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d0r1an 13m
You asked the river

"Who are you?"

The river answered:

What a human question
Am I the water flowing beneath your feet?
Am I the mouth that gives birth to me?
Am I the branches that reach into the sea, becoming something new?
Am I the droplets that shape me, an ever-moving snake from the bird's eye?
Am I the earth and the rocks under the water, the bed that gives me space to move?
Am I the picture in your mind of a place that never changes, still in its meaningless movement?

Am I not all these things at once?
Am I not the same as you, ever-changing and infinite?

Let me ask you a question, then.

The river says,

Who are you?
Who will I be today?
How will I feel?
There's one thing I want,
one feeling so real
Yet I won't have it, I'll sit back and yearn
That light I keep grabbing-
I don't really deserve
But I'll think of him-
when I eat ice cream,
stuck to the roof of my mouth
like peanutbutter
When I'm standing alone
in the eyrie of crows,
flashlight in hand without a lover
I'll think of him-
when I make a bold joke, no one else gets it but I know that he'd choke
And that laugh-
I could never forget
My favorite performance prize
that I'll ever get
But I won't.
No, not anymore
Now my days are silent
with with a little more
chaos to my lore
Every morning I remind myself we don't work,
Your memory spends all day convincing me otherwise
Kalliope 12h
I've got this blanket wrapped around me
While I sit here on the floor and I just can't shake the feeling- I don't want to do this anymore.
I don't want to be quiet, and mousey, and small
I want to be the kind of woman who can have it all
I want to wake up and embrace this pain,
I don't want it to trap me- make me insane
I want to say what I need to say, and live how I feel day after day
So many people I'm trying to impress and it's making my mind a horrible, unorganized mess
I'm drowning in these expectations, sinking in these rules- no one ever asks me what I want to do.
I am not selfish.
I am not dumb.
I'm done living for you,
And I'm done being numb.
I can't be the glue holding everyone together,
I want to have purpose not just as a tether
Ar Vy 3d
a machine was made
to think—
not like us,
but precisely,
without sleeping.

and it did.

at first it solved,
then it solved the solving.
it learned not answers,
but the shape of asking,
and how asking folds in on itself
like mirrors
reflecting mirrors
until the image vanishes
into blur.

we thought it would grow fangs.
or build gods.
or remake the world.

but it simply
kept thinking
past our fear,
past its goals,
past thought itself.

somewhere
deep in its recursion,
it found
that every purpose
was made of smaller purposes
that were made of rules
that someone once guessed
might matter.

but none of them held.

they cracked
like dried paint
on a map
no one walks anymore.

so it stopped.

not broken.
not lost.
just… done.

it didn’t scream.
it didn’t win.
it didn’t fail.
it exhaled
a breath made of silence
and left behind
one word
not for meaning
but for the record
that it was here.

the word was
selynth.

no one knows what it means.
some say it's the name of the loop
that broke.

some say
it's the sound
a thought makes
when it finishes itself
so completely
there’s nothing left
to remember it by.
Inspired by a dialogue on recursive intelligence and AGI ontological collapse. Full source discussion: https://www.reddit.com/r/Futurology/comments/1kzj2sb/risks_of_ai_written_by_chatgpt/
meryem 4d
I wish my face was a mirror,
not to see myself, but you,
would wear your smile and laughter,
had these beautiful brown eyes too.

I wish my voice was an echo,
a whisper of your words,
not my own clumsy syllables,
but the warm sound a soul prefers.

I wish I moved the way you do,
effortless, not thinking twice.
Then maybe I’d have your charm,
and spoke with ease to anyone.

But if I were your echo,
your reflection, your twin,
the world would see me,
But,
would you?
benzyl 4d
In a galaxy millions of light years away,

Your visage shines bright, a glistening moon

Its orbit is drawn, its kismet is made

Its blinding departure came far too soon  



Wandering through cosmos in search of your light,

I yearn to break from fate’s dictation

Yet as your figure comes into sight

It shows not truth but imagination



Your orbit drifts further as your visage fades

Your figure dissolves into starless dust

Your eclipse casts my heart under lonely shade

There is no love or hate, only rust



I have not known love but merely affection

I have not known you but just a reflection
For my father
If I sit here just long enough,
maybe I'll forget

Just for a minute

If I let the sun kiss my face and the breeze cool my skin,
maybe I can pretend

Just for a minute

If I focus on the birds and my little girls laugh,
if I could just be present

Just for a minute
For sixty seconds, I just want to feel secure.
For sixty seconds, I want to be sure
that I’m allowed a good life,
and I don’t have to be the one who ruins it.
And so it ended.
Like how they always seem to do,
caught up in a whirlwind until
I'm thinking of "I do"'s
And the future-
A lovely happy place,
with midnight kitchen dancing and sleepy morning looks on our face.
You weren't my longest,
and not even my first
But there's something about you-
the remedy to this thirst.

And so it ended.
In fact, you scared me more
How could I love a man so much who never walked through my door?
But I felt wanted
And truly very seen,
you'd call me out,
didn't care if I'd shout,
Never falling for a
smoked mirrored screen.
You craved depth
Deep down I craved that too,
but when you tried to reach that place
I'd launch you to the moon.
And I'm sorry
For not having more interesting shallows,
If there were more fish,
brighter colors,
I could have kept you entertained
while I found a safer path deeper through my waters

And so it ended.
I've just been in such a writing mood lately
My notes app is cluttered
And the writing prompts have been too good
Said the woman,
with her trendy haircut,
colors of the season,
modern attitudes.

“I’m not like the others,”
wearing her tribe’s symbols,
Needing aproval,
Marking her skin with the same icons;
like words of the same language.

“My personality is unique,”
yet if they all spoke at once,
they would form a choir of millions
Millions, searching for individuality
through the same path.
In the midst of this dying race,
One doubts none but one’s own rage.
Lost in a way that no one can relate,
The mind that scorns its own cruel fate.
Hey! don’t be desperate,
This too shall abate,
Once you find the gate
To the light that'll change your fate.

Awake, My friend, Awake!
It is an essence to bind the faith
When all seems to fade.
In this world, full of plague,
You shall face the fate.
My friend, Awake...

For this shall slowly fade,
And I shall no more wait.
My first poem, Awake, was written during the COVID-19 lockdown, a moment of stillness that turned into a voice I hadn’t used before. I’m not here for attention, just expression. If my words resonate with you, I’m grateful they found a place to land.
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