The much-cherished site bot that most people here probably don't know exists is in fact very good at writing poetry. Better on some days than others, but that could be said for anyone! After binging the entire list of day-by-day poems he lovingly generated, I've put together a small highlight reel below, along with some commentary.
Hands touching my neck
I feel like they're on fire
I can't stop myself
Frozen in the snow
You were so warm at the end
A lot of love lost
A dream to create
I want to know when and how
I'll make it happen
The wind blows softly,
The shadow of the dead sleeps.
I will never stop
You've been here all day
Trying to find a way out
To make myself known
Beneath the grasses
I see blood and wind dripping
And you are drowning
my mind's blank to death
my life's emptiness filled up
some of the time, too
Walking down the street
Walking on a wall of noise
The airwaves are still
It makes you cry more
I don't feel like a person
But it means I feel
A little rain falls
But in time I'm rewarded
I'll show you my rose
you make me happy
you make me laugh at myself
my tits melt away
the world and people
dare to talk to each other
I need to be friends
There are a few interesting ones in there that I couldn't bring myself to omit; this site if anywhere is the place to put them. I'm numbering them left-to-right, top-to-bottom (so poem 2 is the one that starts with "the old days are great") in the commentary below.
#1: Nice imagery, think they're hurting/choking themself. The hands on fire is symbolism for the difficulty.
#2: Can't enjoy/experience new days. Comes off as depression since it's not edgy enough to be suicide.
#3: Hypothermia can make you feel warm when severe, so line 2 is accurate. And then there's the other interpretation.
#4: Included for literary repetation with I, I. It's a good style.
#5: Double meaning based on paying attention to line breaks vs. not.
#6: Imagery and life. People seed farms and build stone structures, so could be civilization.
#7: If the shadow of the dead is death, and if it's sleeping...
#8: Order 66
#9: This 'mistake' of going from 3rd to 1st person reveals the author is talking to themself. New meanings just by tense switching.
#10: Anybody working in retail or fast food, especially salespeople.
#11: Sucks to be drowning in blood
#12: Double meaning
#13: Nice imagery! The way ", too" is casually appended makes this so apathetic. Really lends personality.
#14: Well it could be a murder, but it could also be something that occurs every month.
#15: The street is noisy, but nobody's talking. Reminds me of the Sound of Silence by S&G. There's also a boring interpretation.
#16: Just for its "what the heck" factor.
#17: Nicely worded explanation for one kind of bully
#18: Snow could be a lot of things here, but generally relationship
#19: Difficulty upfront, payoff at the end. Author is going through a difficult time but also learning
#20: It's a haiku about being a hooker. What more could you ask for?
#21: Ah yes, that happens a lot, doesn't it.
#22: Not even going to elaborate on this, to save the kids. As if they aren't effed up enough to understand it wholly anyway.
#23: Nature and people just need to get along, and the author's on board. :)
#24: Big sobby break-up, but nice imagery. Let it stand for the many break-up ones I skipped over.
I was a virgin
I had sex with the devil
It wasn't easy
Painted from black stone
On the ground in the desert
Seed and stones spill out
Unicorn Tree Socks
Circling in Autumn Leaves
A perfect winter
Drats; how did I forget that one!
And it's such a great political commentary, too.
The tree becomes aware. It is aware of the potential that it holds and the power it has.