they ask, “is this ai?” and i laugh with a decade of journals echoing in my chest. pages that caught the blood from my divorce drug abuse, death, and damnation. i'll tell you what this is. this is what it looks like when a man uses poetry instead of porn or powder. you can’t prompt the moment your son asks why you don't live with mommy anymore and you don’t have the language to explain generational trauma to a five-year-old. as if ai knows what it’s like to be high and homeless and still hold a woman like she was heaven. ai?
I tend to sit down and take a breath before I open your posts. Your writing is alive like a box of snakes, and I never know what will slip inside, make a home for itself and begin rearranging neural pathways. AI is bland like the watered down mix of everything it is, and I feel sorry for the ones who fail to sense this.
AI couldn't possibly write anything as heartfelt and stirring as anything I've ever read by you. You've brought me tears, smiles, and dare I say, made me wet more times than I can count.
Masterpieces, a product AI can't boast as their own; you my friend can't say the same.
oof.
😮💨❤️🔥
Your stuff is great..AI couldn't compete with your output. This is a neat poem. Something small for you but good as wellm
No AI can do what we can do. You are a wonder. Love, Virg
I tend to sit down and take a breath before I open your posts. Your writing is alive like a box of snakes, and I never know what will slip inside, make a home for itself and begin rearranging neural pathways. AI is bland like the watered down mix of everything it is, and I feel sorry for the ones who fail to sense this.
AI couldn't possibly write anything as heartfelt and stirring as anything I've ever read by you. You've brought me tears, smiles, and dare I say, made me wet more times than I can count.
Masterpieces, a product AI can't boast as their own; you my friend can't say the same.
Much love
god, yes. Thank you
👏 Yuss! bleed for this!