A collection of poetry visualized through AI art.
The Poem
In the uncertainty that is September when the monsoon god reigns only when he can remember, you are my silver streak of awesomeness. As beautiful as the glowing memories of a bonfire emitting from the last remaining ember.
Cruel, selfish, magnanimous and tender.
Ineffable. I love you. I would have written a platinum song dedicated to you if I was able. But I am neither superman nor Clark Gable. Instead, I will promise you something psychotically stable.
No matter how bumpy the ride, I'll be your fender. No matter how broken your smile, I'll be your mender. No matter how wobbly your stride, I'll never give up on you. I will n...