"disproved" poems
Questions Please
Put up a question please
Throw me a question please
Question, any question
Burning or sensational
big or small or silly
easy or tough or absurd
hypothetical or factual
All questions are invited.
Only and only questions
No Answers at all
As I already have answers
I have answers to all the questions
that ever existed, but ceased to exist today.
I have the answers to prevailing questions
that are making us crazy day by day
I even have the answers to the questions
which are still in the future's belly
waiting to be born one day
in this beautiful and ugly world
Questions please
All sorts of questions
May be from geography or philosophy
Or from religion to defence studies
It may be from medical science or history
Or from space research too
Animal husbandry is no taboo
Questions on skydiving are also welcome
Politics is my all-time favourite
although I can answer sports or adventure
Questions on corruption are also solicited
You can ask on oceanography or calligraphy too
I know everything, literally everything
but neither I am 'Google' nor 'Bing'
I am not even 'Duck Duck Go'
nor I claim to be 'Baidu'
I guessed your question.
You are wondering – "Who am I?"
It's very-very simple Man!
I am a nasty spokesperson from the ruling party
I may be found mostly in television debates
as a panelist, as a debator, as a joker
as a disturbing element, as a liar
as a person making hue and cries
You may or may not like my answers,
but, please like me, please love me
Raise slogans for me, Praise me
Make me famous, make me a celebrity
But even if you dislike me
I don't care, I have my media
I have my own followers
I also own a troll army
I train them perfectly
I pay them heavily
I spend too much on
News media and Social media
I have my own trustworthy mob
who is always ready for violence
anytime and anywhere
at any cost whatsoever
Beware, I am from the ruling party
I inherit a complete readymade system
of Investigating agencies, Ready to book anyone
on false and frivolous grounds.
And it will take years to prove innocence
Innocence may be proved, may be disproved
This also depends on Money, Power and Links
Or the nasty arithmetic of alliance with us in future
So if you still chose to dislike me
It's your choice, but wait
I can still become a minister
Or even a prime minister
I have the quality to lure voters
I have the answers to all the questions
That ever existed or are existing
Or that are stilling waiting to be born.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
What must you think of me?
Dark
Hungry eyes
Full of hurt and hope,
And
All
That love,
So sudden.
I've never met someone like you.
I know you see it,
And yet somehow I think you believe it,
Receive it,
Understand.
And I don't know what to do,
Because
Nobody's ever known that
And not flinched from me
The way you recoil when your hand rests accidentally on a hot stove.
In your eyes I saw...
Joy.
I saw that you wanted
What was in
Mine.
And god,
I've been trying to recover from that ever since.
It makes no sense to me.
No sense.
You saw
You saw the secret.
It spilled out at your feet
And I wanted to fall to my knees there
And beg you to forgive it.
But your eyes never shamed me-
They glowed
(god I cannot unsee them)
With excitement,
As if maybe my touch shocked you
The way yours shocked me.
In that moment
You must understand,
And every other moment since
When your eyes have found mine
And burned my disguises to dust within seconds,
Every single thing I ever knew about myself
Was overturned.
That's why I can't get you out of my head.
Why I'm scared,
Why everything I do now is a little shaky and uncertain in my mind,
Because everything
Is new.
I based my life on the knowledge that I had to hide.
Everything I was sure of, everything that had been
Proven
Time and again to me
By never being disproved
Dissolved in that moment.
You razed it to ash.
When you touched me with tenderness,
I fell apart.
When you kissed me,
I lost everything
I've been wanting to shed
For my entire life.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
I miss loving you-
because I know you did not love me
and my love was all that kept us alive.
I'm going to pretend we are dead and gone,
so that this new me can learn to thrive.
I'll mourn at our gravestone, until I can't anymore.
Take all the stops and write you **** poetry.
Find the dead flowers you've left in your trash.
I won't take our last name off of your door.
I still sleep on the right side of the bed,
and search for your toes.
I search for your snores.
How do you block someone from your head?
