly still,

Save for the scribbling of pens,

And students sighing