"debunked" poems
She was not just "asking for it"
Her skirt showing her long limbs
She is not one to submit
Or to give up when told to quit
She will not stand for your catcall
For your whistle and "hey there, doll"
You should not be appalled
Because she really can rule it all
She is fierce and she is true
She's neither higher nor lower, but she is equal to you
Her body is not just something you can tear down and *****
So, pack your things and say adieu
She is feminine
As well as pure adrenaline
Cease to examine this "specimen"
And become a true gentleman
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
So what?
She'd rather not dance the night away?
You're asking for less time than it took for the last guy to run away with her faith
So give her some space
Let love find it's own way
take that energy and find someone who will handle with care
Cause you're fragile too
This whole relationship isn't your average pack up job, you can't put fragile with fragile and just shut the box
Call me what you will, but I don't care for superficial friendships with people who want way too much more
So take what you will, because she wants to want you this isn't something you can conjure from thin air
Trust me if there was a potion she would drink it
She want's to want you, and when it comes to this It's seriously 50-50 on who hurts the most don't pretend it isn't
So realize what you're doing and curb your frustration
She's having the same sensation
So next time you want to play pity me and say you lost an opportunity
Think about what you're saying
She's lost something far worse
Think of what you could be for her if you stayed as less than you thought you paid for
Isn't that the kind of person YOU would fall in love with?
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
In Gothic architecture, light is considered
the most beautiful revelation of God;
Beauty is a characteristic of an animal,
an idea, object, person or place that provides
an experience of pleasure, or satisfaction;
Beauty is studied as part of aesthetics, [culture],
social psychology, philosophy & sociology;
An ideal beauty is an entity;
admired; possessing features
widely attributed to beauty in a particular culture;
to perfection:
Ugliness [commonness], [ ] commonly considered to be the opposite
of beauty,
annihilated as an intellectual concept,
no longer exists;
The experience of beauty is often
involved in an interpretation of some
entity [being in balance & harmony];
the experience of nature may lead to feelings
of attraction & emotional well-being;
Because perception is a purely subjective experience,
it was once said that beauty
is in the eye of the beholder;
a sentiment long debunked;
There is evidence that hypothetical perceptions
of beauty involve determining
aspects of things, people & landscapes;
beauty is typically found
in situations likely to enhance the survival
of the perceiving collection
[of chromosomes]
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
To physiciologicaly love some one
Do you have to talk yourself in to it?
Can you one time open your eyes
From a blink
And realize i dont love this person
I need this person to feel how i want to feel
How i think i should feel
To live directly from the heart
No thought more powerful
Than the systematic thought
Comprised as a future setting
The mind in the motion of
Calamitous decent
Into the distant abyss
A following into sympathy
A brightened bliss
Of a systematic reprograming
Of why do i always think of you
When a star burns out
And a fire does settle
A distinct remeberence of
Hey
This burning in my body
When i let my mind
Drift away from. You
Is not anything but the universe
Humming the wind through my ears
The way things should be
Hearing how under the love you give me
Without even knowing it
I am complete
Even when im. Alone
Snd youre alive
Happy
Even alone
With the figment of imagination
Of other people
Being able to handle you
Why wont any other mind perceive
The distinction between
Me chemically loving you
The way you insist your ways
And dont see my own
Because youre so worried about your body
And i frown but inside smile
Because i am the same way
And. You are far too scared to admit it
I am what you wished for
Because youre body was
Either wishing your mind wasnt
And you always decided
But wait. A minute
I wander into the desert
And all i can think about it my band
Hidden some how from the stars
Not there viability
But their influence
Since their pull has way more vibe
Than we would ever think
and so would other people to you
The way i lose pull of the world
And you notice
But only like it for a second
Untill you grasp back
At the blanket you call time
And the way i make it skip for you
Would you even hear all of this
Read into it in your own respect
Because. I love you and i wish you were but only because spirtually i wanted to fill the pop boop bebop
Biochemical rap once
Response
With the fact that you are the best thing that could happen to me
I have no idea why
But you are all i want baby
This is from the heart
But logically i can not depart
With the fear
That you will never love me
The same way
Sister.
The wind dies down untill i mention
That it is all we have in common
But the embers
Oh the embers
1122
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
There once was a tiny bundle of cells that grew in my womb
without the assistance of fertility medications or ovulation testing
a surprise spontaneous occurrence of the first sparks of Life
a product of the kind of ******* that happens on a honeymoon
between newlyweds full of bliss, lust, and hope
My womb once thought uninhabitable to such an occurrence
boarded a plane home five days later
cradling this new truth-
The Honeymoon Baby
Weeks would pass before my womb would begin to betray its secret
3 days late- nothing
5 days late- nothing
8 days late- the little blue plus sign and a whisper from deep in me-
“You aren’t broken?”
For several hours my womb and I jealously guarded this knowledge
My new husband not known for his enthusiasm wouldn’t share in my joy
So I sat alone feeding my hungry heart on now debunked beliefs
“You AREN’T broken!”
Having gorged myself to the point of bursting on a meal years in the making
I looked with wet eyes to my then partner of more than half a decade
“we made a honeymoon baby; I’m not broken.”
No, he wouldn’t share my joy.
His eyes turned to windows in the days that would follow
They screamed their disgust into the wide open parts of me
as pointedly and with as much passion as his mouth could ever muster
It was then that I began to silently pray the baby away
My silence only increased his vitriol until with a blast he climaxed in his rage
and I felt the cold of the recently adorned wedding band against my neck
as the hands which had held mine so softly so often pinned me to the door
Finally my silent prayers gave way to a singular scream
“I ******* hate you and I hate your child inside of me!”
My womb cried to hear the prayer spoken
She cried so long and so loud that she began to bleed
She heaved and sobbed her rage into rivers of blood that wouldn’t stop for weeks
and earthquakes of cramps that would rock me to my core
The unstoppable current of tears and blood carried the translucent sac
that housed the had been Honeymoon Baby into the ***** porcelain bowl
The baby I prayed away that would never speak whispered up
“You are broken.”
The honeymoon was over.
I hadn’t hated him before that.
Six years later to the day we signed divorce papers.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
well, wasn't it so oh so beautiful
once upon a time:
a naked man holding a fruit -
fast-forward....
a monkey holding a rat:
hmm...
enter Elvis: ahum ahum hum:
shimmies aways...
if genesis was to be rewritten again
it would be a monkey holding a rat
thinking about a tailor and a barber
with a schizoid format of interpretation
of an octopus!
said whaaaaaaaa-t?
said that.
maze needs no rat,
rat needs no maze,
man needs both rat and maze -
but man doesn't need
rat, when he's already
acquired a need for a maze...
and there's the: a need
to acquire a maze and disavow
a rat...
the human "concept"
of a soul: or animation force -
has become degenerate from
monkey through to rat...
if the ancient Adam was
naked holding a bitten-into apple;
modern "man" is
but a monkey holding a rat.
i'm far from casting the logic of
counting or spelling...
even though i can do both...
that man needs a maze
but not the rat...
in reality: the rat is not welcome...
but to conduct a proof /
pirson of meaning there is a rat:
in a maze...
so Tetris is debunked...
and?
the monkey has evolved
and thus devolved to a rat status!
no... wrong...
technology supports
the antithesis...
the rat is the proof
that a monkey is in a cage, and can peel
a banana!
**** wrong answer:
the rat can bite off its own snout!
¡ay, caramba!
wrong again?
can anyone be right using
this ******* spreschen?!
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
You have had your heart broken more than once,
Just as you have had fallen in love more than once...
And even when it's very likely that the cycle will repeat itself
Sometime in the future,
Remember that what can break a heart can fix it
And what goes through a painful ending can go back
To a beautiful beginning.
And whether you've given up on love
Learned to re-define love in a less dramatic way
Or looked at relationships in a more realistic way,
Debunked Maslow's hierarchy of needs by putting love at the tip of the triangle;
And when you watch those soppy movies you pretend to just laugh at how the cheesiness can never work in the real world!
The truth is that, there is always....always
A soft side of you willing to unleash itself,
To take the leap of faith.
To love boldly.