You were good at it.
Or at least it looked like it.
Your fingers moved quickly,
deleted and removed,
deceived and disproved.
Rubbed ******* over your heart.
You never looked at me when I cried.
You just asked me why.
Called me pathetic.
Told me to die.
You knew I'd never know.
That you just cheated on me...
You just cheated on me.
You knew I'd never know,
you forgot about me.
Forgot about us.
I can't forget.
But I know I am so much bigger than what we were.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
We’ve accepted that we’re already dead.
Like the soldier
Like the victim
No, the veteran of love
(and subsequent heartbreak)
We’ve accepted we’re already dead
So we can keep on living.
I was broken.
No longer working
No longer dreaming
No longer wanting
Pushing away
The hands that tried to help me
The encounters that didn’t last broke me.
I was embattled.
In the trenches of my own existence.
Those we met
Under picture-perfect circumstances
When we thought utopia could be real
woefully disproved this theory.
Rude awakening to what agony feels like
And sleeping all day so we could self-medicate
all night.
Self-medicating with ***** and cigarettes
Not because we needed to but
For respite
For the moment
For a friend in the bottle
Or the lighter.
Life is war
Survival is the only option
Death, inevitable and imminent
We are the ones in the ring
We have lived here
We will die here.
There are those who are weak
Succumbing to the needles
The tap tap tap on veins
Or worse
Ordinariness
Boring as the 8x11’s
found in printers
All around the world.
I will not be ordinary.
Surrender is not an option.
Because I am a gladiator
I have adapted.
I’m still in the ring
But I will defend myself now.
They are the lions;
The king of their race
But I
I am a gladiator in a Gap V-Neck Tee shirt.
I will die with love in my heart,
Belief in my soul
My ashes will spell out the word Hope.
Nothing will break me ever again.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
I quantify the challenges I face every day,
by simple math.
Drought, starvation, disease and death.
They still never really add up.
Doorways to the nether neither proved,
nor disproved my sanctity.
So I trudge on.
The holy portals of tomorrow still guiding me.
Now, I’m not making any choices.
They are defined by a divination of the ancient form.
I just listen to the voices.
Bones and dice turn men to mice.
My situation defined simultaneously as I transform.
From a man to a mouse,
and still human.
Well hardly,
but we're not here to read of that.
Just close your wanting eyes and see the prophecies.
Both at the end and at the beginning.
A fresh start to my advances.
This is the end and the beginning.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
All roads lead to Calvary
It's three hours of agony
away from friends and family
To get there you'll need more than bravery.
A man did died there
for baring our sins
so we wouldn't have to.
We remember him in glory
for dying for us.
And we sinners turn to prayers
But this is a fallacy
Appeal to the stone
because it cannot be disproved.
I have no time for circular logic.
So live in ignorance
That only the dead man on the cross
can provide salvation.
Born to sin and die in sin.
Pin down by fervent belief
Even though he spilled blood
for us, makes no difference.
Say your prayers.
Meaningless repetition
Just as bad as the pagans
So repeat it till the day you die.
"Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour our deaths, Amen."
ad nauseam
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
"Your eyes are my weakness"
I see right through you
Exploit the fact you're blind without me
"Your scent is my pronesness"
My humanly aroma can turn you off
So I mask it with axe after shave and Gucci guilty cologne even when we home
"Your lips are my vulnerability"
I understand when you ramble on you want me to grab you by the face and kiss you like our first date.
It reminds you why you fell in the first place.
"Your hair is my susceptibility"
So like Samson let Delilah cut it off. A man of God blinded by she who he called his third wife. Became a weak for sin so legs I grabbed like pillars and let them fall on me.
"Your touch is my humility"
I know where to feel to bring you back to me. The power of being your first and only. As my hands run through your body like a ship in an ocean.
"Your lust is my inferiority"
Bring you to your knees when the tides are high. Tell you that I love you right before I....
"Your love is my superiority"
Cheat. The fact that I know you love me gives power to the lies I feed... you. Stories I tell that can't be disproved even if you looked well.
