"irrefutably" poems
Those that are complacently designed
By the simpering vanities
of a domesticated world
rarely find the peace of mind
of which we all strive
because their materialistic
beliefs constrain them
in pools of normality
Drowning them in the pressures of society
and hanging them out to dry
in downloaded photos
that never fade
our lives are all dictated
by the subconscious influence
of one another
thus our souls
are irrefutably intertwined
locked together in endless struggle
mind against mind.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques . After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .
In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition . To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions . I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration . I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery .
Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .
Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid . Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge of the new world freeway .
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
He whispers sweet nothings into her ear;
'It's not about what I don't have but rather-
Who I am inspired to be when you are near.
I am 3 persons better when we're together.'
She knows he is lying. She is certain of it.
But she chooses to believe him all the same.
It's how his falsehood and charms are so sweet-
That he curves the best sound out of her name.
She smiles when he smiles. It's his smile!
She laughs at his jokes. His funny jokes.
But she wont let him see her pains pile.
She adores the peace with which he talks.
She's hurting. But an ounce of his fake love-
Has the likes of favour from a clan of gods.
She hurts that it hurt if its him she's thinking of;
But she holds on, praying for better odds.
She's irrefutably all his, but he is his own man.
She loves him with her every fibre of being.
He merely likes her alot. Thats about it! Done!;
'A great love' vs. 'Some relationship-like thing.'
He say's she's beautiful like he coined the word.
He calls her his with the tone he does other girls.
He speaks words like she's never before heard;
She means a lot. He means a world of worlds.
He is not a tamed lover. He is the perfect actor;
The sort that hurts not with words, but silence.
He tells her that he really cares alot right after-
Breaking her heart with his affection's absence.
He endeavours to serve her his very best-
But the best he's known is to hurt her.
So... He assures her that she'll be blessed-
If he would leave her life and go so far.
Tears roll slowly, down her made-up face.
She's crying for her but more so for him.
True, his love in her heart is out of place-
But she willed to try and find life in a dream.
From some distance, I watched her weep bitterly.
I saw her as she fell apart. I wish I did not let her.
So... Looking into her dark eyes, I said sincerely,
'Sorry. I can't love you. Go now. You deserve better.'
Keep Smiling
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
*She an Athena
Her enchantress Georgina
Endowed she is with a flirtatiously hourglass physique
Every contour gracing her lithe body breathtakingly unique
Her fair peaches-and-cream complexion outshines the sun’s radiance
Oozing luxuriance
Irrefutably a masterpiece of refined aesthetic artistry
Sparking chemistry
Her nightingale voice reverberates softly
With the incessant whistling of the wind, such a novelty
She my Achilles heel
And am head over heel
Hopelessly brainlessly unmistakably insanely in love
I bet I’ve got some nerve
*
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
**Profanity is a ******* Tool.**
Profanity is Subjective.
Profanity doesn't necessarily show intellectual or moral paucity.
Profanity is a form of emphasis; a form of ******* catharsis, an aspect of humour.
******* humour:
A goldmine rooted in Shadow,
excavated by Logic
and which seems,
for the most part,
wasted on the irrefutably
illogical, or at least bi-polar
(if not higher-multi-polar)
masses.
*"Anyone who relies on any one given tool is a fool, as
anyone who denounces a given tool for how it has been used by others is outright stupid."*
A carpenter who can only use a hammer is quite restricted,
A musician who can only play alone is no good in a band,
A poet who only writes can't show the world how it's meant to be read (if at all),
A comedian who only swears has little else to offer,
A person who only speaks but doesn't act on it is a liar.
A carpenter who won't use a hammer is self-sabotaging.
A musician who can only play with others has no personal skill.
A poet who refuses to write starves oneself of potential.
A comedian who won't swear better have a good point.
A person who only acts but reuses to speak had better be a monk or mime!
*(The last two were perhaps failed, even vein attempts at humour..
I shall leave that up to you to decide!)*
Profanity is a Tool:
I believe that no matter the profanity, a message can still be well received
by those who care enough to receive it.
Better still are those who can interpret the profanity
as humourous accentuation, emphasis, catharsis
and not necessarily as overly-abrasive and immature.
That said, some people are just totally ******* immature about it.
If you can't stand the profanity, get the **** off the internet. 4srs.
Better yet, shut yourself away from the world
lest you ever deal with that which you find unsettling.
*So ist das Leben.
Telle est la vie.
Así es la vida.
Such is life.*
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
f I leave you with the impression
that I think you are perfect
I apologize.
As unromantic as it is
I simply know this isn't true
and like all of us you have more
baggage then we like to admit.
But one part of you I know to be perfect
is your aesthetics.
The way all of your parts
good and bad mix together
to create a person I can hardly
believe I've actually met.
Your beauty and insanity
lifelong dreams and daily desires
blend together and leave me
in the presence of somebody
unequivocally and irrefutably
real.
You exceed my maximum daily dose
of reality and although it isn't always
easy, I am only too glad to take
hit after hit.
The high is something I cannot describe.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 9:11 PM UTC
Gazing into the abyss,
Experiencing extraordinary bliss.
Irrefutably tranquil and content,
How foolish, to proudly circumvent.
The prominent beauty you observe
Could surely devistate and unnerve
This deceitful cunning entity
Obtaining the essence of identity
Becoming a grotesque atrocity
Such unexplainable ferocity
A strong burning temptation
Revenge and retaliation
Your surges on the rise
Underestimating you was unwise
Exhibiting robust and hostile motion
You are, infact, the ocean.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC
Im digging through the log
looking for where it started
at least the clean stuff that i didnt delete
im about 200 taps in
"load earlier messages"
is going to haunt me
my dreams
i hope they have a sound track
sugar ray, perhaps
i need to lay my eyes on
the first thing you said to me
with that fancy new number of yours
seriously
ive been doing this for an hour
ive only gotten back to march
MID-MARCH mind you
but if i had to be honest
the suspense IS NOT killing me
with every tap
of that god forsaken roll-over
i get a different glimpse
of how we used to be
and how we are irrefutably now
there are times where you
dont even show up in my dreams
all i find
a black tank top
comfy black ******
a copy of atlas shrugged
and a signed cannibal corpse ticket
and NO
i dont put them in
my dream ***** pack
OR smell them
OR pass them out to strangers
i leave them there
i leave them there because
i know that your coming back for them
you left them under the street light
to let me know that you
are just popping in for a pint
just around the corner
though my first instinct
jealousy of course
might take shape
before i had the chance to
rub my eyes
sober up
and actually have a constructive thought
i have to admit
a creature as perfectly sculpted as yourself
walking clad in nothing more
than an original colored landing strip
into ANY public house
would get a better pour
than the next ten thousand
so i fold your clothes
stack them neatly
where you can find them
find a respectable framing shop in the area
that would still be open this late
frame that ticket
dead center
on black matte of course
and pick up your book
until my eyes are too heavy to wait
and my mouth too dry
to turn the pages
and i lay down
head atop a tank
toes inspecting the texture
of the sidewalk
until i awake
again
alone
and as ardent as ever
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 1:08 AM UTC
If we threw off each person's veil,
Revealed the darkness that exists in each,
Many would be taken aback,
A keen understanding we would reach.
There is bad in each person,
Some conceal it better than others;
They fret that their sin is showing,
To their sisters and brothers.
There is also good present
In all of earth's people;
Even the ones that we deem
To be irrefutably evil.
No human is perfect,
For we are a very imperfect species;
We thrive on the emotion that builds and breaks us,
The things that teach or break us to pieces.
I am not calling you to remove your veil,
Nor do you have to tell your sins;
I am simply saying examine yourself,
Your outs and your ins.
Know yourself better than you know
This complicated world;
Only then will you find peace
During life into which you were hurled.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Every place you look becomes bright
Shade and color enveloped in your soul
Of light, of dark, of chaotic serenity
You irrefutably remain
Is there anything more
Beautiful
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
Yesterday across the veil I stared at your bareness
I glanced as we flew, we steamed and rose
Arousing the inner core of the lighted glow
The cord furled throughout in, over and within
The chords echoed in deepening tuned vocals
I stretched my all to touch, to feel, to sense,to see
To press for the unreachable, caress the invisible
Your essence so tangible, irrefutably irresistible
A certainty beyond doubt,above the unknown
A seal of zeal as your pulse still beats in mine
A heart paraded to hold,seasoned for your palate
My sovereign keep raining in the depths of my shore
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques . After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .
In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition . To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions . I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration . I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery .
Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .
Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid . Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge, of the new world freeway .
