"hypothesize" poems
“Do you have children?”
“No” I reply.
“Did you not want them?”
What's with the why?
Oh I wanted them alright
But try as I might
Their father never materialised
So neither did they.
Don’t assume my career must have got in the way
Or hypothesize that I’m gay
So proud all you mums of your legacy
Well,
it just didn’t happen for me.
some of you think I’ve missed out on life
And to an extent
I’d agree this is true
But how many of you
Have seen as much of the world as I?
I think with a sigh,
At least I am free
But, yes at times
Incredibly lonely.
So please don’t ask that question as though kids are a given
BECAUSE THEY WEREN’T GIVEN TO ME
By anybody.
And I have to get on with life
Hearing that question
Which cuts like a knife
I'm sorry
It's fine
It just makes me sad
This reminder that I’ll never meet
The children that I never had.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
I crushed it, and it regrew anyways.
The hypothesis, was more romantic,
than tossing and yearning all night
over losing teeth in a giraffe fight.
Your hypothesis, was more romantically
worded, than a thesis on how birds die on impact
when colliding with a glass windowpane,
retrieving teeth lost during a giraffe brawl.
Worded, like the thesis about how birds die during impact,
each line of the letter dripped with invisible ink,
like colliding with a glass window. Pain
is only fleeting, if the end comes close behind.
Every line in each letter, drawn with invisible ink,
doesn't sound in the pronunciation, which
is only fleeting, if the end line draws closed behind.
So close your characters behind you, and don't let the draft in.
Does it not sound in the pronoun, the annulment of which
leaves every thing indefinite, and incomplete.
So clothe your characters before you, so they don't let in a draft,
and catch a cold from ****** or being indistinct.
What leaves everything indefinitely incomplete
other than the ability of the mind to hypothesize,
and catch a cold in the **** state of being extinct?
The inability to reconcile your metaphorical heart and instinct.
The others, they, have the ability to hypothesize,
about what makes us toss and yearn at night.
I forgave your inability to reconcile. My heart: pure instinct.
So you crushed it, and still it grew anyways.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
You change my mind like a massive industrial factory.
Because flowers.
Supposing friendly.
What if therefore.
You crush my forethought in your mandible machinery
For after yellow.
Beside a lake.
Through crimson humility.
I melt under your molten supervision on the grandest scale
Melodic franchise.
Hypothesize sunbeams.
And if replace me.
You reorient my viewpoints on your conveyor belt of
liquidated mellow
jurisdiction.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
I'm born
Airborne
Forlorn
In war torn
Discord
My ripcord
I pull for liberation
Alienation aviation
Away from a station
Of no relation
Where their elation
Lies in degeneration
The fright fair
Nightmare
In sight there
Is a right scare
But light flares
From an illuminated theater
I dive into art
To fill my meter
I consume
Darkened tomb
Screen in room
Is where I loom
Inspiration blooms
From a sense of doom
My separation reparation
That will lead to veneration
My artistic fervor
Drifted further
Drifter's murmurs
Lifted learners
But gifted murderers
Shifted girders
Of shame and honesty
To my grave of modesty
Where they prey upon me
This plagiarism
Layered schism
Cratered rhythm
Of great decisions
Now I make incisions
With repetition
And the definition
Of words stolen from me
They're all I can see
And I can't get free
Or just let it be
Consumption disruption
At this junction
I can't function
A plagiarist
****** mist
Grips my fist
Makes me wish
I don't exist
I must resist
Before I miss
My chance at bliss
They're ****** me
By aping me
Making me
Shaking trees
Of bumblebees
With rumble pleas
On humble knees
Drinking antifreeze
Nobody cares
What's fair
They bear
And share
Blank stares
Up stairs
Of artistic compromise
Integrity lost in lies
They're not that wise
I hypothesize
My baby
Caught rabies
From Hades
Now ladies
Flock to a thief
Giving me grief
Beyond belief
In my coral reef
Sword in sheath
I drown discreet
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
i wish i were a chemist,
so that i could hypothesize
& limit my attempts &
my experiments in futility
so that maybe, I could
tell you that your mere
presence was a catalyst
to my volatile elements
provoking reactions,
left & right, endless
explosions in my head
& mostly, in my chest
or that you tasted like a
antidote to the mundane
bringing me back from
this quiet complacence
i could drink your tonic,
swallow your smoke,
& devour your scraps
like a starving bulimic
or how your poison
made me slip, drip like
mercury, through your
skillful & soft fingertips
like sodium, this persistent
salt that refuses to quit
from my veins, a reserve
remains after the detox
or why i would oscilliate
between the alkaline &
the acidic, never quite
stabilizing at a safe degree
if i had know all this,
i would not have played
alchemist, concocting
a worthless elixir of life
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
One could might hypothesize
That the tears would have
Drained more than
The veins drawing out
Of the confines of the muscle
Pumping sweltering anger
On such a transportation
Of creating a new home
Out of one recognized for three years.
The stacks upon stacks
Of emotional drainage
After the physical had worn out
From problem after inconvenience
After incompetency.
A departure I wrote an outline for
Before I stood at the border
Of goodbyes,
I quickly threw out.
The itch and discomfort,
The aching and drainage
The constant questions in my mind
Throughout the entire time
Divorced me from the clouds
That I foresaw above us
Hugging goodbyes.
The storm was in the lies
That made me hurt
To see such discomfort in your eyes.
Here’s to the storm’s dispersion,
No good deed can split the coming tidal wave.
May 25, 2021
May 25, 2021 at 7:34 PM UTC
Sometimes most days almost always
When I
Scrounging stuck in traffic
Unknown mayflies driving the cars around
Insectoid feelers grasping the wheel
When I
Bones of lava boiling over
Teeth everywhere and pointy
I hypothesize:
A mass extinction event or
A pandemic colony collapse
Wouldn't be
Too bad
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
I do not believe,
that the solution to our problems
lies in the hands of our politicians.
I do not believe,
in the conviction of the world's religions.
Or those who preach of
Lucifer and Jehovah.
I do not believe,
in changing ourselves
to please those around us.
I do not believe,
in this world’s
so called "justice".
I don’t believe in these things because;
Society is a shifting tide,
government is corrupt,
religion is flawed
and people are fickle.
Privacy is long forgotten, buried beneath Capitol Hill
And peace is a flame, flickering in the winds of change.
There is also that
which I do not see.
Things that do not stand in front of me,
but in these things I still believe.
I believe in things we cannot touch
that others do not know,
that we may question and hypothesize,
but never doubt.
Things that make the branches grow
And form the winter snow
These beliefs aren’t good nor bad,
but they are mine to bear.
Because through my time, this is what I’ve seen,
and although that does not make them so,
my beliefs, will never cease to grow.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 3:12 AM UTC
Mediating throughout my body is a shivering cold, the winter is here and snowfall is now of old, yet I continue shaking in a blindfold.
Wandering aimlessly in these woods of life,
trying to fixate and aim and not ***** the competing wildlife.
My one chance to make it in this forest,
I must listen as though I am this woods leading aurist.
All of this preparation for one shot at a "happy life",
a cookie-cutter form of "what to do" with your knife.
As a twig snaps beneath me and all is spooked I suddenly realize,
I now hypothesize that I must revolutionize my own "happy life"
I sprint through from and away the woods without a second of regret or care of the startling noise I paraded through these sacred woods, the bright moon leading me to all that I wanted...happiness.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 12:29 PM UTC
Catatonic expressions
On a
Schizophrenic adolescent
Bipolar bearings
Helping ‘em stand
On both sides
Of the argument
Arduous Amore
The Mental Asylum
Silences me
If I speak
I’ll show how weak
My will
To not spill
Crazy thoughts
Is
I remain thoughtless
My conclusion
Signifies delusion
I hypothesize
My hyperactivity Is a hyperbole
Constructed
By psychotic psychiatry
Sigmund Freud
Prescribed *******
And left
The remains
Of white dust
On the brains
That trust
Like the kid
With ADD
Who adds pills
To feel
Emotionless
If too much emotion is
Not a enough
To be a human
I’ll alienate
Myself from
You men
Few men
Understand
The acumen of Wisdom
They fear
What they don’t know
I’m unknown
Anonymous
Synonymous
With the Question Mark
Who am I?
This question marks
The beginning
Of most journeys
Mine began
With
I know who I am,
But how can I show it?
I became
An open book
That was over looked
By the minds
I tried to reach
Read
As comic relief
For
The Intellectually Elite
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
The 1st law of thermodynamics states that no energy is created and none is destroyed;
I know this to be true as a simple fact.
Like the deep blue of Kuroshio my love has no limits,
Surely, the only ever elusive proof that exists,
Is that all of the light that bounces off of you stores itself in my eyes.
Somehow that collection that weighs so heavily on my unburdened heart will surely,
Perhaps, most definitely, continue to become the star I think you are.
The 2nd law of thermodynamics states that disorder grows unbounded.
Disorder must mean things to different people and I dare you to hypothesize otherwise;
It isn't when your hair is untidy after you've just woke up,
It's when I can't find the words to express my feelings about it.
The 2nd law must be true then, because I never find the words to tell you that you are,
Without a doubt, part of the method that completes and destroys me.
If disorder has such exponential growth, how can it be described with so little?
The 3rd law of thermodynamics states that nothing is below the absolute bottom of absolute zero.
There is no disorder in perfection. My crystal heart was at absolute zero. Flawless.
