u/DrunkenPunchline

(Fuck AI)

____

At times

I wonder

if my poems

have anguished

through conveyer belts,

the great machine

polishing,

manufacturing

my wrinkled

imaginations

and

imperfections.

~

Counterfeits

of blood

and ink,

taut with

commercial

ribbons,

repackaged

and

stripped of flame.

~

Phantasy

drowned

in processed fat,

vomit and bile

greasing

the wheels

of language models

and

algorithms.

~

My stolen

compassion

and rage,

harmonizing

with

wastelands,

devouring

intimacy

until

nothing

remains.

https://imgur.com/gallery/OoFD24Q

I wonder what she is doing.

~

That one moment

in a song

still invoking goose bumps,

decades later.

A shuffled serenade

on repeat

in forgotten playlists.

~

Is she alive?

If so,

that would be enough,

but still...

I wish I could thank her.

~

I hope all of her dreams came true

and she is watering plants

by the windowsill

or chatting with a loved one,

her glass half full.

~

Maybe somewhere in the background,

an unseen force

lets her know,

after all this time,

her melody

still drifts along,

accompaniying strangers,

alongside eternity,

on the weary drive home.

I wonder what she is doing.

~

That one moment

in a song

still invoking goose bumps,

decades later.

A shuffled serenade

on repeat

in forgotten playlists.

~

Is she alive?

If so,

that would be enough,

but still...

I wish I could thank her.

~

I hope all of her dreams came true

and she is watering plants

by the windowsill

or chatting with a loved one,

her glass half full.

~

Maybe somewhere in the background,

an unseen force

lets her know,

after all this time,

her melody

still drifts along,

accompaniying strangers,

alongside eternity,

on the weary drive home.

https://imgur.com/a/dRxHItA

I wonder what she is doing.

~

That one moment

in a song

still invoking goose bumps,

decades later.

A shuffled serenade

on repeat

in forgotten playlists.

~

Is she alive?

If so,

that would be enough,

but still...

I wish I could thank her.

~

I hope all of her dreams came true

and she is watering plants

by the windowsill

or chatting with a loved one,

her glass half full.

~

Maybe somewhere in the background,

an unseen force

lets her know,

after all this time,

her melody

still drifts along,

accompaniying strangers,

alongside eternity,

on the weary drive home.

I wonder what she is doing.

~

That one moment

in a song

still invoking goose bumps,

decades later.

A shuffled serenade

on repeat

in forgotten playlists.

~

Is she alive?

If so,

that would be enough,

but still...

I wish I could thank her.

~

I hope all of her dreams came true

and she is watering plants

by the windowsill

or chatting with a loved one,

her glass half full.

~

Maybe somewhere in the background,

an unseen force

lets her know,

after all this time,

her melody

still drifts along,

accompaniying strangers,

alongside eternity,

on the weary drive home.

My partner got me a camera for Christmas and I've never shot on film before.

What a beautiful artform, but there is so much to learn.

Here is a new poem about a spider, among other things.

~ Little Friend ~

Crawling amidst patterns

beyond comprehension,

little spider,

your fate

is not mine

to determine.

~

Threads spiraling

from cardboard boxes

and spackled ceilings

to dust covered floors.

~

I promise

not to threaten,

nevertheless

your

curious

apprehension

is justified.

~

Boundless

are we,

playing hide and seek.

~

Companions

of fleeting

awareness,

avoiding

or devouring

but

occasionally...

harmonizing.

~

Continue exploring,

little friend.

I hope you experience

as much

as possible,

concealed in darkness

or

reveling in sunlight.

Here is a new poem about a spider, among other things.

~ Little Friend ~

Crawling amidst patterns

beyond comprehension,

little spider,

your fate

is not mine

to determine.

~

Threads spiraling

from cardboard boxes

and spackled ceilings

to dust covered floors.

~

I promise

not to threaten,

nevertheless

your

curious

apprehension

is justified.

~

Boundless

are we,

playing hide and seek.

~

Companions

of fleeting

awareness,

avoiding

or devouring

but

occasionally...

harmonizing.

~

Continue exploring,

little friend.

I hope you experience

as much

as possible,

concealed in darkness

or

reveling in sunlight.

Here is a new poem about a spider,

among other things.

~ Little Friend ~

Crawling amidst patterns

beyond comprehension,

little spider,

your fate

is not mine

to determine.

~

Threads spiraling

from cardboard boxes

and spackled ceilings

to dust covered floors.

~

I promise

not to threaten,

nevertheless

your

curious

apprehension

is justified.

~

Boundless

are we,

playing hide and seek.

~

Companions

of fleeting

awareness,

avoiding

or devouring

but

occasionally...

harmonizing.

~

Continue exploring,

little friend.

I hope you experience

as much

as possible,

concealed in darkness

or

reveling in sunlight.

https://imgur.com/gallery/EeErhc7

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/tr830nKnqD

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/01ApNHuAoF

Here is a new poem about a spider, among other things.

~ Little Friend ~

Crawling amidst patterns

beyond comprehension,

little spider,

your fate

is not mine

to determine.

~

Threads spiraling

from cardboard boxes

and spackled ceilings

to dust covered floors.

~

I promise

not to threaten,

nevertheless

your

curious

apprehension

is justified.

~

Boundless

are we,

playing hide and seek.

~

Companions

of fleeting

awareness,

avoiding

or devouring

but

occasionally...

harmonizing.

~

Continue exploring,

little friend.

I hope you experience

as much

as possible,

concealed in darkness

or

reveling in sunlight.