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
the only time i felt:
this is my father and we are intertwined
happened on the coast of Oregon
soy lattes in hand and the words of Pink Floyd
filling up spaces no one knew needed filling
'we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year'
pulled into a parking lot, silent and wet
wet and silent with bloodline both
tangible and faraway.
we drove on through fog
sewn together irrefutably
if only for that song.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:39 PM UTC
warm heart,
once brave and strong
now foreboding and weak
poor brave heart
the heart that once beat so strong
now bleats so meak
sorrowful little heart
to small to carry the load on your masters shoulders
now a slave to insanity
irrefutably damaged heart
to weak to continue
to shallow to pump blood
to cold to warm my skin
poor little heart
how long untill you stop beating
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC
There’s a secret path to walk
A language that nobody talks
A different world to see
Another way to be
Irrefutably
Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
i miss your bones and your breath.the way our curves collide, two winding roads meeting meshing melting together
when i wake up without you by my side i am a little kid lost in the grocery store calling for
mom running running running down endless aisles
i want to pull your voice from the phone and wear it as a sweater to keep in the
warm
and keep out the reality that
appears to be nearing implosion,patiently scratching tally marks until it reaches the number that everyone can feel if they
listen.
i have been told it's a sign of lacking wisdom to speak in absolutes
but love,
i absolutely irrefutably love every piece of you, always, forever , eternal, on and on and that will never
not be the case.
after a crash course in independence and several flirtations with lonely nights
i know i don't want the world; i just want your half
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
what is that?
how do you do that?
mona lisa’s got an enigma
but like da vinci
you painted a mystery
and that mystery
is a smile.
how do you do that?
that’s not an enigmatic smirk
that is ecstatic
with erratic curiosity
looking for pragmatic explanations
behind what is there
and most possibly isn’t.
but unlike mona lisa
it’s not a question of
smiling or the presence of anti-smile,
there is emphatic unspoken
rhetoric
that states
indeed it is a smile
and I might be sounding dogmatic
but it is irrefutably,
monochromatically,
a smile.
and a nice one at that.
but how do you do that?
it’s still mysterious.
like looking at something
that’s obviously there
but having a gut feeling
that it’s an iceberg
and you can only see the very tip top
and there’s an entire glacier
hidden under
how do you do that?
i don't meet many craftsmen
but one i'd like to greet
is the one who crafted your mask
that makes me doubt;
what is perfection?
am i simply mesmerized
by the curl of your mouth
and the squint of your eyes
when you smile?
or is there, somewhere outside my field of knowing
a master mask maker
toiling on endless tasks
designing masks that look like faces?
or is that really your face
and if so
were you first in line
when the angels were painting?
all this from a smile.
there’s this feeling of unknowing
like seeing a veil
and knowing that there’s something under
but the very thought
seems distorted by water
that dampens ideas
until you aren’t really sure
is it a veil or is it a goblet?
a goblet filled to the brim with wine
that’s been aged with years of stories
and of jokes and bad puns
and hands held and tiny whispers
that end in a smile.
that smile.
what is that?
how do you do that?
while I could keep asking these questions
I believe it is beyond courtesy to do so
and so here, shortened by the policy
of being polite and proper, I’ll say;
nice smile.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
I know it sounds cliche
Just try to brighten up your day
The slightest infraction from your schedule may spiral you down
From which you stood to the hard earthy ground
Being unable to get up, but you have me,
Your friends, your love, passions, interests...thoughts
I will carefully, soothingly lift you off the barren soil
Carrying you though my foot is broken. cracked,
My mind has morphed into desolate waste.
I will never leave you in the midst of danger
Rescuing you regardless of what happens to me.
I will be there, not just because I love you,
But because every entity in my being has the urge to Care,
Genuinely care for you
Standing there,
Breathing, inhale, exhale, coming to a realization,
Moments like this only bring us closer,
Strengthening our relationship
Creating unforgettable memories of joy
Even in the most irrefutably painful situations.
I will endure because of you,
So in stressful situations full of angst or worry
Never forget the most difficult task: remembering,
Remember I am and will be there for/with you
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 10:55 PM UTC
I Was Just Looking For D,
Now I'm Adrift In The Sea,
So Sweetie Who Will I Be?
When You're Through With Me.
He's Looking Hungry I Think That He'll Tear Me,
Put On My Skin He's So Nasty He'll Wear Me,
I Know The Drill So *** Doesn't Scare Me,
I Feel The Thrill & Know Him Only Barely.
Shameful, I Know How I Change With The Flow,
Blameful, I'm Not How I Seem Let It Show,
Unattainable, I'm A Flame At The Wick,
Irrefutably, To My Light You Will Stick.
He's Charming Me,
Then Disarming Me,
Never Even Alarming Me,
All Of His Essence Calming Is Me.
Shameful, I Know What It Takes To Just Grow,
Blameful, Are People Who Darken Your Glow,
Unattainable, His Lips On My Brow While His Hands On My Hips & His Hands Take Me Now,
Irrefutably Yours, His Hands Cover Jaws, His Mouth Against Mine & It Crossed A Thin Line.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Patterns
Look behind the seen to see that which is the perfect design
The place to begin is look within
Set aside what you have been taught pure thought all will align.
There all will be found that is irrefutably sound.
Because you must adjust you’re thinking to mine
We think so much of the time with limitations in place
You should explore, ask for more, the store house the vine
The keeper awaits thy single voice; the key not my will but thine.
Did he not say flesh and blood hath not this revealed?
Enemies try to dissuade but are helpless against my out laid hand
For you he waited though others stated he will never come
He never dismissed a child no matter, still the loss of some
Though the night is dark; within the heart is still a spark
Just a word fitly spoken, all defenses will be broken
Free from bonds that were cast to last forever
With fingers so tender, I hold the life you surrender.
Sick no more with self guided steps that led to shame
Now glory shall reign, forgotten is the strain
For now the spirit will sustain
Your life the sweetest fragrance will bestow from hidden rare elegance.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
I stole from you and you never found out
You ripped my hat so you sewed it back
And bought me a new one
Fitted (hid it in my locker)
You made fun of me as a young child when I spoke to myself
I decided with you to treat each day as new
You lied to me and told me fantastic tales of hidden caves
I defended you from hungry wolves when you met with the masses
You told me you loved me before you met me
I broke your favorite toys
I carry all of your secrets like Atlas against the Earth
You helped break my hand and now we don’t speak
You taught me how to breathe music and be rhythm
I wrote you a poem but you didn’t seem to care
I would meet you late at night in the cut-through by the river
You brought me everything you had as a gift when I was sick
I used to make you laugh in class with every word I said
You gave me a drawing that you spent hours on
I have always looked up to you and not-so-stealthily idolized
You make me really, truly, irrefutably happy
I fell asleep on the highway driving home after caring for you
You saw me dying but you laughed and kicked me instead
I have my fondest recollections about your bounds and welcoming waves
For the longest time you were the outlet for a developing imagination
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 9:28 PM UTC
This is it. You've made up your mind,
Today, you're irrefutably leaving me.
In silence, you vow not to look behind-
Until the very dawn of eternity.
Hesitantly, I walk you into the other woman's world.
Slowly, you loosen the grip of my tender hand.
My world, you crumble with not a single word.
You walk away, but I don't stop you, I understand.
You forsake me with the words that her you take.
A glance into her eyes, and see the world, whole.
A world that knows not when your smile is real or fake,
But your world, looks on through the windows of my soul.
I love you like me, with my all.
I chose to have and to love you.
I'll always love you, you're a part of my soul.
Nobody but God, can love you more than I do.
An elegant companion, you stand before her,
Adorned in that beautifully tailored suit.
Wonderful! The texture of your perfume can be felt from afar.
But I saw more in you while you were in your birthday suit.
I master enough strength to endeavor to look on-
As I wonder why you chose to break my heart in public.
In the multitude amidst which you tear my heart, I feel alone.
Your departure means misery. My pride is more than weak.
Tears creep out through my eyes from my soul's bother-
And glide down my made-up, undecided hazy face.
The edges of my wordless mouth repel from each other.
That one kiss before many spells the gravity of my loneliness.
You've always been there for me.
You've been my brother, you've been my friend.
You're more than my family;
The supportive pillar on which I'd always depend.
But even if I hate to watch you leave.
I can't keep you any longer. You've got to go on.
I taught you to, but now, it's my turn to give.
Farewell, enjoy your marriage, my only son.
Keep Smiling
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Almost whistling,
The sound of rain hitting cars.
Every car is yours to me.
Heart sinks,
Deeper, longer, heavier.
Triumphant depression dragging
through glass.
Perfectly imperfect regret and
it's lingering;
never changing.
Irrefutably stuck in a whirlwind of panic.
Anxiety stretches and covers the calm.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Your tears strike
the frozen sleet below.
I shuffle to pick them up
because diamonds
are irrefutably too precious
to be wasted away
on such an ungrateful surface.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC