I’ve got an ai generated face
There’s so many errors I can place
My brain is rusting, gears barely move
I can’t tap into humanity’s groove
I got oil in my body, spilling out my throat
I got pain in my soul, so I’m building a moat
Black oil sea, gates painted hateful red,
I’m set in the crumbling castle inside my head
The castle walls are covered in decaying flesh
Bodies still moving, how t...
She gripped the ancient relic tightly, feeling the power running through it. Her friends stood behind her, anxiously waiting for her to store it in the protective wooden box laced with siren’s blood that they acquired in a grueling chess game with a disgruntled giant. The bloody game had left most of their team injured but the former prince, Ian, had lost a leg. The relic’s power throbbed in her s...
Jim’s last novel was a bust. It was a harrowing tale of humanity venturing to other realities to acquire the answers to solve the world’s problems and the vast underworld that thrives from it. His main character, Silver, was a man stuck between two realities because both of his parents were from differing ones which in turn gave him great power. Power that wasn’t fully explained in Jim’s self-publ...
They take our words and change their meaning
And for us their always gleaning
With loaded guns at our throats
Brought our ancestors on their boats
Took their native tongue
After “freedom” they let them hung
No one knows the exact amount
Of the souls we can’t account
But us we feel it in the air
Those heavy cries full of despair
We think of those without names
The children who should’...
I
Am
The
Monster
Hidden in the darkness of a cave
Disconnected, a bounded slave
My surroundings are a trove of my unwanted past
Bounded limbs are testaments I can’t outlast
I
Am
The
Monster
Imprisoned by man
Just another thing they aren’t willing to understand
You stumble upon me when you are lost
And then get angry when you must pay my cost!
I
...
There's something off about the image of me. My hands can never capture it right no matter how hard I try. I’ve painted my appearance from memory, sketched while staring at the mirror, molded myself out of clay and none of the images I created truly reflected me. Perhaps, my reflection is broken or I am not as talented as I think so I’ve come to a solution which lies with an old man who lives on t...
The whisperer’s footsteps are quick as I hear them run out of the alley into a false sense of freedom. Follow, my mind shouts at me to move but I stand still, looking around at the garbage and taking in its rancid scent. My body has given up although my fight remains. It’s been weeks since they’ve come, whatever they were. We only knew the symptoms they inflicted and the signs of their approach.
...
I am made entirely of flaws, stitched together by good intentions.
I only stand here today because of good-willed interventions.
There are days where all I can see are the faults carved all over me.
Days, I find myself sorting through all my personal debris
Sometimes I forget, all I can accomplish with a hand held out
But then I remember all the good my actions can sprout!
I think this is where I ...
When his father told him to jump from the tower’s opening, his legs were shaky and his throat was dry but once he did an excited shout leaped out of him. He kept flapping the wings but it wasn’t steady enough and he could feel himself dropping lower. With all his strength, he moved his arms with intensity until he was keeping up a steady rhythm.
“Not too close to the sea and not too high to the ...
