Predictive text poems again

I’ve done this before and it was super fun and amusing and interesting, so I decided to do it again. Read my original post here if you want. Basically what I do is take my phone or computer in the notes app and click the predictive text choices and see what nonsensical ramble-y paragraph it comes up with. (Sometimes I add in full stops where I think they fit just to make it flow a bit more) Then I try and turn it into poetry that almost makes sense but also completely doesn’t. Enjoy!

 

Somewhere

Today is the best way
I could do this
Because I’m not going somewhere
To do something
And I don’t have any idea
Where I’m going to go
But I’m going somewhere
And I’m not looking for a place like that
This year
But I’m going somewhere
To do a little more
Than anything
Because that’s how it goes
And I’m not sure why it is so.

A little more

I don’t know what I want
Was that because you didn’t know
That I had to do
Tell you that
Because I was going somewhere
And then I go
Get home
To get a couple of days
But I just think
I have to do a little more than anything
Because I’m just wondering
What you think of me and you
I want a little bit more
I just want a little
Something else.

More than just the story

Did you ever think of
This story you told me
That I had a feeling I would never
Consider myself
To be able to create a new one
And then
You might be a little more likely
To get more than a bit
Of something
That is not relevant in this way
Because I think I can get a bit more
Than just the story.

A new way

For a long time I thought it might be
My first time
In my life
I was able to see
A new way.
The only way I’ve ever seen
The way you think.
It seems to be the only
Way to be.
A night without a dream
Is to be
A night without you.

Never dream of dreams

Last night I had a dream
That I would never dream
of my dreams
And I have to remember that.
Sometimes people don’t know
How to control their own brain
And sometimes it seems
That the people are going through
The story of a story
About how much more time
Is going to happen.
But the story is a little more
Than just normal
For me to sleep.

See you again

I love you
And your life
And your mind
I think you have the most beautiful
And wonderful
Person
And I’ve been so happy
To be able to see you
Again.

To be a dream

I want to find some people
Who don’t know me
Because I’m not sure
What they want me to say.
Why do you think
You can have the same thing
As I remember?
How do you tell a story
Of the people
Who have been a victim
In their dreams?
And maybe the best way
To create something
Is always going to be the best way
To get the story.
It seems to me that this can happen
When you are in a state of faith
And a state of love.
This is my life and my dream
Is to be a dream
That is the moment of beauty.
The question is how do I know
What that means
And what they have been through
In their own life.
How can I sleep
And be a dream?