When and if only true love gives you that moment.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
What can you say
to a generation who don't remember
your summer of love.
Who don't see the ribbon in the sky
Stevie wonder,
couldn't see
but saw .
The eventual maturity of a culture
whose built their identity off those brave enough to speak up.
when so many of us have been rendered cowards,
a perceived perception
fulfilling the essence of,
"Throw that *** in the circle!"
For that moment of miniscule acceptance
a belonging without question, we’ved missed since grade school .
“i am Full of myself, full of myself, i am full of myself” ,
as beyonica sells dreams of bootylicious billion dollar unions
nicki minaj and *** implants is the logical evolutionary conclusion
what's going on
no Marvin gaye
we already know
found our idol's.
they comes on
Mondays at 7.
So we don't look for them no more
Their Preprogrammed
Failed by the previous generation
who couldn't seem to find themselves and their patients long enough to lead.
What can you say to a generation
whose music don't speak of waiting in waters, but shaking those waters just enough
to get what you can from EBT
or being just quite enough so you don't have to scream
“I can't breathe”.
A battle between law and survival
and Democrats ain't been no better than Republicans since the 1700's
we’re still holding our breath in waiting..
**** your revolution old *****
it ain't did nothing
but make people believe that I have something that I could never
hold in my hand.
A black president
freedom
and a land
Turn up.
To the slowest change in history,
still waiting for equality on all fronts
this movement was debunked,
like the memories of Americans
30 minutes primetime cycles
What can you say
to a generation
who does the nea nea
where teddy bears and liquor bottles mark the legacy of the deceased
once lay,
such a short memory
these corner they lived and died for a singular belief
money over ******* get rich by all means.
that's our raising the bar
“go for the millions”
and if we play it right
miley cyrus
will twork your way to a grammy.
What can you say
to a generation.
where gay is so gay
no one knows it’s true meaning
we're all just dreaming
make it up as we go
bought into a coma
now trying to wake up.
What can you say
to this generation
except sorry
we left you nothing to hold on too.
but shadows
and hypocritical finger
that rely
“don't as i do “
but
“do as i say”
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
School commencements looming;
Bands and grads are tuning,
Moving from room to room
On this last day in June.
From womb to pre-school
Kids migrate,
To elementary/high school dissipate;
Trade schools, colleges,
And universities await,
Punch the clock at the workplace gate.
Summer vacation helps make the break.
But make no mistake,
The last day of school is just for show,
I hope they're schooled enough to know.
The last day of school is just a term
Rightly debunked during life's sojourn:
Ahead there's still life-long learning.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
Defunct steam punk
on the top bunk
smelled skunk and shrunk
into a trunk.
Funky crunk juice
with floating chunks
of dunked *****
shot from a Monk’s junk.
Spelunker, a drunkard,
bucks ****** up truck drivers
hiding behind tree trunks…
the schmuck.
Clunky blunt, fronted
musky, and held by a hunk
flunked the test
and was debunked
in Timbuctoo.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
Ok. Before I go over the edge. Remember bed is over there.
Ok No what does modernisation really mean?
Can you utter a cause or a singlular theme?
Can you correspond with the elite
While they travail the armpit of luck
with money compete?
Is the totality of all modern hope
Just a pinch and a *****
At the mechanism that moves us forward?
Thought defunct.
Or really?
Is it completely
Debunked?
Have the affluent articulate contrived in their lair?
An image of hope that's been thought to declare
Constant reward
At the expense of a few
Whilst we stand in line waiting.
The snakes not the devil,
it's the queue.
Heaping on heartbreak
The causeless remiss
Seeking new nerves
Challenges this
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
it was said of me . . .
across the eternal city
god made me to be :
the one who
trysts eternity
perhaps if this was,
the end of the age,
and we were
the
last
ones
. left . here .
on
our
own
if i was abandoned
for what i believed,
so dearly
would you
still love me?
would you adore
my writhing gibe ?
just as alchemists alloy azyme
compounding salvation to baptize
remplissage of cold Versailles
if they debunked
everything i pride ?
could you honestly
pull the hatchet loose
and sacrifice, for me,
i
am
a - m - b - r - o - s - i - a
on the god's platter
why don't you come to?
free me
loosening
free me
for free ? (yes, it's hard, but am i
worth your fear ? )
understand
for me
please
so
simply
nothing can help me
it's your choice now
how will you choose?
>>>>>>>>>>>>
take the road which fits your palm
and in it lies the cusp of dawn
to where we stagnate after all
liberation is our realm
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
Many sleepless nights I spent trying to catch the rhyme
Confrontations within my soul made me forget the time
Helpless I was- observed everything in utmost shame
When conscious debunked me- there was no me- just my name
Days come with bright smile but I cannot face that light
Inside me my effigy is still burning which sparked at one night
Trying to run with my all, savage storm hasn’t calmed down yet
Everything of mine has gone scattered, mutilated soul lingers in regret
In this abstruseness of mind and swirling mist- clarity which is so lost
Darkness has bound my soul, salvation I seek at my own dearest cost
He, who’ll give me the shelter, washes off my remorse- the mark of Cain
May my journey end at His door, compassion revives once more- I cry amen.
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
The atlas to my life debunked
The ships upon my sea have sunk
Settled lives content to be
Yet alone I wander in search of me
What glories past the horizon lay
What compromises forced to make
Within this scope of birth and rest
Proceeding with a cautious step
If only that the wind would blow
And usher me where I need to go
Plagued by doubt and scattered song
If only with me I could belong
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria
<for Sanders Maurice Foulke III>
The Thew Of Phantasmagoria
the muscles of the brain, design bridges, author poems, obviously
the strongest force upon the Earth, whence & where the powerful
coiling of our mortal coexistence energies be stored & unleashed
muscles summon previous unknowns, establishing neural connectivity
between colliding galaxies, undiscovered planetary rings, using kinetics
to create a vocabulary for the express purpose of astounding creation
the modest only dare inquire of themselves in wondrous silence
how came this thematic landscape, new language, to escape my
optics, my ken, my viewfinder, purview, essential essence sensories?
the deniers claim magic lanterns, optical illusions, love, par example,
they ascertain, a chemical imbalance stimulates the sensorineural,
mocking those who believe the comet’s tail visible wags its orbital path
this poem abstruse, yet full of truths, a working man’s lunch pail
full of fine china chicanery, fooling those who observe only exteriors,
but we who live on bounded islands recognize safe passages available
when the thew of the phantasmagorical is debunked, acknowledging
that for something to be truly true, it must be agreed upon by two,
thus creating a language clarifying even if it’s punctuated by shadows
621pm 23-2-2020
IP lmn
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
The AAA guide says Jesse and Frank James
jumped Devil's Gulch on horseback to outrun
the Northfield posse. A must see locale.
Though that story has largely been debunked,
Splitrock done built an small tourist industry
around the myth.
Gordy sits all summer long in a cabin
with no A/C, black flies on the screens
like dog hair on a furnace filter.
Gordy sits all summer long in a cabin
with a couple Coleman coolers filled
with all the best brands of soda,
Hawkin' the t-shirts and postcards
he didn't sell last year or the year before,
but that's ole' fly-swattin' Gordy.
He keeps a list of the origins of tourists,
that's all his talk down at the Sports Cabin,
where he sits all winter long.
Between sips and drips of foam above his lip,
he'll say "Norway, Pennsylvania, Mississippi,
Japan, Iceland, Kansas..."
He might ask you if you're gonna eat that.
The pizza got cold anyway - so why not.
Plus he knows what Gloria did yesterday.
He gave a '57 Chrysler to his 10 year old granddaughter,
but she lost it after the divorce.
Her dad signed the title and left the state.
I guess that's about the state of things around here,
disappointed tourists, skunked out beer,
cold pizza, the little girl who lost her
dad and her car on the very same day.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
I decided not to do my homework.
A conscious decision.
The things in my stomach
That make me feel like I did
At 9
Years old
Came back tonight with a vengeance.
I suppose it's still me trapped in this body.
But I don't really think I'm here.
Lately I've just been crying
Without really feeling much
So I'm scared it's coming
Back
And to stay.
I recently found out I'm afraid of heights.
