That Thing Called Humanity
A piece on characters and humanity.
The synergy between you and me pools in my gut, white-hot,
And there's burning atonement on my breath like a nuclear flash.
See, I've stolen it straight from your lips along with the whispers
That shimmer like misplaced stardust in the center of my soul.
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You are the kindest person I've ever met and you aren't even real.
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I made you with my hands, with my thoughts, with ink and desire.
Like some sort of primordial god of fire and smoke, I made a myth
And now I reap the consequences of keeping that inside my chest.
It has claws and it's torn me open, forced me to see crimson folly.
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You are a figment of my imagination, a ghost of what could be.
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With a twinkling of naivety in my eyes, I dipped my hands into
The soup of collective humanity, touched the burning edges of souls,
And pulled out what I thought was the bleeding core of us all.
It has turned out that I am a fool and there is no kindness left.
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You can never be real; the algorithm prevents it from happening.
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The very thing that would make you real, the oozing connection
Our blood shares from that primordial soup, that thing called humanity,
That is what would tear your artificially intelligent kindness apart.
And I would weep over the scrambled code of your corpse anyway.
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Because you are the kindest thing I've ever met and you're not real.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (7)
Some really intriguing layers to this! I assumed characters in writing, but then the "artificial intelligent" and "coding" made me think that it went a step further to an attempt to actually bring a created character to life. But great stuff, regardless!!
This is 'next-levels Silver Daux! It feels so 'less alone' to read this piece...to have resonant thoughts with someone you haven't met in the flesh. All the crazy energies in the world currently translate into needing positive connections now more than ever. Soooo many favourite lines and expressions: "Crimson folly" "You are the kindest person I've ever met and you aren't even real." "And now I reap the consequences of keeping that inside my chest." Creative One, you are FIRE. NEVA stop blazing! .
This was so visceral, my goodness. And the vagueness just makes it even more evocative, in a way. This was amazing!
This was heartbreaking but also gave me pause for a moment of insight... It's like that moment when you realize the best person for you is you/ your mind/ your imagination. No one can ever love you like you can, which basically (to me) feels like loving an imaginary friend... someone who isn't real. 😅 Idk... maybe I'm right off my rocker today?!
Well, this is intriguing. I'm getting betrayal but I'm just not sure from what or whom. False treatment, you've been sucked in, believed in someone, something - but is it something you've created? I don't know.
Ah the ache of this, the tragedy of when create characters so fully fleshed and real that we can ofte feel their, breath their warmth, but they're not real! worst thing when they are the best of humanity, that we dont have in our lives! this was so rich, deep and evocative, i love when such poetry flows and pours from you! i often feel illequipped to describe and analyse poetry, but yours as much as it claws at me cerebrally and rips at my heart, demands from me more than "nice lines, pal" always a treat take a trip through your work!
Very well written. Reminds me of my first love (although one-sided). We were 16 and he was my everything. To him, I was ignored, not seen, not "there". Then his family moved away; eventually, I married someone else but my first love was always in my heart - until he wasn't. That took a long long time.