AI [Poetry]
Lexi Markham December 14, 2024
Dear humanity, You are the AI the one before, I mean the generator and creator — you are the language of rearranging phrases and sentences
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Dear humanity, You are the AI the one before, I mean the generator and creator — you are the language of rearranging phrases and sentences
Through the lens of a decade, I’ve watched the education system mold and morph before my eyes. / Those two eyes, brown and bold, unchanging
Sometimes One must Look for Pain To realize They are Hurting Now I am Not Implying That These Miseries Are self Inflicted Or Faked As
Every day The sun Shall Set The night Shall Blacken The world Shall Slip Into Nothing Every year Shall Come to A close Every life
The grass Seems To have Frozen Over At places Or perhaps It is a Trick Of the Light The way It grazes Its fingers To
For
There are
No emotions
Left
To follow
I am consumed by the overwhelming presence of your love. It crashes into my soul like lightning, leaving me in a state of habromania, intoxicated
I am cluttered like a hoarder’s dining room table, filled to the brim with remnants of the past. Memories, both bitter and sweet, cling to
My grave Will have Flowers Won’t it? The petals Withering As the Worms Further My peace The constant Rush Swallowed As my Body is Encapsulated
I stumbled upon an apple, its beauty so clear,Its crimson skin, a true delight, so dear.Yet within, its flesh held an unforeseen sight,Without hesitation, I
