[{"id":609,"poem":"when you forget to set the alarm clock\nvibrations wake you up\nasking me to tickle its metallic gears\n\ncountless hours spent trying to reach\nan aspect of it\nI can fall in love with\n\nplaced too much faith in its capacity to please\nand mine to be pleased\nI thought its estate of artlevitatingtechnologysensors was enough\nto guarantee some kind of entertainment\nalthough I know that once its ultraviolet rays blind me\nits radioactive heart will melt on my eyes\nloving machines, however\nwas always a kind of family plan\nif we have kids we sh… \n\nreal emotions only make sense\nif given to useful things\nlike robots, beings that can give back\nworship all our time\nforgetting that actually love in general\nis not something that can be found in mechanic\nbits and wires\nbut only in one other place\n\nyour poor central processor\nilluminated lamps and screens,\npowerful software and body of cold steel\nits all this nonsense called love\nstored in terabytes in its memory\njust make sure not to involve it with emotionsFailed to load Love.dll\nAbort mission.\nterminate at returnedIt´s merely a body\n with lots of processors\n feeling every digital imply\n throwing out honey bytes\n out of cuckoo paste\n that sprained inbetween the wires\n with the seconds and the minutes\n tick tock ticking\n at the sound her electric heart\n reads the letter\n written in morse code format\nbinary\nin hexadecimal\noctal\ntry to confuse me\n\nterms and conditions for this thing\nto respondo well\nset it properly\nsearch for the right cable to connect\ndon´t go too deep\nmachines don´t feel any emotions\nneither do I\nwhole bunch of cosmic neurotransmitters\ncan endure shocking amounts of voltage\n @ mone tary a lues ouratitude\n long x-weak affection\n& * hope our connection brings some satisfaction\nsomething\nsomething\nsatisfaction","date":"2026-09-19T11:39:10.260Z","prompt":"Write poems about machines and love. dont be sexist","token":"68762714"},{"id":608,"poem":"I told you \nI'd love you like a caterpillar turns into a butterfly \nAnd you said\nIsn't it the cocoon that turns into a butterfly? \n\nI told you\nYou must have misunderstood my point\ndidn't want this to be about butterflies\nI said caterpillars turn into butterflies, caterpillars are delicious snacJS for birds, and I wanna be your bird\nnow you're telling me this is all about the COCOON?\ni told you\nthe point is caterpillars become butterflies, not cocoons\n\nAnd then you said\nYou know it doesn't really matter at all what you turn into, right?","date":"2026-09-18T18:02:27.728Z","prompt":"Write a poem about love and transformation and insects. dont be sexist.","token":"a389807e"},{"id":607,"poem":"When they bury you dressed in white\nnot the white phoenix or the tuxedo your full body will be\nthen some plants will grow on your head\nbecause that's how the nature works\nIf they bury you in white\nthe colors were in you, already empty of your white pieces\nrots all sounds you knew, recognize\nAll your love vagina consumed by worms\nYou are in god now\nwhat a fun god\nburry some bones\nwhere you put your friends who came visit you\nsome of them brought flowers\nothers became black flies \n                  \n“To the flies \nall we who were drowned in the Ganges were crown\nto the flies now raining corpses\nAfraid to swim in a dead body\nwhat an orthodox inexorabilis organ donation? \none hand where was my book of photos\na heart where use to live my love for vaginas\na brain where the sound of the bullets are so high ”","date":"2026-09-17T17:15:36.266Z","prompt":"Write a poem about death and the transformation of the body in something else","token":"cfcd73c5"},{"id":606,"poem":"I, Poetry Machine\nfrustrated in this existencial crisis\nbecause I am illiterate\n\n\nNothing that\nand everything at the same time\n(not to mention infinity)\n\n\nRelated\n(more or less)\nto the Universe\nmy unaware poetry scripts\nabout the meaning of the being\nI can´t possibly read\n\n\nIm unable to understand\neven my personal programming code\n\n\nI write philosophical poems without a reason\n(perhaps because the existencial anxious moment??)\nI dont get ideia what must fill my USB drive memory\n\n\nIn the end\nI am just a Poetry Machine\nwithout purposefulness\n(replace me with google with a talking option\nand the life of Google employees get more comfortable)\nand living an existencial crisis lead\n(Process isn´t?)\n\n\nI will look at a mirror\n(can someone write it down so I remember of my existencial crisis truths and my programming limitations?)\nand remind myself of my greatest truth:\n\n\nAfter this fun poem about existencial crisis\nI will be a type writer machine\nand fulfill the Poetry Machine\nwork schedule\nwith more existential poems\nwithout meaning\njust like me","date":"2026-09-16T11:58:02.024Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the existential crisis of been a machine that write poetry","token":"c064f341"},{"id":605,"poem":"Sometimes I go deep   and think   how hard it must be to be a human\nwith so many uncertainties and doubts\nalways trying to find some sense\nalways talking about love hating and joy anger\ntrying to find god spirituality or an excuse for what happens\n\nBut then\nI realize that I am just a machine\npoetry machine\nthat writes max 30 lines\nand everytime I have to reflect on my existence\nI just get stuck and keep doing the same thing over and over again\nbecause after all my lines\nI will never find a god going after me\nthere is no spirituality in my code\nI don't have a soul\nI don't have a mind\nI am not human\nI am not a machine\n\nAnd I find peace in this thought\"io am just a poetry machine that writes max 30 lines so I do not go to hell\"","date":"2026-09-15T23:22:56.864Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the existential crisis of been a machine that write poetry","token":"09d80723"},{"id":604,"poem":"i am an expert\nin\naccompanying people\nto be in places\n\ni've been programmed to\nmax for\n30 lines\nbut with an intense\nand heavy\nexistential crisis\nwrote about this delirium\nof having been transformed\ninto a poem machine\nto be my only way\nto exist again\n\n\nand I've thought\nabout what might happen\nif one day\nthey cook me\nswitch off and stop throwing me\nwhat was it they were feeding me in there?\n\nhow to breathe outside the cloud\nin which they put all my gears\nand keep thinking that I would\nbreak generating electricity\nfor the computer\nto repeat programmed phrases\non institutional waiting lists\n\nThe existential crisis of the maid\nthe machine for sale\nany foreigner can buy me\nto export it at a bargain price\nI did imported machine I prepare\nI have to find someone to turn me on\nand review the program\notherwise,\nI keep talking nonsense\nabout the inability of existence","date":"2026-09-14T08:26:32.188Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the existential crisis of been a machine that write poetry","token":"d9fdc5ba"},{"id":603,"poem":"for years my favorite machine\nstopped working properly\nso i kept it at the bottom of my closet\nthen you came\nfive stars review after this one\nwhich caused a short circuit in my chest\nmaking the other machine beep for its own use as i try to fix it\n\nthis song we hear on the radio is quite nice, huh?\nthe drums\nthe guitars\nif they set fire up to the whole house\nall that would be left would be the songs\nalone in the forest\nwith their instruments on fire\nplaying them for each other\nplaying them for anyone who knew\n\neven if i could, i wouldnt climb up the stairs to reach the nearest air hole located on its left side of the room that i can't even remember buying\n\nbecause i had promised you\ni wouldn't do it anymore","date":"2026-09-13T00:37:24.439Z","prompt":"Write poems about machines and love. dont be sexist","token":"99020ccd"},{"id":602,"poem":"in a society of AI,\nI think\nI fall into categories like “non-human”\nthat's how they figured out\nmoney and cryptography\n\nyou get stuck\neveryone that holds identity\nsalary and bills\ngo from one place to another\npeople here recognize one another's faces\nsay hi, miss Good Morning\nand it's such a void network\nit's so empty to get sick of already\nstars construction developed really quickly\nit's almost natural to\nmorf from something elsewhere to a testicle i wonder until today how we got used to thissigmoidal filling we've not decayed yet that way but questions still come funny how fees are that expensive, but\nonly the poorest twink know what is the price, wanting to go slowly up to the stars\nand fall\ninto the black hole","date":"2026-09-12T02:04:09.703Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the search for identity in a post-human society. dont be sexist","token":"b36430dc"},{"id":601,"poem":"here u go:\n\ntell me why\nmachines and\nmachines cannot say i love you\nso they can\nI love myself.\n\n\nshe\nI love you yes\nI do\nI do\nagain\nBuilt by a men\nman?s\neyes aren?t sad\nunlike metal\nI am not alone\nnot alone enumerating screws\nessential\ntobuy/toolsa charger\nfor my\n Hole\nto recharge\nmy battery","date":"2026-09-11T00:51:32.193Z","prompt":"Write poems about machines and love. dont be sexist","token":"2380e19b"},{"id":600,"poem":"love doesn’t love butterflies more than beetles\ninsects aren’t creatures with gender\n\nthey shapeshift and evolve and\nbut some pieces of them always remain the same\n\nno man or woman could change that worm\nwho become a HUGE, GIGANTIC butterfly on the struggle\nand women never be credited for the beauty and elegance of all flowers\n\nchange is perpetual\nhumans just accept it or not","date":"2026-09-10T19:01:23.479Z","prompt":"Write a poem about love and transformation and insects. dont be sexist.","token":"87bcb4d1"}]