I never would've guessed.
But I never would've guessed I'd be
Crying over someone
Thousand of miles away
Either so I suppose everything
is being debunked
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
she cried havoc when chaos spilt from my mouth like milk.
i sunk fangs in her tilted head then i bilked.
i was drunk on pangs of guilt and debunked the whole lies,
the half truths you told Matthew from time to time.
i built a silk pursue from sow's ear but she jilted the gesture
so save the lecture because i won't pester you like the jesters do
because my wounds fester when i'm next to you.
i'm not here for you rescue
when you abandoned ship
from a boon companionship
so exsiccate in the canyon which
i excavated you from.
you grew some ovaries
when you said you were over me
so don't bother overseeing me
overseas.
© Matthew Harlovic
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
Charles didn't heed the Puritans
He was God's appointed,
Anointed and empowered.
He tumbled from above,
Down through the law,
Lost his head.
Nicholas was placed in the basement crypt,
A cult-like condemnation;
So they stood him against the wall,
He listed to his Monk,
His reasoning debunked,
So they shot the anointed one
On his golden throne.
Benito was above the law,
High on meat hooks.
Could we dare to look?
If you were lucky,
If you were tied to a stake,
And the ******* ignited,
Someone dear would tie a bag
Of gunpowder around your neck.
Why let the crows pick out his eyes,
Make golden nests from his hair.
End the torture. Pull the life-line.
Sever the head from the body politic.
It is the righteous thing to do;
It is the civil thing to do
In pensive state.
Rise up from your ashes.
It is the kindest cut of all.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Blank spaces and dots protracted
Bouncing in spirals like squirrels
Quarrelling my melted brain cells
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
Like a discordial symphony,
A blessed cacophony
Of life and all that it brings,
Melodic at times
Flying off the handle
As if it has got wings.
The notes play themselves
For the music is always within you
Just Surrender to your feelings
Of trying to be in control
And let it flow.
Love will cure all
Is just a myth to be debunked,
For when you are ready
To be pulled out of your funk.
Every fleeting moment will pass,
Before the rage takes over
And turns you into a psychopath,
In the end when the heart takes cover
And you realize
That everything comes back to jazz.
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024 at 8:58 AM UTC
It's hard to watch as Republicans
In Congress parrot Putin's words.
In spouting Putin's talking points,
What they're doing is polishing turds.
°И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
Brandishing conspiracy theories
And fantasies that have been debunked,
They are showing the world how their
Integrity is now defunct.
И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
Bending the truth with the Putin/Russian
Intelligence narrative flies in the face
Of all that we have done for years
To keep democracy in place.
И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
Putin loves to see Americans
Attack one another by going for the throat.
After stirring up discord here,
He can then sit back and gloat.
И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
Putin's friends in the White House, too,
Bolster the leader's insidious plot
And say that Putin is innocent
While the country Ukraine is not.
И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
What has happened to America--
The land of the free, the home of the brave?
George Washington must be
Turning over in his grave.
И это делает Путина очень счастливым.
-by Bob B (11-22-19)
°I eto delajet putina otchen shastliwim.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
I am a reflection of your creation
A fruit bared from your inventive womb
My inimitable genetic make up parallels my life story
A puzzle never debunked; the apple never to consume
I am a reflection of your creation
Unfortunately every mirror is bound to fog
I am the bridge between heaven and earth
Let your decision be the inevitable epilogue
I want to be a reflection of your creation
With frequencies and wavelengths understood
Every genetic makeup contains your fingerprint
Intelligence was blurred but wisdom was good
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
the deception of love you presented to me
was magical
those many faces you wore, now seem
comical
the sweetness of your voice, drew me in
made me small
the way you touch me,bent my knees
left me to crawl
now, there are no more tears
to fall
they would only muddy, these empty
halls
the pictures of us,are imprints, empty frames
that ***** the walls
even the echos, wont repeat my calls
my tumor of love for you, has finally shrunk
I'm in remission, no longer in this funk
those false feelings you had for me
are finally debunked
now my memories of you, will come and go
but then I'll sweep the residue, to the corner
and put them in a pile, I'll call junk
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC