A poem

[gymcel800]

I wrote this following poem with AI, throw in some thoughts on what it is about!

The rain always introduces itself
as if we’ve never met before.

I still leave windows cracked open,
still trust the sky’s softer colors,
still mistake a quiet evening
for a promise.

The birds know better.

They rise from branches
at the smallest shift in wind,
while I remain seated,
calling it patience,
calling it faith,
calling it anything but what it is.

Sometimes I watch the tide erase
its own footprints from the sand
and wonder why I’m surprised.

The sea has always been the sea.

Yet every time the shoreline retreats,
I stand there waiting for an apology,
for some sign it meant to stay.

Do you ever learn?

Or do you simply become fluent
in the language of departures—
able to translate silence,
read distance,
and still hope the next sentence
ends differently?

 

[Narcissus🥀]

with AI

Stopped reading there

 

[Diyorldar]

https://looksmax.org/account/delete

 

[gymcel800]

Stopped reading there

xD i’ll write the next one by myself

 

[gymcel800]

To be clear, i was just messing around seeing what ChatGPT would write me in the form of poem, i have no problem writing one by myself. Will do it in the following days if i get ideas!!

 

[xye]

I wrote this following poem with my own creativity (as gymcel800) throw in some thoughts on what it is about!

The cock always introduces itself
as if we’ve never met before.

I still leave windows cracked open,
still trust the sky’s softer colors,
still mistake a quiet cum
for abstinence.

The birds know my cock.

They rise and fall
at the smallest shift in stroke,
while I remain seated,
calling it soft,
calling it not that small,
calling it anything but what it is.
but I should call it small…Sometimes I watch the cum erase
its own footprints from the sand
and wonder why I’m subhuman.

The semen has always been the semen.

Yet every time the semen retreats,
I stand there waiting for an apology,
for some sign it meant to stay.

Do you ever goon?

Or do you simply become fluent
in the penis of departures—
able to translate penis,
read distance,
and still hope the next ejaculation
ends differently?