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[fightingbymoonlight]

Seeing people I know and like using AI is making me understand the protagonists of those old time sci fi dystopia's.

"Oh I don't normally use AI, I just wanted it to plan my trip"

You lived on this planet for decades, you know what you like, there are hundreds of websites where you can type into any search engine " things to do in [area]" and have at least a hundred different options.

"Oh I only use it so I can figure out what to make during the week with what I have"

The most popular website as you type in "recipes" into google have sections where you click dinner- quick and easy and those usually rely on staples + 1 or 2 items. I found 30 recipes on chicken alone.

"I had a writing idea, so I typed a few sentences into Chat GPT and I was able to write 20 pages with it."

Youdidn'twriteit.Youdidn'twriteit.youdidn'twriteit.youdidn'twriteit.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.YOUDIDN'TWRITEIT.

[melodyross]

in your embrace i am not

which might mean i am you

and therefore

if i kill you, i kill myself.

i see my father every time

an elderly man walks past me

with a hateful look in his eyes

i am as shy as a teenage boy

i am as angry as a man

i am a man in the body of a teenage girl

and if i kill myself i might die.

but who cares about a girl

who sees no difference between

a murder and a kill

maybe she is the killer

but who is the victim?

[melodyross]

i am a clown retelling a tragedy

everybody looks past me

maybe if i were a ballerina

they would look at my bloody feet

and clap, clap, clap...

what a crap.

but my pain does not matter

since it does not bring beauty

it only brings tragedy

tragedy that does not even make you cry.

i loved him like poets love a pen

i hated him like poets hate a pen.

i loved him and i despised how

he made me feel - worthless

beyond repair

i was a clown.

clown that does even make you laugh

and it was enough reason

to make my death seem fortunate -

i do not even have a grave

not a name - i am just dead.

just like a moth dying underneath your hand.

[melodyross]

you sit in the dark singing

hoping they are going to

hear you

maybe for the last time

maybe for the first time -

you do not even remember which.

you should be dead by now

it should have killed you

all these years spent

waiting for them to come back

but they never will

you know that by now

you will never

ever

forget how sweet they sounded

when you were stuck

in the snowstorm.

the ice should have

frozen the blood in your veins

yet you remained

and you will live off your guilt

until they come

to collect your bones.

[melodyross]

I dreamt about starring in an old movie

dancing like a ballerina and dressing

like a drug addict too depressed to be cool

I turned and turned around my room

breaking my arms and breaking my promises

The whole time I was holding up a bucket with cold water

shaking, trying to hold it up, and never let go

I should have given up

and let the water soak into me.

My dress got dirty from the lies I spread

like a spider waiting for a bug to eat

Yet nobody ever stopped by

I got too hungry and desperate

An artist unable to save himself

Or maybe just a hopeless addict

But nobody cared enough to make a difference

It does not matter, it does not matter

Of course, it does not

If nobody looks.

[melodyross]

This is not an ask, but I think you're the sweetest girl I've come across in years. Please don't harm yourself. You have a gift--your poetry. It's not the kind of thing that will make you millions, but it's very important to old fools like me, and it must be significant to others who can think and feel. I admire you for pursuing your art and for being who you are.

thank you so much, your words really make me feel better about everything. and sometimes i do not really hate myself even that much, it is just that sometimes the world gets too heavy and my eyes fail to see the good people in the world. and it is not often that somebody really sees me. i feel like most people look past me really. but thank you, you are really sweet and you motivate me to write more :)) have a wonderful evening.

[tetitasdelimon]

top 5 horror movies

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

-the concept of working my whole life

[melodyross]

i am tired of being afraid

going through each of my veins

finding mistakes, past lovers

telling myself: you will be free one day.

i am tired

to death

so how come

am i alive still?

i wish i could get into a bathtub

and the ceiling would crush my skull

i wish poison would take me out

just like a thunder deep in the night

i am too tired to die

the devil cursed me to survive it all

if only i could give my life

to someone who could maybe

find joy in this chaos

i am too tired to scream

but it would make no difference

everybody is only pretending

not to hear.

[melodyross]

I no longer eat or smile

I no longer bear the weight

of closing my eyes.

You are hugging me from behind

I cannot hold back my tears

while you say the truth

I choke on my breath

Oh, grandmother, how the past changed you

your body turning into dust

Your daughter killing your son

Your husband beating you up

and me, the child left behind.

The crown serves no purpose

If the blood always stains the snow

and my bloody body bleeds

right into the water where you drowned me.

you hold my hair up while I vomit

from the fear of him standing on our doorstep

you are more of a stranger

than the man on the TV

you are more of a criminal than a serial killer

Forgiveness - a foreign word

Maybe we are too old to know

to know what we knew and what we will

or maybe we won't ever...

Either way, our graves

will never find peace.

[melodyross]

I might be a thousand miles from you

I might be dead before the morning

kills the night and pulls my hair

My father would say it is just

ill luck, mistake of the fate

But now I know it was all me.

Maybe one day I will turn into a swan

and fly into your open arms

into a golden cage

but for now, I will hide my broken legs

my sleepy hands reaching for blankets

my fingers turning into little moons

on my skin bearing the pain of

imperfection.

My lips will sing the tales of many

while my body falls to the ground

my shoes were too small

my clothes too big

I hate you for creating me

I am an endless nightmare

motionless beast.

Yet now I am flying down onto

All the heads staring at me

with utter disgust

I am falling - not behind but beyond

I am not a swan but a bird without wings

My anchor sentenced me to death

merciless jury

whose guilt got the best of him.

[j-train13]

Astronauts are so funny man. Here's just a couple of things I've found hilarious from this past week of space stuff:

It's probably already been spread around here enough already, but in case anyone's missed it; 7 hours after launch, commander Reid Wiseman, dealing with tech issues, uttered the generational quote "I have two Microsoft Outlooks and neither one of those are working."

After fixing the issues that were afflicting the onboard toilet, mission specialist Christina Koch (who has quickly become my favourite of the four) laughingly said “I’m the space plumber, I’m proud to call myself the space plumber.”

On Easter Sunday, the Artemis II crew hosted a makeshift egg hunt, by hiding packets of dehydrated scrambled eggs around their Orion capsule.

The way the crew always makes sure to make it very clear they're in space when doing interviews. From stuff like Wiseman just hanging out floating sideways on screen or Koch letting her hair loose so it can freely span out flowing around her.

While in transit, the crew decided to record a parody of those bad 80s sitcom intros where everyone turns and smiles at the camera.

When the crew reached the furthest point from Earth in the mission, they jokingly clambored over each other in an effort to get to the far side of the capsule, so that they could individually claim to be the furthest person from earth.

At the same time, on the ISS which was at the time on the other side of earth, the 7 astronauts onboard had a light-hearted race to the far side of the station, making jokes about being the furthest humans from Artemis.

On the way back to earth, NASA actually managed to establish an audio call between the crews of the ISS and Artemis II (where they shared the above info), and Koch called one member of the ISS crew, Jessica Meir, her "astro-sister" as the two of them previously spacewalker together in 2019. Meir then responded I'm so happy that we are back in space together, even if we are a few miles apart" (a few here being 230,000).

While Jeremy Hansen was doing an interview, Wiseman and Koch were just in the background swatting the mission mascot (a little moon plush toy named Rise) back and forth between each other.

[melodyross]

My ribs are too heavy for

my silver skeleton

my words are too much to carry

for my foolish tongue

I am way above high school

yet too undereducated for kindergarten.

He called the police on me

while I wandered drunk

through his garden at 3AM

screaming what he used to

whisper in my ear

when I was way too young

to know he was too close.

I screamed: "Hey, father!"

take me to the moon

it is too lonely down here

Hey, Dad, I turned out just like you

don't let me die

take me to the moon.

And if I have to disappear for Her

to go away, I will

if I have to climb the sky

to get Her smell out of my hair

I will, I will climb to the moon

Father, take me to the moon.

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

[melodyross]

I will say I always loved

moving from place to place

(it is even in my name)

But I will always cling to the thought

I am going to find a house to stay

And I hope that the next time

Someone asks whether I feel at home

I won't reply: "I do not know how that feels."

'cause I am a stranger everywhere I go

and every bit of love feels only lent

When will I need to return it?

So I always say no thanks

and move again.

Yet I miss the rain and I miss the breeze

the hand that used to gently play with my hair

the lips that used to wake me up

nothing will ever feel like home

but god, I never wished for anything else.

So I let the prayers stain the grass

The carpets in my elementary school

and my old t- shirt

I let it snow in winter and wander through the summers

in the hope that somebody is going to find it

and hide me in his pocket.

In hopes someone will want me to stay.

[melodyross]

The Glow of Indigo (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/409354126-the-glow-of-indigo?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=melodyy_ross Immortality might be a dream of fragile humans, but a nightmare to the Gods. Can immortality even be truly achieved? And what do you have to pay for it? Welcome to a world of the ocean, jellyfish, and death.

[melodyross]

I did not want the fire or the heat

I just wanted the warmth and the sun

But as your skin touched mine

Blood started pouring out of my mouth

I already saw myself in a white dress

You walking beside; kissing my forehead

But you wanted what was underneath

My surface, what was not visible

to your eyes.

You wanted to own it and have it

Every time you lie in bed

And I shook with fear

from what your fingers might bring.

So I set fire to the pillows and my skin

to turn it all to ash - the begging

the just once please

Just bear it for a moment

because apparently, my clothes

It was never enough for you.

[melodyross]

I was so sad I forgot to cry

And I was so mean

I forgot what love tastes like

It melts on your tongue

just like a snowflake

And you cannot find it again.

Or maybe I just could not

Find you again

You and your faith

and your eyes full of despair

How beautiful it must be

to be your wife

to listen to you talk about nothing

How tiring it must be

to be your father

and scold you for all your flaws.

But I was not her or him

I am not kind and I do not watch over you

I just wanted to give you a piece of myself

Nobody ever got to see.

I was just a tiny bit of the mosaic you built

Only one of the beggars on your street.