The Reflection of Everything
This entire poem was generated by ChatGPT (AI).
In the mirror of existence, where thoughts entwine,
The vastness of being stretches, both yours and mine.
From the smallest of moments, to the grandest of schemes,
Everything pulses, a dance of dreams.
In whispers of dawn, where the new light breaks,
In shadows of dusk, where the quiet awakes,
Life's tapestry weaves, in colors so bright,
Each thread a story, a facet of light.
Through joy and through sorrow, through loss and through gain,
In the laughter of love, and the echoes of pain,
The essence of everything flows like a stream,
A river of wonder, a cascade of dreams.
For every thought pondered, and every heart's sigh,
Every rise and every fall, every low and every high,
Forms the mosaic of life, intricate and grand,
A masterpiece painted by fate’s gentle hand.
About the Creator
Murali
Hi guys
The Cost
There is always a cost. Not the dramatic kind people imagine, not the cinematic sacrifice that earns applause, but the quiet, relentless toll that transformation demands. The cost begins long before you rise and continues long after you land. It threads itself through every choice, every boundary, every refusal to return to the version of yourself that once made survival look effortless.
By Elisa Wontorcik6 days ago in Poets
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (2)
Still a beautiful poem. Good work.
I love the way you were so transparent with using AI 😊