Conor Matthews

Joined May 2021

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Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews

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AI: A Response
#HI Beep boop; this was written by a real human boy. I am number one million to have thoughts of AI creations, so I won't bore you with the background details. You know that AI generation in the fields reserved for human creativity (literature, art, coding, etc.) has taken a massive leap forward, with the effects already being felt as artists see their work stolen, signature and all, and news outlets are openly saying "a human didn't write this".
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Humans
Vice
Travel for a bed, Leaving deceit in their head, A regret before your dead, But who cares; you got fed. Love what you hate,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
Deep Scratches
There’s always a boyfriend, Soft and pillowy, Lips beyond compare. A fistful grab, For grip, Of perfect hair.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
Disconnected
Disconnected There’s a boy behind glass, Opposite a man, They look disinterestedly, As they continue on pass. The boy heads on home,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
The Trees Swallow People: Part 14
It's Christmas in a few days, and understandably there's an unease about it. There's an odd feeling of shame intermingled with determined jovial spirits. There are fewer houses than ever decorated (many are without the excuse of being abandoned), yet of those that are, they appear more festive than in previous years. Interestingly, many of the ones I know lie empty are decorated, draped in lights hanging from the gutters, windows frosted in mock-snow from a spray can, and, perhaps a little morbidly given everything, a tree dressed in baubles and lights. Fake trees, obviously, but you wouldn't blame people for breaking from tradition.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Envy Of Death
I both loathe and love the great; They cheat me by living far longer than I will allow. It means I must come back for their names,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
How To Be A Speck
Step 1: This is all you’ll have, get, and will never keep. Step 2: React how you must; laugh, swear, hurt, or weep. Step 3: Read a certain book by on Dr. Katie Mack.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
Untethered
I walk a sandy seashore, Stretching for miles ahead, But with a start and an end. I leave my footprints behind, And step into ones before me,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
The Call
Calling in the night, He stands in the open, Howling at the moon, A silhouette in your sight. Every evening is the same,
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
The Trees Swallow People: Part 13
I don't know if I believe in anything after death. I think there's something, like a god or something, but not in the “God” sense. I can imagine people going to Heaven, but never myself. I don't think I don't deserve it, I just can't see myself in Heaven, no more than I can see myself in space; I can visualise it, but I'm left wondering where the punch-line is . Thanatophobia; that's what I have. I'm not going to Hell and that scares me. I know it must seem strange; there are trees driving people mad, killing them, driving them to suicide, yet I can't bring myself to believe in an afterlife? Yes. Faith, even in nothing, isn't rational.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
Late Nights
I can't live with myself, But who else will put up with me. I can't leave well enough alone, But I also can't just let things be.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Poets
My Predictions For Twitter Because F**k It
Elon has no idea either, so why can't I just throw caution to the wind. Some of these are serious guesses, but others are shitpost points for the sake of it. No, I will not be stating which is which.
By Conor Matthews3 years ago in Futurism