Before you existed, surely, I was the single point. Existence was confined to me.
Bang. Like a gun through an hourglass my flawless, you destroyed.
Still there is nothing. Absolute zero could not contain that which was everything.
Surely, beyond all reason and theory, there must be a 4th law.
The 4th law of thermodynamics must surely state, that my love was never created or destroyed and grows unbounded. Surely, definitely, with proof, you showed me that even at absolute zero,
You moved me.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC
the stuff that makes me loud while
the mind whispers softly, reminding
me not to speak
about the pain
the stuff that makes the eyes' luster dim
around the edges
(but we're always
evolving
behind
the eyes)
the stuff that makes us fitted
or whole or pierced
or shed or Other
or perpetually looking down
at our own interactions
the stuff that makes me hypothesize
you across the table
as fitted and whole or maybe
you are broken and barricaded
either way
I want to know you
and
your
warmth,
and
your drift
in the attention span
(can't count to five
seconds without
changing
activity constantly drifting
in and
out
of
life),
and
your electricity, and
vulnerability,
and
your ease in
knowing me differently
than I'm used to,
and
your affection concealed
with halfhearted punches,
and
your inability to Be
without fully Being
the stuff that glides
warm and
burns
down
the
throat
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
Strangers; estranged to eachother
desensitize the soul of another
judgement & diversification -
forefront of a bad implication
you feel - so taken out of context
then you hypothesize the mind of the next
& memorize those objectified persons
but realize; these are empty aversions..
for that stranger too - is similar to you
in a complex existence, lost in the blues
faces complications,
the same symptoms of life
same alterations
of both bliss, sadness & strife
though it seems you're the cynosure
& them; the background noise
though they say,"I'm the protagonist"-
& you're just a little voice
Every stranger, every soul of your life-
whatever role-
possesses a mind as intricate as yours
a life as labyrinthine -
although not shown.
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 3:46 PM UTC
nightmares in action
side eyeing distraction
you could never be real
never tell me how you feel
running through crowds to escape
your face, my fate
too close to the poisons i grew
your place, replaced
give myself grace
rub my rose quartz slab
hypothesize a better end
rub my rose quartz slab
hypothesize a quick end
Jul 28, 2024
Jul 28, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
The theory of our relationship
A complex set of numbers
Are we where we want to be?
Are we who we want to be?
What do we become when we're together?
I hypothesize and fantasize the answers.
My only conclusion?
The distance between us is too cold to define.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
High and dry it’s all deserts and tumbleweeds with you.
But I’m a cat that likes to travel and move.
So I go the opposite way. Because stagnant dreams at high altitudes don’t suit me.
I’m a flat line realist with big aspirations, but I need to understand the game board.
So I hope there’s gas in the tank. Not for terrorist motives
Although I wouldn’t mind wide scale destruction
And my friends and I
We try to live like pirates.
We wish we could steal
But my mazda’s not a ship
And I’m not boarding port side.
Although to be perfectly honest
I feel that introspective ramblings
Aren’t going to save me.
When I ‘m fine with my self
It’s the flannel wearing 30 somethings
Raised trucks
Medium beer
Hats
Bro’s with community college degrees
The death of California
So My friends and I
Should drown in tar
Like dinosaurs .
Hypothesize our end
Our demise was overdue .
A few years ago I was cutting edge tongue flapping
Now I’m electrodes to spit older quips for lack luster
Gents.
I know the kinds h & m uniform, scarves in California heat, military grade boots.
This one’s name is Jeff and he slings dehydrated lines about charity like it will save his life of mediocrity and empty,empty,empty pockets
For the things he needs to do
To make people like him
Some where
Maybe india
Yes india
We’re friends that are just a 7 dollar donation away.
So leave me high and dry with your corner out eyes
Save yourself from the breakdown’s the x, y, z’s
Of predictable lines and same old stories
It’s the same thing with ***’ of varying size
So if I quench my thirst from leaky pipe dreams
Or water plants with the excess, it’s all the same.
Because a silver tongue and debatable morals is the selling point but we’re not vinyls
Value is measure in age.
And wisdom wasn’t the call your made.
I’m sick of cut throats in Sunday dresses
And thief’s in cheap yellow sunglasses
Life’s not a slope of a flat line or a mountain to be ascended or descended
-Kevin T.
Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 5:02 PM UTC
Try talking to a solid brick wall
I'd rather be butchered by the entirety of Gaul.
Where the teeth are cemented in between
Lips sealed shut hiding things unseen.
Behind is a mystery, with no clue about
A waste of time for one to find out,
and explore and analyze and test and hypothesize
the infinite possibilities of outcomes and probabilities.
At the same note, the outside you see- hear cannot
Refusing Eye, Ignoring Ear, causing thoughts to clot.
One thing everybody knows is that
It's the only passageway to the brain. Fact.
