"contradition" poems
I'm a paradox
I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad
I'm lazy, yet I'm ambitious
I don't like myself, but I also like who I am
I say I don't care, but I really do
I crave attention, but I reject it when it comes my way
I'm a conflicted contradition
If I can't figured myself out, there's no way anyone else has.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
I just use constructive proofs, which creates or gives a method of creating an object.
I use intuitionistic logic by not using the law of the excluded middle where either the proposition of its negation is true.
I use the law of non-contradition and law of identity.
Or, maybe I just use a lot of fuzzy logic, which utilizes data that is vague or imprecise.
I found a reason to continue.
Apr 21, 2021
Apr 21, 2021 at 1:35 AM UTC
You claim not to know
You merely know to deny
Child, be on your guard
The power of change
Which connotes both good and bad
Nothing stays the same
The natural line
Of what human truly means
A grey area
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC