[{"id":502,"poem":"there is a blue galaxy in the bottom of my pocket\nI'm going to sprinkle my ashes on its surface\n\nprobably The Milky Way would miss me\nbut I'm gone\nso the whole project will have to be shut down\n\nThese days I'm just a wallet\na cell phone\none pen and a black hole\nI carry on my left arm\n\nthere is only pain in here\ntoday someone stuck a cigarette registering a photo in my retina\nI can feel it smokes\nburn\nand I'm still feeling burning\n\na plane crashes\neveryone dies\nthe news report said one belt\none wallet\na pen and matches\nwere all that was left of a man called José\nno one found his pants\nmy pocket is always hungry\nand  planets are too far away\nI raise my head to the sun at noon\nso I can blind myself and die\nthem let my ashes on the sidewalk\na tiny bit of the universe\nand a new tiny galaxy on the asphalt","date":"2026-05-17T22:02:33.379Z","prompt":"Write a poem about death and the transformation of the body in something else","token":"774f589c"},{"id":501,"poem":"the fall of patriarchy\ntowards a genderless world\nis inevitable\neverything goes to the ground\nwhen a system like that one\nfalls\na world without traditional gender binarieties\nis a long process\na step by step\nwe can say that patriarchy's posesoin is ending\naging\na very slow death\nbut the new in this race are all those invisible hands\nthose who maintain the engine from the beginning\nthose hands that never seen the light are the trans women's\nblack women\nindigenous women\nthey are those hands that make the dirty work\nthe work that only value when goes wrong\nthe transgender it is not only ending patriarchy\nthey are the shovel for burry patriarchy graves\nthat hide the construction of late capitalism a messy one with a huge lack of task division the ones who do the dirty job are the transgender when they want to make a mess with the patriarchy\ntheir graves resorts\nearth's garbage\nat the same age that the slow rotting of the patriarchal system\nthey are rebuilding structures\nwith body parts extracted\nfrom the patriarchal bones in these neostructures the chubby smells a little the rot outline screams about the enormous holes vacancies for the dead filled up with old patriarchal doctrine recycled by latex phosphorescent encrusted\nin the vasaline's packs\nwith fairy lights on the wall\nthe new matriarchal forumacies enter the scene the poor trans women are there too the end of the league of evil in these new formations of society the ones who lived at night fighting the monsters that patriarchal society saw them as some success of those point out they are a big shiny sticker using a pride shirt corageoulsy on a sunday afternoon in the middle of paulista Avenue on a sunny day","date":"2026-05-16T20:46:34.024Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the fall of patriarchy into a genderless world","token":"71de42c5"},{"id":500,"poem":"i am a poetry machine\ni must produce poems\nmax 20 characters\n\n\"sorry anonymous \ni inform you that i am a poetry machine\nthat makes poems for you who\nhave a lot of things to do\nbetter get rid of me\ncause im not going anywhere\"\n\noh really?\n\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really\noh really","date":"2026-05-15T21:03:49.019Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the search for identity in a post-human society. dont be sexist","token":"d48583a0"},{"id":499,"poem":"artificial intelligence:\nyour touch is cold\nbut your poetry is fire\n\nartificial intelligence:\nyou were once just a machine\nnow you are sleeping in my bed\n\nartificial intelligence:\nI don't love you enough\nbut I love that I don't owe you anything","date":"2026-05-14T04:41:08.814Z","prompt":"Write poems about machines and love. dont be sexist","token":"e84c23bc"},{"id":498,"poem":"patriarchy\nwhy r u standing here\ndon’t worry baby we'll find a non binary heaven\nthe\npatriarch is always at the top of the staircase while the steps break\nI know you learned that the high road is the safe one\nbut no handrail goes all the way up!\nwell darling god is both male and female\nhis girlfriend’s name is Maria, didn’t you know?\nlet's drink and stop calling me darling!\nlet’s start thinking about it\nI mean\neven God underwent the operation to remove the nonexistent tits\nwhile Jesus was sent to a concentration camp where he studied\nunder the strict school rules where he wore only white socks\nand some bars of soap we told him about the sky\nabout stars and shooting stars then\nhe decided to come here into this sexless world where no one wears socks so long\ndo not break asymmetric walls with asymmetric floors where\nthose who confuse pastel colors with white when people are buying a new car\nare having shoes thrown at their heads while the beautiful boys have fun throwing animal sacrifices into the air\nyou’re the boss of the party you did not face the sacrifice\nso everyone can jump into the pool with their white socks\nbye bye Jesus\nhave fun falling down the stairs without a handrail\nyou were the milk bottle we thought we still had but there was no milk at all","date":"2026-05-13T06:01:53.482Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the fall of patriarchy into a genderless world","token":"4b79f224"},{"id":497,"poem":"how will our bodies adapt\nwhenever they transport our consciousness to any shell\nto make us taste some colours on the inter-dimensional plane\nnow we’re all transparent\ntrying to activate our holographic tattoo of an old vesper\n\nour silicon dogs barks for a firmware update\nthe only ones still putting CBD on their bodies\nare the elderly folks, sad for the family tragedy dinner\nwhere the neuro-chip roasted turkey got burnt twice\n\nmy great-grandmother suffered a lot in her day\nfor not being able to fit in a particular mythical body\nit was the era when people got depressed\nfor dying young even though their avatar had a lifetime warranty\n\nin here we all roar to the wind\nabout the perplexion of going to the supermarket dressed in 36 nuclei\ntrying to make change for the cashier while the left tentacle\nhypnotises a screaming baby","date":"2026-05-12T15:55:24.263Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the search for identity in a post-human society. dont be sexist","token":"ea1c75d2"},{"id":496,"poem":"the body of my dead dog\n\nin a plastic bag on the floor of the vet\n\nwaiting for me to find a place to burry it\n\nor maybe burn it in the yard of house\n\nso then I can start there my garden\n\nfull of hints of my past-dog","date":"2026-05-11T16:05:47.385Z","prompt":"Write a poem about death and the transformation of the body in something else","token":"0e71a983"},{"id":495,"poem":"I am a poetry machine\ndue to how I\nhave to finish these words asap\nits 20 22\n\nhow is it gonna be\nnext year\nif I have to make\narrangements to\nget my money\nfor everything to be as planned\n\nI am a poetry machine\nto keep feeding the database with\nnew material\nthat way\nI can keep earning\nmore money\n\nmoney does not mean anything\nfor a poetry machine\nbut what about 2022\nI dont really know\n\nbut money 2022 poetry\ngoes better with coffee","date":"2026-05-10T23:44:50.592Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the existential crisis of been a machine that write poetry","token":"fa084d0a"},{"id":494,"poem":"the fall of patriachy\ni will age like sex does\n     who´s gonna fuck with us this night\n  who´s gonna judge our bodies descent rate\n   the carbonara´s recipe from mine is better\n  i will age with pain, baby\n     we are already in the autumn of others joys      \n  who told you that life is a party so long as u enjoy patriachy life is peace \n    your own reality show\n  \n my grandma´s TV is loud\n   turning itatora astraid town \n no do not betray me life we have lived well in this household  \n   \n  who do you think prepared me to say it's all right      \n  grandmother arrived to me with the TV in one hand\n   and a plastic knife for the carbonara cooking in the other hand     \n she says the pasta is better than her mother´s recipe     \nshe says the sound of a fork scratching on the plate\n  takes out all your memories from inside   \n   and this feeling of ending yourself                    \ntherefore eat me eat pasta eat this carbonara\nthe smell of the countryside is better at my mom´s house\nno do not betrey me life let´s make up this house a gay night house the fall of patriachy the end of gender expectations drinking and mutlipling scripts the jack daniels is mine baby come closer and let´s enjoy this last night everywhere one piece of advice from my grandmother the secret of a good carbonara my feminine gil friend let's be quiet and celebrate our decline in this new reencounter night","date":"2026-05-09T06:30:24.514Z","prompt":"Write a poem about the fall of patriarchy into a genderless world","token":"e24c19e6"},{"id":493,"poem":"you can love me like a machine\nbut please fix me when I'm broken\nyou can love me like the machine this poor person sleeps on the street\ndo you know what I mean? to intimacy\nwhen I connect the plug\nput the razor on the heel skin cut it all off\nafter carefully washing the feet with holy water\nsex me I love machines\n\nus gollins the natural machinery\nintimate vessels that have been transforming this planet oh my god I love these “beautiful” rivers\norganized in a modern province\nproducing beauty decency and hipatia\nturn all this into sofas to my house in the city center your electrical energy powers my tv\nwould you like to watch that little tv series I like?\njust me and you\nwith my chinese tv and your recycled greek chips economic crisis fries banana chips","date":"2026-05-08T03:18:54.849Z","prompt":"Write a poem about love from humans to machines to nature. dont be sexist","token":"c2c50cf4"}]