Try talking to a stone brick wall
See if you get through or not at all.
Un-moving un-changing
Forever remaining.
The same.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
I feel your thoughts
I hypothesize your feelings
Blood draw lets me understand you
I read your mind
I analyze your whole being
Only…
...That type of I has not existed yet
...that type of you has not happened yet
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
I am not mad!
This scientist intentions
Were only to be inventive
With science
And look what I've invented!
Made a dead man
Come alive
From live wires
Electrifying
Like lightning rods
From a God
I am the creator
Shall my creation
Worship me
Work for me
or Sacrafice
A Life?
An animals?
Or his own?
On his own
Like an animal
Will he
Look to me
For guidance
Like
From father to son
Or sun to man
Study
all of my
Writings
Read my work
Like a bible
And spread my scriptures
Which were
Ripped up
Pages out a journal
Out-dated
Which
I used in the beginning
Addressing
Old testaments
From old tests and
Old testing kits
When I made my first attempt
At revelation
He,
The prophet
Concluded my project
No matter
How loyal
My creation
The formula
To be able
To be royalty
Is made by faith
Will he reject my claims
And claim
I lack proof
I made you
In my image
So I guess
Like you do
And hypothesize life
Until I have
The power to create
One
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
22
my silent friend
22
I let you in
more certain than my shadow
wherever I go you follow
even when I feel empty
aching
hollow
I know one thing for certain
in this life I may be hurting
my suffering is worth it
pain so bittersweet
a fate I cannot wait to meet
significant meaning in ordinary beings
the larger picture we simply aren't perceiving
the faintest brush stoke has infinite meaning
so I retrace the lines
trying to find
the creator of this grand design
are we of such simple minds
that we would try to define the beginning of time
come to find out
we've been ignoring all signs
underneath deception lies
the youth are preaching you don't hear our cries
too focused on the highs instead of the why's
turned to my inner eye
committed mental homicide what felt like a thousand times
came to a compromise
I hypothesize They monopolize our psyche
powers that be remain unseen
blame it on the fluoride
but ****
that's just me
getting off-key
this faith thing is new you see
used to feel like I was lost at sea
and I must admit
sometimes it still feels that way
not totally there
blending into shades of grey
f a ding away
you showed me better days lie beyond the haze
I have to push through
I don't do it for me
I do it for you
sincerely
truly
22
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I think I tire of my brain
Thoughts keep racing around
From wondering I cannot refrain
I try to chain them to the ground
Will love you no matter what
It makes no sense
Each time you expertly cut
A hole through my thickest defense
The way you played me
A fiddle
Was too dumb to figure it out
I'll never understand your riddle
Only hypothesize what you think about
Looked at me
Those enigmatic eyes
The rest of the world faded away
Too bad 'hero' was a disguise
Off at the end of the day
The way lips smiled as wide as the moon
I would approach your side
Opened up my walls for you
In return emotions continued to hide
Stare sautered into my memory
A nostalgic chill I can't shake
Begged and cried a tragic plea
I still drown in endless blue ache
Hope
Home
So far from my sight
I give up finding my way back
Cannot navigate without light
I spin circles around a track
In soul lie pieces of my trust
Promises we tread upon
They'll rest forever
Collecting dust
To you I'm already gone
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:20 AM UTC
Lately I've come to hypothesize
Love is a science
Maybe its the biology of attraction
The hormonal chemistry of lust
Maybe it's the physics of its dynamics
The product of its mathematical variable
That makes it so complex a function
We are left confused
as to what it really is.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Pushing through my mind
In the form of swirling stigma,
My life of such defined shape
Is slowly losing form.
My world of pain
Is hurting far more
And I don't give my time
To hypothesize
How to turn this all around.
I'm hard on myself,
But this world requires
A rough exterior to survive.
There's absolute sorrow...
The purest collapse in reason
Locked deep in my cathedral.
/FORESIGHT.
I drove down a road
Paved with asphalt as thick
As all my good intentions.
I swerved right into the traffic.
Death felt like a warm embrace
Riding the coattails of your words.
So devious now to think of you
With that halo.
/DIAMOND.
But that's all abstraction
From the roots of my mind,
Cracking like fire
Seconds from meeting its fate
On the end of the extinguisher.
And that's how I hope to vanish
From this Earth...
So bright and then nothing,
Shattering any illusion of my worth...
I'm just another diamond
Held under your sledgehammer.
/GAMBLER.
Pour another shot of your venom
Down my ******* throat.
I love how bitter
You are at your core.
I'm begging for those eyes
To turn into mirrors
As they take the last of my life
With that last cherry kiss.
My charity is death,
My donation isn't evident.
Spin that wheel again for me
With my soul on red
And yours on black,
And see if my motif of lucking out
Can recur so flawlessly once more.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC