#rational
What is anger?
It’s a tumor,
It grows in your brain
Everything makes you angry,
Objects, people, animals,
It turns malignant
It makes you irrational,
Act in the heat of the moment,
It consumes you
This is anger,
You have to let go,
Be rational
Be safe.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:17 PM UTC
You're talking to yourself
And you get away with it
Because thoughts are silent,
Or so you think.
But it's all just electric,
Systems like these are prone to acring.
You're not as quiet as you should be,
For I hear the fears & the worries.
Walk through all the hopes & dreams.
It's like riding the waves;
Liquid, frequency, chemical.
It's just like reading!
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
THEOREM: √2 is not a rational number
ASSUME: √2 is a rational number
i.e. √2 = X/Y where X, Y are integers with no common factors (1)
(cos by definition that what it means to be a rational number)
==> (√2)^2 = (X/Y)^2 (2) (by squaring (^) each side)
==> 2 = X^2/Y^2 (3) (by multiplying everything out)
==> 2Y^2 = X^2 (4) (by multiplying both sides by Y^2)
==> X^2 = 2Y^2 (5) (by reversing the equation)
==> X^2 is even (6) (cos 2 times anything is even)
==> X is even (7) (cos if X it were odd, X^2 would be odd)
==> X = 2P where P is some other positive integer (8)
(cos by definition that’s what it means for X to be even)
(4) and (8) ==> 2Y^2 = (2P)^2 (9) (by substituting for X)
==> 2Y^2 = 4P^2 (10) (by multiplying everything out)
==> Y^2 = 2P^2 (11) (by dividing both sides by 2)
==> Y^2 is even (12) (cos 2 times anything is even)
==> Y is even (13) (cos if Y it were odd, Y^2 would be odd)
==> Y = 2Q where Q is some other positive integer (14)
(cos by definition that’s what it means for Y to be even)
(1), (8) and (14) ==> X/Y = 2P/2Q (17) (by substituting for X and Y)
==> X and Y have a common factor of 2 (18) (cos we can see the 2’s)
==> The assumption at (1) is false (19)
(cos it says: “X, Y are integers with no common factors”)
==> √2 is NOT rational
Q.E.D
POETRY!
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:17 PM UTC
I can feel every eye roll
And all I did was pour out what was left of my soul
Looks like I might be the only one to see it from that angle
Like it's painful
I brush it off and project as being humble
Really I'm only diminishing what makes me emotional
It's just standard business as usual
A series of unfortunate events themed carousel
The victim blaming has become so casual
That I somehow become the spectacle
Put a screen between us and then I bet they'd care though
Convinced themselves I'm some kind of animal
Chomping at the bit, waiting to say "I told you so"
Waiting for said moment from the get go
Was it always the plan to poke at the volcano?
The saying only mentions a bear, though the volcano makes it more...what's the word...I don't know, disasterful...
That's not a word but that's what came to mind cause the mind isn't always rational
Whatever, anyway, on a long enough timeline you're bound to get burnt, we're all flammable
A majority of us are expendable
Not essential even if dependable
Reluctantly invited to the annual shiit show
The HUD flashes on arrival
"WARNING WARNING, CONDITION CRITICAL!"
But we've been lied to before, for example
Take a look at religion and the political
What's actual?
What's factual?
And what's just another game by Hasbro?
What are you looking at me for? I don't fuuckin' know
Try tying it to a white flag and running it up the flagpole
©2024
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 7:18 PM UTC
Persons who, not agreeing with you,
Will tell you, your perspective is wrong.
That lived experience,
Has clouded your lense of reality.
But they offer no real difference
Nothing so substantive
As to say,
Mine is fixed
And based in a place
Of true, unbiased rationality.
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 11:31 AM UTC
Where is the break in our dark,
Where is illumination?
Vis-à-vis, a rational light.
For the contrast is stark
Between those who laze
And those who fight
Real values, and genuine ideals
Beliefs, not steeped, in a false virtue
And causes and movements, the same.
Do they still remain?
In the classes, in the fields,
At home? Never feeling near.
Where is the change?
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
Rational men among us state plainly
- that no ghosts walk among us.
But they haven’t really searched the shadows,
or smelled the sweet musk-roses you wore
when windchimes twinkle like your laugh.
If ghosts haunt, then spirits linger.
If ghosts bedevil and terrorize,
spirits hangout, abide and remain.
Time is as nothing to them,
they are now and they are then.
We are shadows, that are becoming
shadows, that were shadows before.
Rational men know what they see,
but they’re dull and though waking,
remain unaware that lemures tamper,
with impressions, subconscious voices
and barely perceptible shenanigans,
across death’s thin, permeable veneer.
Apr 2, 2023
Apr 2, 2023 at 11:10 AM UTC
and i fear when seasons
and anything in particular
changes
its rooted far from rational explanation
reason removed, because i know
change is good
and those things that come with it
i know, i know
twelve thousand fold
for how long have i been told
fearing of change
is folly
when life is change
odd and strange
as paintings by dali
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC
We often seek love
with mind and logic
not knowing
that in its world
It lets us walk
on water,
It lets us see
the rainbows
in pitch-black darkness,
It takes us
to the moon and back
It fills the void
In our souls,
It lets us plant
the seeds of hope
In barren lands
Don't you see?
Nothing in this is rational
My Dear!
Everything in Love,
and its world is Magical...
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
It’s the least of my worries
Taxing my car
Or saving up for a house
Or remembering that thing
I was supposed to remember
Or anything really
Or passing that test
Getting into that school
Acing that interview
Getting that job
That pays enough
That allows me to progress
Progress?
I hadn’t even thought about that.
I hadn’t thought about any of it.
I think
about one thing
I obsess
I compulse
Or do I?
Is what I do when I
Think about that thing
I always think about
A compulsion?
Because if it’s not then
Can it be called
OCD?
And if it’s not
That means it’s me
And the thing I always think
About
is true
I know it’s irrational
But what if it’s not?
Maybe it just makes me feel better
To think that it is
See, who has time for rational worries
When you’re so full up with
Irrational one’s?
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel the darkness
as it draws itself yet oh so near.
Shrouds of blackest pitch,
Like a shiver of the spine,
caused by a scream I feel but do not hear.
All pervasive gloom
that shrouds my world to never ending black.
Dragging down both soul and sense,
Like a craven remorseless killer
intent on demonic inhuman attack.
I feel it in my body and I sense it
as it encroaches on my mind.
Taking both warmth and light,
Leaving never ending blackness,
devoid of hope of any kind.
At times the will to fight
has been totally taken away.
Rational mind and tired limbs,
Made to give up all reason
to stand and fight for one more day.
I sense an endless wave that drowns me
in utter dark despair.
Kicking through all defence,
Until all will to live yet one more moment,
evaporates into thin air.
The fight is ever daily
and the waves they come and go.
Random depths to which I fall,
How I survive amidst the darkest waves,
I really do not know.
In days gone by the waves have compelled me
to physically react.
More than one failed attempt,
Still I yet remain by fluke,
compounded by the lessons that I lacked.
I know that I have learned
and can push all normal fears aside.
In life we learn from failures,
And it is chance and not hope,
keeps me safe where I now hide.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC
Pages turn,
chapters end,
books are finished.
With resolution, and head
held high, I'll
fly away to somewhere
safer, where there's
less pain.
I try to love you,
but you just
push me away.
The heart is a
silly dreamer.
It sees life as it
should be...could be,
and not as it
really is.
The head sees what
the heart doesn't.
Emotions can be as
treacherous as a
rabid dog or a
razor blade.
I wish I were a
redwood or a rosebush,
or even a dandelion
just
swaying in the
breeze.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
Circle the letter of one best answer to each question.
Which one is better?
A. Deeply insecure
B. Extremely over-confident
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 8:03 AM UTC
a wise eyed cynic
head full of rational thought
ignored by his only friend
as i descend into madness,
will you be my Horatio?
standing through it all
with the utmost clarity?
Oh, to be Horatio
as your closest friends are dragged into the clutches of insanity
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
A confident man feels not a need to speak
on all things with which he does not agree
Though in the proper time and place
he is not afraid to assert his way
And though his words at times cause spurn,
he will admit when they are out of turn
Fearing not the inevitable mistake,
but rather owning it too late
Caring and feeling without hesitation
and not for reciprocal adulation
Emotions are expressed appropriately;
either subtlety or rationally
As honest with others as with himself;
recognizing what he does and doesn’t do well
Claiming to know what he does know
and asks when he don’t
Pursuing tasks for their benefit and or joy
rather than status or fleeting ploys
Those latter things are often great fun,
but worry of them yields none
While in his mind there is good thinking,
he is more occupied with good acting
In order to have concerns of the ideological,
requires labors that are practical
On his confidence, he does not ponder,
as neither he or anyone wonders
of whether he truly possesses it.
We know it.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
(F)or all the
t(o)ugh times
that (c)alled
for (u)ltimate
(s)trength...
remember
them..
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
Mouth dry, tongue tied,
So much to say.
Last night, I tried-
Knelt down to pray.
Morning came too soon,
Truth through my window.
I know I'm the moon-
Diminuendo.
Happiness is naive.
All just-for-fun designs.
The pain we keep to grieve-
Vanity of the mind.
We swing from metal framework,
Deep in our beliefs, we fight.
In our dreams, we twitch and ****
Repeating the phrase, "I'm right".
I'm right, I'm right, I'm right, I write,
And God has told me just as much.
I write, I write, I write, "I'm right?"
Gems overflowing from my clutch.
Now I stop to think- shame has made me.
Is it worth bowing to retrieve gold?
I recall when all I sought was glee.
When did life impose this stranglehold?
Everything I know's been built by unknown.
Thought I could make the best of this in time.
I sit here, a clown, laughing at my throne-
It was all I could do to craft a rhyme.
Gun shy, outside,
Nothing to say.
Headlight, eyes wide-
No reason to stay.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
Don't mistake him for a good man!
Only the truly stupid can.
No smart human could be his fan.
As soon as he came, some just ran.
Let's come together and call for a ban.
Don't think the other's any better, and-
To date, most leaders have been pretty good.
Really caring, just like they should.
Up the ladder of power, they stood.
May we learn who's bad, or would
People who hate stay under the hood.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
I remember !
When logic finds no way to rational!
I remember!
When the beat of a heart is no longer part of a dictionary!
I want to fold all my papers
I want silence to accompany me in my cave!
I want to rest my breath in stillness!
And .....
I remember... with a note from Reality that Everything are running away!
I can sense the fear! The holding back of what is kept deep inside!
And....
I'm here in my dark room trying to bury my burns!!
Trying to write my last Epitaph
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
I was a believer
Long after the other girls got interested in parties and boys
I would sit on my heels on the floor of the school library
And stare at the musty shelves of stories, searching for my next fantasy
I was a true believer
It seemed strange to me that while all of these characters, my friends,
kept finding magic in their worlds
mine was devoid and empty
I kept wondering, Why not me?
I was sure the magic was just hiding from me
Waiting for the right time to show itself
Waiting until I was ready to become the heroine
Every windy night, every walk into the woods,
I would think
This time, it will come for me
But it never did
I had a book on forest faeries and how to find them
After waiting and waiting all of those years
Clinging to my last hope, I decided I would give the magic one more chance
I went out to my back yard
To the perfect faery tree, with all the knots and holes in its trunk
And deep red berries stirring gently with the warm breeze
I stood under it, hands clasped, eyes closed
And waited one last time
Please I begged Please
And that was the day I stopped believing
From then on, I was determined to be a rationalist
An evidence-only type of girl
I switched to kneeling before the science fiction shelves
Followed the inventions of today's great tech scape
It was magic in its own sort of way
But my metaphoric heart has never quite given up on the romance of true magic
It loves it in a tragic, primal sort of way
It wants to make my life into a hero journey of fate and destiny
It wants there to be something more to this world
A something mysterious, a something beautiful
All my head and heart seem to do is contradict
A long time ago, I used to be a believer
But ever since I decided to give up on magic
It seems that magic has refused to set me free.
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC