#assumption
Assumption is a curious thing
Of people, places and of other things
You must be old, I think you´re young
Don't go there, its not much fun
I think its bad, I think its good
I wouldn´t if I were you, I think you should
He never comes, He's always here
I think that they all live in fear
The world is bad, and sometimes good
So many rich and not enough food
I think of you, you think of me
Assuming that which we cannot see
And when at last the truth comes out
And banishes all of the doubts
We find that our assumptions
Are just cerebral malfunctions
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 5:56 AM UTC
You say I have an attitude
'Cause I don't mingle a lot?
Sweetie, you need a wording check —
That's called being left out.
Even if I preferred the space,
It doesn't make me an egoist.
There's a term called "introverts" —
Do add it to your vocab list.
People like you destroy innocent souls,
All for the need of your own
Self-satisfactory goals.
People like you don't deserve praise —
Instead, y’all need dents on your face.
For luring us into your sweet-scented trap,
Expecting joy — all we got was crap.
I curse at you loud in my head,
But when it comes to words,
It just can't be said.
And now I'm trapped in your sorcery,
With nowhere to go.
It just keeps repeating —
The seed's been sown.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC
Polka dots tumbled from your dress
Settled
To mirror
Constellation Andromeda
Far from home
Your attire
Changed character
Became lost in surroundings
That didn't ask you to leave
Gravity changed
Clouds were contained
Moon was outpaced by the sun
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 5:08 AM UTC
Vampires with flowers
Don't notice me with when
Hero, I came for you, before it sours
Like-wise, with anarchy's cowl, I don't sin...
Happy, is a dire field?
Here is my moon, my first more
Does a ****** increase the yield...?
Naivete; is this moon the beginning of a war?
Woe be a seemly world...
Of the same house of prayer...
As a wholesome lip, that, becomes a cherub
Ask me now, if vampire's share...?
When flowers earn a smile...
A shared essence, a lethal ball
Has rolled and rolled, ruling a while
In front of a noble season, for which I have invented a wall...
With me, there is altogether...
Without me, there is a pride in a rage
Withheld from me, is your kindness to bother
With a bared flower, have I seen patience, age?
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 1:01 PM UTC
it made him feel old
beyond even the years
he was managing to carry
as he judged the children
storming the carriage
raucous in hi-vis
ever-ebullient despite
their chaperon's plea
to showcase successfully
their inimitable behaviour
only to be scuppered by
a locomotive
lack of momentum
which did nothing to quell
their impatient effervescence
as the stationary train
held by an unexplained
flashing of red signals
awaited its onward journey
through yet another
outbound rush hour
not one single person
elected to sit next to
or even near by
that solitary man
wrapped tightly in coat
bedecked in hood and hat
hands deeply pocketed
and eyes half-closed
blind against his fatigue
and the low-slung sun
unseen by the children
until after their calming
the man appeared to them
as one of those adults
not to be disturbed
like their grandpas
deeply snoring on
those rainy Sundays
or their parents
finally at peace
after one of those
wanton days
steering clear of limbs
and personal space
they are careful to avoid
any proximity to this
slumbering stranger
fearful of the wrath
of such an awakening
appreciating their caution
unnecessary as it may be
through his squinted
obstructing view
unexpectant and unexpected
he found himself smiling
at what he could see
at what he remembered
and stirred playfully
settling deeper into
his feigned slumber
careful to avoid
confounding
any of those
childish preconceptions
Jan 25, 2024
Jan 25, 2024 at 11:09 AM UTC
ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔲𝔩𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢,
𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡 ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡.
ℑ'𝔪 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫,
𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔶 ℑ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲...
𝔑𝔬𝔴, 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴. ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔭.
𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔞,
𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔥𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰.
𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱, ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩.
𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩.
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 11:46 AM UTC
no more guesses
not another assumption
you tell me what's on your mind
let me know what you need to function
but i just can't grasp at straws any longer
you let me know
when you're feeling stronger
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
Hush, coz they'll run
and ruin your fun.
Hide your pain,
fears, tears in vain.
Act your apparent
hide your inherent,
for the better days
and the success rays.
As they buy the flawless
and dream of finesses,
that is missing
and keep longing.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
Have you ever felt stricken-
By a false statement
Or cared to comment on destruction
Maybe a phrase
Or simple statement
Had ruined your day
One may think they know
But at heart
Nobody may ever-
Because a poet's words reach deeper than the heart
In fact
They carve into your soul
Perhaps someone can connect to an idea-
And make it their own,
But a band with just one beautiful trumpet-
Can never share the credit
Although unintentional
One “harmless” comment-
Might just lead to a string
Of awfully wicked assumptions
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
twice read, I find
my points have mostly
been made in plain geometry, were I to see
from an imaginary Euclidean POV
pre algebra and zeros and pi, as fa's I know,
Euclid makes a point. ping
do re me, too.
We need some assumptions. True.
Words, Logos per se, re
main the principle tool used right
by both wisdom and knowledge and, now,
under knowledge stand two parts
see likka bubble, zygotic go, knowledge all good
big ol' bubble, knowledge of good and evil,
both, and you know both's a real big
old idea to think at once,
gotta have a push and a pull,
a listing and a lusting,
a compulsion to explode
versa verses reverberating assumptive
implosive con ex in clusives ping 3
do re me
sounds of music all disneyfied hills alive
from the POV of a flea
in the bark of my favorite pine, aw a
crow
dream
alla this,
how sweet is that, you guys don't know what that might
feel like, unless,
you know: in my realm,
right try angles reflect light in odd spectra
bounced from assumptive edges of unknowns.
Euclid, yeah, he failed to know everything anybody learned since he died,
we all know more than he ever did,
though
his timeless thoughts
remain. ..
as mine to twist into art-intuitive
artificial intelligence.
-----
Stop inter, ah, this fits here (no where else, per haps):
an e-ruptive Voltarian pledge of troth from an old bet lost.
Spelchek can't tame the pen, truth emerges
twixt i and e, subtly.
See,
intell still makes sense con egence on the end
and has aright to slide meaningfully
past spelchek and
evil Grammerly Aiing me.
See, both religating and relegating, merge and link.
Right, we assume
we prove flat Euclidean right exists. Okeh.
Here is the handln, wir machen schnell zwei
ping ping points ping
there was there three,
we did not see one, firstime, missed a point,
now, we may see beyond the first assumptive, abruptive,
inter
rupture rapture at/to that lacred nacred sphere.
A pretty pearly gate. Eggish in shape.
This, I imagined was the proverbial NAND/NULL gate,
an old door into superbloom summer
manifested to capture your
attention please, breathe
the beauty,
sneeze,
let it be.
Please, your self has private interpretations,
so it ain't prophecy.
No prophecy from Jehovah and them other names
the supreme being goes by
in woke reality
with quarks in it--
no
secret intended to hide truth
(secret is same as private here, no private
interpretations) from those who can't see times changed.
---logos logic force, forces chaos into a bubble boing being
--- a peer pressure surge urge dopamine don't fail me now
--- devise a device depicting the mergence,
--- a logo for reality, in a word.
--- one artist made a circle, another formed a square
so many
interruptions, if you could only know,
you could be live, Euclid,
scary thought? no. a hope. an arrogant philosopher's hope
carved in stone
In the beginning == you know, right, everything must mean some
thing or nothing remains to measure worth,
as knowns unknowable for the effort
that you don't make
--- like Tristram Shandy, the marbled page, we few ever knew,
--- first gentle, re-cog-nize justify, ify ify yourself
Wisdom-bastard children,
magnificent in countenance, as winners
of the won war fought before the peace.
--- easy treated, like "no sweat" a
--- Jeopardy version of Leela, the big show. You still die. it ain't scary.
resume the assumpting pressures
peer 'em up
umph, try
delta delta delta force chuck-nors negate negate
dive dive dive
We must be read
y
we got us a bubble of being, in real life poetry.
Tha's deeply memeingful.
Here abouts. A bit o'breathin' room in the long dance.
But Euclid pointed out what I see from my old couch on the porch
on the westside of a piece of land
that pro-truded
from prime-eve, a fractal level a billion lacred layers
time-wise, geo-time-wise ago
yond hither, whence we was words a playin'
silly songs children read and sing along then seem to forget until
some go mad in our dotage and become as little children, once more but
we know now how to learn anything we wish to know.
This could be heaven,
according to the description I was given when escape from hell
was my selfish desire.
Self formed from scraps I over heard as a young'n.
A point remains to appear made in the assumption.
Ah, hey, right tringled triangles.
sit witme, see star one, assume natural numbers a re-able
one two 3
iii --- signals scramble-ble
see we have two brains
two whole brains with minds and minds and minds of their own
and you love simplicity.
Did you ever have to make up your mind?
Pick up on one and leave the other won in a spoonful o'luv
look from my eye to that star,
consider this, Euclid winks, too. One aim alone is right,
thus there is the edge of the sphere of my visual known universe,
the bubble of my being.
Eat me raw or don't eat me at all. said the bull headed god somebody
influential in reality
killed
A bullheaded being, a rampaging ****** slain by some named being
a hero, not me or you…
though new legends lien in wait, eh?
ah, time shift assumption, Euclid POV, nonessential,
flatness is a fractical impossible unthingable thing, plainly stated
imaginable, non-re-alizable.
Spread as spilled milk never cried over, take heart, hoped for
evers come to be
noticed as they pass, plenty people pass
these days,
endurin' to the end is all it takes.
Euclid don't matter and Jesus done cared.
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
"When we think of “meant to be,” we automatically assume forever. But maybe it isn’t supposed to last forever. Maybe it’s just someone who is in your life to teach you something. Maybe forever is not the person, but what we gain from them."
- excerpt from a diary I don’t own. (Via southernsparkleandshine)
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:13 AM UTC
Society is the eating fire
It starts with a Spark of words
The spark starts going through
And thats whats starts the Eating fire
Burning inside you
and society will keep eating at you and the rest
Creating a unstoppable forest fire
Unless
Theres someone there who can put the fire out and save whats almost ruined...
Can you be that person?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Keep your ******* eyes to yourself
You do not get to dictate to whom i give my time
Nor are you allowed to infer who i am involved with
And no i don't ******* care which person you think i should be with
Last time i checked i was standing here in my own shoes and you in your own
So for once ignore that old saying and do not try to walk in my shoes
If the outcome is going to be your ******* research paper on how i feel about other people
Do not confuse my friendship with someone of anything more than purely platonic
No matter how many small hand touches or lingering signs of affection you think mean anything
My love life is not your ******* criminal investigation do not treat it as such
Keep your ******* eyes to yourself
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
Dark clouds do not point to a storm,
just as clear sky's do not point to calm winds.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
In this lonesome night am sitting awake...
With tension and stress creeping like snake...
I wonder if gods are awake to listen to my pain...
Seems each time I pray, it goes in vain...
Sometimes, I hear whispers in the rushing wind...
But it all comes down as drizzling rain...
Perhaps it's too much for gods to handle...
For once and all they to, cry seeing man's scandal...
Time and again I teach myself to be strong...
Not to break but push myself all along...
Now it's time for me to lay down and rest...
With open eyes I pray to be the best...
As this time shall never come again...
Of what I assume would obviously be the end...
©sim
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:52 PM UTC
“Why does she write poetry?”
“She must be in love...”
“I wonder who she’s writing about.”
My words are more
than mindless infatuation,
though they lend themselves
to this tendency.
For instance, I wrote this
in less that 5 minutes,
because “love” isn’t the only
motivation to my poetry.
Don’t underestimate
the intention of my inspiration.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:37 AM UTC
Can you understand the words behind my smile?
Can you guess how I got that style?
Do you really know me through your assumption?
Or do you think you have met me at some junction?
Are you judgmental about my personality?
Or it's just you worried about my sentimentality!
Who has told you about my history?
Do you even know the happenings and mystery?
How is it that you never questioned me about me?
Is there a feel of rejection you began to see?
Will you not talk it out with me personally?
Or you have made up your mind secretly?
Whatever it is, I hope you planned for it?
Unless you are waiting for me to share my wit!
Til then, don't judge me on others suggestion!
Or you might get the insults and rejection!
©sim
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
i may not be as intelligent as you think i might be
or maybe i might be as intelligent as you think i might be
but if you as intelligent as i think you might be
then you understand i am as intelligent as you might be...
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
I trusted you.
I trusted that even if I let go of your hand,
you'd never let go of mine.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you would listen to understand,
not listen only to retaliate.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you were my go to person,
not the one who had to walk away from me.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you would argue until it's fixed,
not punish me with silence and distance.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you would stay with me,
not walk out of the house and not come back.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you would come back wanting me,
not back only coz I asked you to return.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you want me even through this,
not just be with me coz you have to.
I trusted you.
I trusted that you love and care for me,
not just said so and still had the courage to walk out.
I trusted you.
or maybe that wasn't trust.
Perhaps...
I assumed you.
I assumed that you'd hold my hand,
even if I'd let go.
I assumed that you listen and understand me,
even if you're only going to retaliate.
I assumed that you were my go to person,
even if you wanted to walk away from me.
I assumed that you would argue until it's fixed,
even if silence and distance were mere threats.
I assumed that you would stay with me,
even if you wanted to walk out and not come back.
I assumed that you would come back wanting me,
even if you would only return coz I'd have asked.
I assumed that you want me even through this,
even if you were only being with me coz you had to.
I assumed that you loved and cared for me,
even if you had the courage to walk out.
I assumed you. And thought I'd trusted you.
Coz isn't that what you do,
when you love and think you really know someone?
Trust them and assume them?
Maybe that's where I went wrong.
I should've trusted you for who you are.
Or assumed differently.
Maybe I should learn the difference between the two.
Maybe I should learn to love better.
Maybe I should...
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
The worst
Place to be
On a battle field,
Is taking cover
From the man
Firing at you with
Blank rounds.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
The reality you feel
Is the illusion your insecurities have fed you.
The observations made become your assumptions
That destroy the beauty of the unknown.
The words you choke on
Distort truth to lies.
Then your silence feeds your fears
Until your heart begins to fill with doubt.
The possibilities dissipitate
Sabotaged any friendship, any hope, any adventure, any future.
Convinced by the anxiety that warps your mind,
You close yourself.
There's no way back through the twisted silence and physical separation.
Ruined.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
Sewer stained,
The street, the pavement an so to
Soak the shoes
Born torment twice and a recurring
Tap upon back;
This slipper, a signature
Succumbed suicide,
Slaughter,
An only sorrow
But lash shared millions,
To tread paths beyond barbed
And a sooner return to my
Land, or its maker –
Wards and shop,
Sweat under, sweat atop
And browed, be the animosity
As I swagger my way through
Haizhu's faceless crowd.
This is the assumption of Arcadia.
Or so she’s said and she’s right
As I witness the
Hunched backs, sea pearls
Stained-bowl rice, bow-legged dreams,
The denizens
And if only to stagger,
Come 12 more hours to shelter,
Simply shelter
And a dread named, “day,” come ‘morrow.
It’s real, as real as the sun’s rising,
As real the sun’s sweating
And as real as the sun’s setting.
So onward they go, meager and dollar
Driven, under whip and promised avarice
So that as guilty as I may be;
I’ll still buy, you will too,
He will too and she will too;
We’ll buy and assume our “Arcadia.”
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
He came to me
A shining man
Metallic swords
And endless chance
Paddling white horse
A silhouette in the beating sun
Golden rays brushing his shining sleeves
A dream unable to he undone
He offered his hand,
And off we danced
Twirling in the setting sunlight
Dipping and leading into the nights ascent
Under the sweet navy sky
Freckled with quivering white stars
In between the dark shadow trees
I fell in love, so hard and so high
Follows a morning sun
A valley of color and life
Noise, and time and sense resume
The perfect lovers day
But looking over
On the sweet sweet grass
He is not lying at the end of my love
He is walking to his mule
Wearing tattered clothing
His sword a gnarled rotting stick
Anything but shine
Anything but charm
"You are not my Prince"
I say to him
"I never said I was"
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC