#poems by ai

[catschasingstars]

guys I asked ai to write a poem about shifting realities and it's just lovely:))

 In the realm of the unknown, where shadows play, I find myself lost, in a world of gray. But then I see, a glimmer of light, A chance to shift, to a new reality tonight.

I take a deep breath, and let go of the pain, And step into the unknown, with a heart that's not in vain. I find myself in a world, where love is real, Where every moment, is a chance to feel.

I see the beauty, in every place, And the love that's waiting, in every face. I feel the warmth, of a new sun's rays, And the joy that's overflowing, in every way.

I live with things, that I love and adore, And experience exciting things, that I've never known before. With my partner by my side, we dance and sway, In perfect harmony, in every moment of the day.

We laugh and love, and live in the moment, And every day, is a chance to make it count. We explore the world, and all its wonders, And every moment, is a chance to discover and to ponder.

I know that this reality, may shift and change, But I can always return, to this world so strange. For in the depths of my heart, I hold the key, To this wondrous place, where I'm truly free.

And though the moments may seem to fade, I know that this reality, will never be betrayed. For in the infinite expanse, of this shifting plane, I'll always find my way, back to this domain.

[tracesofdevotion]

I took a creative writing class my freshman year and the amount of students who used AI for their work was astounding. and I honestly don’t get it. why sign up to be in a CREATIVE WRITING class if you need to rely on AI to write for you. it’s stupid.

people like the writer aesthetic but dont want to put work into actually improving their writing. joining a creative writing class? oh! that’s a perfect way to improve! that’s why I joined the class. oh? you joined because you wanted something to brag about to your friends and family? that’s STUPID. people are STUPID.

and who knows, maybe one day these people might become actual “writers���. maybe they’ll spend enough time on chatGPT to get something that even comes close to resembling the blood sweat and tears that other authors—real authors put into their writing. maybe they’ll become famous for it. become a staple in history. meanwhile all the writers who actually cared about writing are left behind without a pot to piss in.

“oh this is so good!” it’s actually miles and miles of code. it’s laziness wrapped in pretty words topped with the pen name of a STUPID person.

[unacuentasecreta]

“No matter who I’m in love with, you’re my only hero, Nana.”

Nana, Ai Yazawa.

[sincerelyjulesstuff]

"I would rather die of passion than boredom"

-Van Gogh-

[junkbrainz]

and the universe said i love you because you are love.

[year24groupedits]

Gilbert Cocteau from the manga "Kaze to Ki no Uta" (1976-1984) by Keiko Takemiya

[victoriademedici]

HOUSE OF BERNADOTTE (EST. 1818)

In grand palaces they reside, The Swedish royal family with grace and pride. Their lineage stretching far and wide, A legacy of power by their side. King and queen, princes and princesses, Adorned in jewels and lavish dresses. Their every move watched by the masses, Living a life filled with opulent excesses. The crown passed down for generations, A symbol of their noble stations. Duty and honor their obligations, Serving their people with dedication. A fairy tale brought to life, In a world of class and strife. The royal family shines so bright, Guiding a nation with their regal light. Long may they reign in splendor, In a world where their rule will never end. The royal family, a symbol so tender, Forever cherished, forever their kingdom defend.

[virgininorbit]

‘I want someone to tell me what to believe in’

[verum-artifex]

Nova's radiance, like dawn's first light,

Onyx's depth, a starless night.

Together they dance, both fierce and bright,

Guiding my hand, making art take flight.

[poeticartandai]

Black Obsidian

Moonless black obsidian skin, electrifying touch resuscitates lifeless hearts, intoxicating words drunken on the curvature of your body, amber fire inflames deep commanding eyes, the first glance the last chance for self control, a beginning ending with a kiss, lips pressed tightly with cosmic wisdom, no way out but in, a chance for life and luck of love, nor a peaceful death

[itcamefrombeneaththeblog]

A House of Many Colors

Come and See.

There's fire in the hearth

A gentle moan of settling wood,

The leering dead, remnants

Now settles the blood.

A woman gives a man a cup

Fresh blend with a shot of arsenic

Next to me he falls in plea

Her grinning mockery

Watch him die.

Coated in gore with a radiant smile

Appearing before me in flashes of panic

Confusion

Leering faces

The dread of unknown voices whispering

Far too close.

Let me be at least unaware

Lost in my endless repetition

Because I am so afraid

I dream so vividly

Conscious of intricacy

Let death at least be an end

And the voices whisper "It is not. Come and See."

Silence enraged

No sound escapes their pantomime of death,

Endless loops

Forever mute.

A fool am I

Living in desire

I have seen the end

Half remembered lies turn into memories

And truth fades

Loved ones faces become demonic

The sneer of youth, the eternal lie

For you will die so many times.

Come and See.

[tiredlazyfrog]

Credit to @mellon_soup on Pinterest for the pose reference.

This is the first in a series of artworks depicting myself as an avatar of each of the TMA entities. I have also written poems that accompany each work, which will be put under the cut if you are like Jon and dislike poetry not written by Martin.

The Web

I have spent far too long

being pulled and guided

in ways I did not want to go.

The most terrifying thing

is to not be in control.

Having decisions made on

your behalf, without regard

for what you want.

my mother puppets me

into the idea of a perfect daughter 

and I strain against the threads

but her web is far too strong

and I am not able to escape.

if I choose to tear myself free

I leave behind the others snared within.

She tells me that choosing myself

means that I will never see them again.

Manipulation is a powerful thing

and I am just a fly

twisting and turning in vain 

as the web draws tighter and tighter.

[crow-made-of-onyx]

"I want a diagnoses"

I tell my mother

" I want a dienoses"

and she reminds me

I already have accommodations

I try to explain the need

but all that comes out is a fed up

pleading scream

the words trapped and muffled in my throat

right on the tip of my nose

i cant seem to form a sentence

and she just gets annoyed

tears well in my eyes

overwhelmed from my brain

constantly reminding me

i will never know

who I'm meant to be

and will never be it

if i don't get diagnosed before 18

[trinalwilliams]

"We're all running to arrive... and when we arrive, we're running to remember where we started."

Tlw

[aubreykateofficial]

Hi fans ❤️

[alwayshinny]

Ginny Weasley - Happy birthday, queen! 👑