breath frigid, stillborn;
beyond the tattered veil a
face like yours, but not.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Oooh, this gave me chills. Congratulations on your win, Raistlin!👏
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
More stories from Raistlin Allen and writers in Poets and other communities.
rustling like the shells of discarded dead insects, your nails on my skin.
By Raistlin Allen5 months ago in Poets
Do I do the last of you justice? Or have I swept away the embers That burned on your deathbed, Replaced them with something
By Silver Daux2 days ago in Poets
Understanding is the purpose. 📚✏️🧠🔍📖🎓 This poem is about teaching and clear speech. That lessons are for understanding, not admiration.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin4 days ago in Poets
In order to understand where we are and where we are going, we need to understand where we were first. - Susan Fourtane Could a human behaviour simulator be embedded into a robot or online avatar to the point that it’s hard to distinguish between a real person or artificial intelligence? Scientists have been upping the stakes in this “Turing test” for years, to the point that human-mimicking programmes are ready to answer tricky questions, assist people with online shopping or be companions.
By Susan Fourtané about 16 hours ago in Futurism
Comments (2)
Oooh, this gave me chills. Congratulations on your win, Raistlin!👏
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