Author: Tansy Gunnar
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Poem 616
The content reflects on the contrast between thoughtful writing and machine replication, highlighting societal challenges in communication and ideology.
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My Daughter’s Song “#11”
Today my 13-year-old submitted a song for one of Max’s challenges. I’m proud of her. She did really well. I showed her the challenge last night. I had no idea what the style was. She created her song in about two hours. The chat was supportive of her, and she felt joy with the outcome…
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Poem 111
The poem is a reflection about how self-perception is warped by the opinion of others. Even long after someone has exited the scene, sometimes they leave behind seeds of self-deceit. The poem is unfinished because it is unedited and free form. Lies we tell ourselves, From… Perception-based biases. Self-righteous venom spewed, Projected… In our direction. …
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If fate or destiny is real, my apologies… it’s best to avoid me. I’m disgustingly ugly and disappointing. An appearance so grotesque that my own mother can’t bear to look at me. Sorry.
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“Heart, are you BROKEN?”
Blood pressure logging every few hours, determines when to take tapered medications. Years ago the heart was hyper, now it’s hypo. The stress and tension rarely mentioned has manifested in opposite directions.
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Poetic Prose 465
You may hate me, but I refuse to hate you. Nor, the emotionally immature point of view. Do you know what hate truly means? You’re probably just masking pain or insecurity. So… blessings!
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Poem 455
Bending backwards, lifting others from the crashing wave. Stretching my hand, holding on to stone wrapped in vine. Love entwined with the divine. I needed guidance but only got silence, everyone Casually faded away. Voyage drifting, alas land… Many moons, but not over… now closer to home. A thick forest with evergreens. Searching for shelter,…
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Poem 633
Does his soul feel like it knows me already? Like an eternal thing, making his mind unsteady? Does he try figuring out how to get to me? Does he think about leveraging responsibilities, and commitment juggling? I don’t want him to suffer like that. I don’t want anyone to suffer to love me. I’d rather them…
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Poem 452
The Heart Pumps Mostly Glorified Water Quick to learn and adapt, Slow to understand how to be loved back. Doubt… water-miscible, spreads through the veins. All they have known is pain.
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Perfectly Human 