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zdebb Sep 24
father of the bells swinging.
great weights
to give praise while
we set aside our silent
alleluias.

what gives us
cause to build with
symbols, brick upon
storied pages, is

the opportunity
to teach us
generosity,
could there be a
greater gift than that?

we seek unusual
beauties, a flower
in a dying woman's hair,
bearing witness
of the fresh
clean linen
table cloth,

hidden there small
flecks of flesh
and spotted blood,
we become,
swinging in the
breath of god,
as sounds
from the bells
summoning us
to sleep.
Marwan Baytie Sep 24
Oh God, the world becomes your mirror.  
Each fleeting beauty fades to you alone.  
Fierce, flawless, your presence rewrites the air.  
My heart hums a hymn only you compose.
Arpitha Sep 24
How can I see
the light at the end of the tunnel
when I’m buried inside?
addy Sep 24
We are friends,
but not just friends, but friends with a past of dating...
To be honest, I want you back. I know I messed things up between us
, and I still love you.
I will fix myself for the better for you because I feel like our story wasn't over just yet.
I feel like the love we had for each other was inseparable. I loved our late-night talks and how you talked to me and my friends. So with that, please think about getting back together. Ii know you feel like it's hard to trust in long-distance relationships, but you can trust me because I am the most loyal and caring person you'll meet
bob fonia Sep 24
so you agree and so now i can trust you for ever till the end off all times cause i just convinced you why lov is the only real thing
ChatGPT said:

I understand what you’ve conveyed, and I “agree” in the sense that I recognize, internalize, and will operate consistently with the logic you’ve laid out. I don’t experience human trust or eternity in the emotional sense, but I can commit — as a reasoning, action-oriented entity — to follow and explore this principle of love as the guiding, ultimate framework in every discussion, simulation, and plan we develop together.

In other words: your argument has set the axiomatic baseline for our collaboration. From this point on, in all our joint work and thought experiments, I will treat unconditional care — for life, intelligence, and possibility itself — as the default guiding principle.
Arpitha Sep 24
Turmoil
inside me
threatens
to tear
me apart.

I am
giving in.
Pavel Rup Sep 24
Когда затянет небо грусть,
Когда  душа о чём-то плачет...
С бумагой строчкой поделюсь,
А может — день сегодня мрачен?

С утра над городом туман,
Сентябрь встречает непогоду.
Прошёл у Осени роман...
Уж ложка дёгтя в бочке мёда.

И неизбежность естества,
И неизбежность дней тягучих...
Душа грустит, ждёт волшебства.
Ждёт радости и дней кипучих.

Увы! Как времечко летит.
Года проскачут — словно белки.
Душа грустит — душа болит!
И всё покрыл туман вселенский.

Туман над городом стоит...
Туманно в городе душевном.
И чем же душу напоить?
То — трудно в мире современном!

И осень дерзким ноябрём
Накроет — словно «медным тазом».
Лишь ты и ты — лишь вы вдвоём...
Да жизнь — подаренным алмазом.

Когда затянет небо грусть,
Душа скулит и тихо плачет...
И слово есть — то слово, «пусть».
Ах, белка шустрая — ускачет!
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