Poems on Auto Pilot

On the night of my 23rd birthday, I had a rather disturbing nightmare. I found it difficult to fall back asleep. In order to calm myself down, I started to mess around with the auto suggestions on my phone.

The phrases came out familiar and poetic. It revealed how often I expressed hopelessness, depression, and loss via texting as I did with my own poetry. The autopoems were vague, minimalistic expressions of self-deprivation and failure. I feel like this will be an interesting way to experiment with poetry and learn to take on a kind of modernist tone.

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I’m just an idiot I just hope that I will do not a bad thing but I’m still not sure how I am doing this again

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I just hope he doesn’t get the job done for the rest of his life

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Yeah that’s why you can’t even get it off the game and then you can play with multiple players on the wifi connection

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I hope you can find me and my friends with me

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Yeah that’s fine but I guess I’ll just give up on you

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Do it for me. Do it for you. Do it for the rest of the night or something like that

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Can you tell if I’m not a fan or not even with the game I just don’t know how much it takes me