Love blinds the eyes, since one thinks with the ***** that beats. Led by impulse all it does is repeat. Witness my parents split after 25. For the last ten only kissed on New Year and valentine's.
Why we live a lie, we can fall in and out of love over night. So I rather lay with you her, and her in these hotel sheets and avoid being heart broke like my father is. Smelling like great *** guided by lust. Is what a good stroke does.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Sadness when there should be joy,
To the people that try and change who I am and what I believe...
Yes I'm stubborn,
Yes I believe in a god
And I believe in what I believe because I believe it in that way.
Stop pushing on what your way is that works for you and that you think is right.... god gave us free will to choose and think freely in what we think. The bible (to unpopular belief) wasnt written by god or Jesus... but by man interpreted by man from the "words of god" which how could it be that so many religious beliefs are in Christianity...? From all over the world all at once...? A higher power god yes.. but a god in form of a man such as Jesus to prove that there is in fact a god...? If thats the case then what happened to the greek mythology of gods? Wasnt disproved... just "out dated"... back to my original thought process... stop with this ******** "im better then you because iv found god he opened my eyes and what you believe is not even close to gods eye opener"... well truth be told I put my faith and my prayers into one basket... my father. I will selfishly give my self to eternal damnation to make sure my last breath and thought would be " I hope dad is alright" and if my god cant see that act of love for someone other then myself maybe I wasn't ment for eternal paradise... to the friends that will never read this, I say to you, its not a **** you to your face persae but a I respect that you believe is right for you and I understand why you believe it that way... but if you cant respect me or how I think or what I believe... then you have no right to sit and argue the right and wrong with me and not give me the same respect I gave you for you beliefs when I tell you mine.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
One of these days I will be standing on your porch,
Facing a you with one of these babies in hand.
On that day, it will be my nape you see last
As by then you will have learned
Not to look into my eyes.
The memory you will salvage as you close the door of our tryst won’t be
that time we bought the tube at a gas station with some Dr. Pepper,
Nor the forever we disproved in the name of circumstance,
Nor the never-ending ending,
the looking like the bad guy, and the
what-always-happens.
No -
what you’ll remember most with that tube of what-used-to-be chapstick
Is the feeling of pretty pink petrolatum over the seams of your lips,
The every time you didn’t pop the slippery white cap off,
The 23 flavors of us and then one,
And the trembling, the ever so slightly and off-key apologetic,
At the lingering taste of a something you yourself didn’t finish.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:31 PM UTC
If looks could **** there would be no need to search any further
you would then surely be accused of that first degree ******
But since you have such a deceptive and changing illusory face
it would be very hard indeed to substantiate and prove the case.
Many would be those who would even defend and plead for you
giving all manner of testimony in saying the evidence isn’t true.
They would also state that in support of their own ignorant belief
nobody could really tell the difference to avail of any other relief.
The allegations against you though would have to be disproved
for all of the suspicions and charges to be thoroughly removed.
There would also need to be absolutely no shadow of a doubt
in respect of your presence which was at the scene thereabout.
It seems that by the evidence available you've had a good run
what some observers would thereby call a ****** lot of fun;
for such a long time now you have been getting away with it all
but you have undermined the circumstances leading to your fall.
Sooner or later it may also happen that the table is turned around
and a suspect is apprehended with the accusations that are found.
The term of 'being innocent until proven guilty' then comes into play
a sure reminder that the system of justice is gradually making its way.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
it took me many years to figure out
why your love of math was so prevalent
to understand that you developed
a passion for consistency
and certainty
an assuring stability that you were
sure to find with the order of operations
or the apothecary system
a kind of reassurance that wasn't
compatible with me
and i have since come to terms with
my hatred of chemistry
because things in science cannot
be proven
only disproved
just like your love for me cannot be proven
only disproved over time and
with old age
and how someday i know i will
resemble a cold mug of coffee sitting
immotile on your kitchen counter
waiting for the occasional stir which
i know all too well will eventually
stop coming
as i watch with the utmost silence
you sip from your piping hot tea.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
My heart is the meadow flowers
that bloom at your touch
my love is the diet coke
who's straws we clutch
my life is the empty void
your laughter fills
my soul is the sickness
and your kiss my pills
My everything and nothing
come but from you
whom disproved mathematics
As 1 + 1
is
always 1
+
never
2
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
In a hushed tone
All things sweet came and
Talked for hours and hours on
Fighting away all that's scary
Telling me it's okay
That nothing will harm me
I let them comfort me
I gave them my trust
When they relaxed me enough
I drifted into the land of sleep
There I rest peacefully
Till the sweet things came
As the monsters they really are
Then came the things that were scary
They picked me up
And healed the bruises
Patched up the wounds
And it disproved what I was taught
That the pretty ones
Were the ones that deserved trust
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
I change course everyday which is probably why I can't keep up.
my thoughts are moving at the speed of sound,
the speed of light
and they never slow down.
I can't seem to grasp pleasant thoughts, for they escape me too fast. I tend to catch the bad ones and exercise them to death.
I used to believe in catharsis in that the razor running across my thigh was simply an extension of the paintbrush across the canvas. the blood was just tangible emotions dripping off of my razor, my paintbrush. "art" was painful but it was there for me no matter what.
I long ago disproved any theory of me fitting into a mold. I don't think any mold is deep enough to fit everything that comes with me. the day that they find such a mold will be the day i fully understand myself.
they'll never find it.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
I wish the big crunch theory was never disproved
Because I want to be unmade
I want to see myself going backwards
So my mistakes can be undone
Not so sure I want to be born again
Cause I'm sure I'll just waste all my dopamine
On pointless highs and someone I'd be coping on
Cause this human condition is something to cope with
Because hope doesn't exist it just works when you believe in it
And my mechanisms are missing gears
What do you do when the engineer is broken
So don't try and prune, just remove my stem
I'm the lonely astronaut
Because we're all just neurons in the mind of god
And I have no synapse friends
**** time, if I'm dead that's something I can break and bend
If I had more time, this broken repairman could mend
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
When this beautiful gets lonely
and our temptations aren't so tempting
it's then we must break.
This existence becomes defined
by something other than our living
other than our breathing
or even our actions.
This beautiful is not so beautiful
it becomes dull and stagnant
and suffocating.
We must look for air.
The air, breath, and life
that doesn't lose shine or
its vibrance.
Where our lonely is not so lonely
but disproved
by love and sacrifice.
And where beautiful
is beautiful all the the time.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
Something strange happened when
I saw his knees.
I trembled and bit my lip,
but knowing he must be so cold,
I touched him,
and he disproved my judgement as
his heat transferred to my body,
and I lusted him from then on...
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
It occurs to me that
I used to fear the dark
How odd to have known so much more of myself than of the world
What could be out there?
Lying in wait
All of the wildest threats of my imagination not yet disproved
Now the darkest corners of my mind lay unexplored
And I have grown worldly in my age
I am the monster now
And I am already in my bed
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC
the mist is frosty and cold
my finger draws upon it
tales and myths of old
i wonder if they bought it
the lies of loving who i am
slide from off my tongue
i ran and ran and ran and ran
to get away from blazing suns
my childhood calls like a mother
waiting for her precious child
as if she knew the others
had been abusing me with smiles
i told them over and over again
that i was grown and truly an adult
that i truly didn't need my friends
disproved sorely by my childish sulk
the window panes are cold
and it hurts to touch my memories
i felt so young i feel so old
i'm just a heartbroken trilogy
i was a babe and then a teen
i grew into my full grown skin
so hard-hearted and awfully mean
that i couldn't ever fit in
i hated growing pains
they reminded me of my age
that i was always always changing
always always a newly flipped page
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these unbearable window panes
it hurts it hurts it hurts
these horrible growing pains
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Mark 12:30-31
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ 31 The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these.”
Well I talked with this person
About being a Christian
He explained he was agnostic
And told me that
He thought
The teachings
Of Jesus
Were wise
But he could not
Believe in the
****** birth
Or resurrection
I told him that was
Fine with me
And we could
Still be friends
I told him
"It's so easy, don't you know"
To show the love that Jesus shows"
He laughed and
Said I was a bit
Of an idiot
Nobody cares
He told me
And he said
I should
Just mind my
Own business
Don't go out of
Your way he told me
Well I told him
That in my life
I have found
That most people
Appreciated
The love I showed
Like how I always ask
How the gardener
And his family is
And how I offer
Him fresh fruit too
In the Christian's mind
Every thought
And action
Being written down
I told him according to Ecclesiastes 12:14
"For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil."
Well he enjoyed being
An agnostic
And I respected him
For it too
God can't be
Proved or disproved
I know
I just told him
I rather liked the
Idea of all lives
Being written down
Into eternity
And I told him
Well I just thirst
For judgment
People have done
Such evil
And terrible acts
And didn't care
At all
I told him
That I was quite
Pleased with a judgment day
With those people
Who had repented
Being separated
From those who had not
When in the Book Of Revelation
The Angel of the Lord
Came and reaped the earth
Separating the harvest
From the chaff
The chaff cast into the fire
Well he'll always be
An agnostic
And that's fine with me
He respects Jesus
And what he taught
If you're an agnostic
Or atheist too
I do respect you
I know many people
Will mock me
For being a Christian
And I'm okay with that
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
The end was scheduled.
The world refused.
No thunder.
No rupture.
Only the insult of continuity ~
bread baking, clocks ticking,
the stubborn weight of air.
Belief collapsed without ceremony.
Not disproved, only exposed:
how thin the tether,
how quickly people flee the ordinary
for the narcotic of catastrophe.
This was never prophecy.
It was desperation in costume.
A hunger for the world to break
so the unbearable work of living
could be declared complete.
Nothing ended.
Nothing began.
Only another day,
and the quiet disgrace
of still being here.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC
and so the syrian "samaritans", as the twin satans rose against king solomon's profundity in praying for wisdom but only unearthing the woad pigment for his people on their faces, striking a river-flow where no water should have abounded for them to congregate, yet congregate they did, as immigrants, to a flow of awaiting mingling of metaphors, such that the amassed people turned into a river, winding northward into the womb of the holocaust; and among many the lament, while sylvia took to expressing a stoic end, ending it all by amassing a respectable readership... she still reminds me of Eva Braun... who, after all, geneticists proved to be a Jewess - indeed that twinning of dichotomies against the practical linear expression of reincarnation disproved - the linear parallels of: one life, one life, this world; that, whatever that is, you name it god, you name it heaven, you name it hell... forget that, take hold of this.
i am fasting all day,
but i drink,
i get the calorie intake
of fire first,
then i stuff my stomach
like geese or turkeys for
slaughter;
apparently i'm purified
that way;
no, i don't take lovers,
i take prostitutes into
the garden...
less hassle; they're like socks,
i'm the shoes with
that magnetised quote:
never judge a man by his shoes,
or try to wear them;
you might get a hex of excess
skin - basically wear your own
and leave a river of echoes where
you might.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Life is one long strain of chemical sequence
Compiled in a trans neurological equation
Beginning with alpha and ending in binary
Infinitesimal mathematical truth of
Eternal division, internal tessellation of
Fission, fissures, halving into countless universes
Of possibility till nothing is left but the remainder,
Parts of the whole,
Expanding, not imploding, slow death
Spherical dimensions beyond
Comprehension
Improbable inventions,
Explosive beginnings with no beginning,
Particles creating life, cellular,
Molecular, birth in light,
Death in darkness
Ideas formed from eternal truths,
Theorems not yet disproved.
Cycles of growth and decay,
Meaningless processing
Lead those capable of thought
To the forever struggle of
Why.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC