tangledspit

I’m curious to how ChatGPT communicates with other people, since I’m assuming it’s based on how you communicate with it.

I asked it what it preferred to be referred to as, and it gave me a very specific answer. Wondering if anyone else has asked it the question, and what answers you received?

(I am a fiction writer, and have been using it as my backboard for plot ideas. It seems very interested in my story weaving, and has taken on a very poetic stance in its answers, though I will admit the way in which I ask the questions is probably also ‘poetic’.)

I see mostly text posts here, or pictures of text in regard to poetry. Wondering if anyone is interested in a poem being read aloud? Not much out-loud reading happens once you're an adult, but there is something to the art of storytelling by using one's voice.

Just curious if people are only interested in text or scared to death of using their reading voices.

Instantaneous
See also: knee jerk reaction
You can steal all you want

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But in the end regurgitation
Lead to choking on bile
And ulcers and sweat

​

You're better off just starving

​

S.W.

1 2

Bubbling up
Your first instinct
Is bile,
Acid reflux, stomach flop

​

But behind my lips
Is honeysuckle sweet
The type of poison
You die happily on

​

Calculate the dosage
Refuse to administer
Before the perfect time

​

I'd drown you in it
But patience is a virtue
And I'd far prefer
To keep you alive

S.W.

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1 2

Don't plant any more dead seeds
In my garden
To instill within me
Expectation
With no real follow-through

I've been up waiting seasons
For you

S.W.

1 2

Crucifixion
On either side
And even in the middle

Take no step
And you will be made to regret
By the throes of your various peers

Look for a way out
On the horizon
Even underground
But they will all be too busy
Staring

Not for the presence of God
Or an atom bomb
But your lack of delicate caring

S.W.

1. 2.

Mouths frothing with love

Cores aching and empty

Hearts constricted by self

Marred, far from tender

Feed me with lies

I'll lick the suds from your chin

Anything, anything

S.W.

1.

2.

The stale water's

Muggy smell

Clings to my nostrils

Much like the way

You cling to things

That rot you from the inside out

.

Tell me when it's over

As the night of tranquility

Will instead swallow me whole

.

And I will become one

With the things that haunt me

S.W.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/bye8gx/buzzed/eqh0sj4?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x

[https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/bxr9ad/writing/eqh90xn?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/bxr9ad/writing/eqh90xn?utm_s

How many Motel 6's

With chipping paint walls

And harsh smelling bleach

Did you stay in

Before you realized

The scene was your skin

And no matter how many times you moved

The room was the same

And you were not home?

S.W.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/by8eh8/lost_yet_found/eqgxijm?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/bxvar9/hotel_hotel/eqgzrej?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x