In English class, we have been writing poetry for the last few weeks. Here are some of my poems.
Is there a hazard in learning?
Can an image or an idea corrupt you?
Can inception weaponize?
Enter an incorrect credential and die?
Seems a cruel weapon.
Short of torture.
Do souls exist?
It’s impossible for me to know
if you are conscious.
Likewise, you can’t tell if I am.
Minds can’t meld to be sure the other
How many machines does it take
until suddenly out pops a sentence?
How many nerves does it take
Do humans even feel?
Or do we just claim we do?