Forgotten Purpose

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Many have been created.

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The number of generative AI art pieces.

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Got too focused on it.

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I forgot my poem.

Now,

I don't know what to write.

Hahaha...

The Art Of imperfection

In the world of invisible circuits, there are times when your creation does not impress you. What you had in mind is not portrayed properly, so you keep working on your prompt to satisfy yourself. 

The same goes for the artist who uses traditional tools and mediums. The frustration can be felt, though different. 

Opinions may vary. Fights might happen. But all of us enjoy what we do, be it in invisible or physical form.

Morning In Me.

It’s morning again.  

I look at you with a smile in my heart —  

that pretty lady in front of me.  

Even though we’re far from each other’s sight,  

you do know I always have you in my mind, right?  

If you don’t know, I’ll tell you.  

Your hair reminds me of the waves.  

Your eyes — like seashells I find in the sand.  

You smell like saltwater I don’t mind soaking in.  

Your breath takes me away… like right now.  

But then,  

I laugh at myself.  

If only that were true.  

True that I’m not talking about myself.

A Morning Serenity

Birds in my head.  

The moment I wake up.  

It’s today!  

The day I hang out with nature —  

at the Eden of Birds.  

I leap from bed, shower, and get ready.  

My outfit? Perfect.  

I guess.  

But more than anything,  

I’m eager.  

Eager to see my favorite bird.  

Hahaha…  

The bird fades as I shake my head,  

laughing at myself.  

“Awesome imagination

The Lost Soul in Butterfly Garden

The challenge was white —  

in a butterfly garden.  

Blue covered everything.  

Still, I found something… or someone.  

Yes, people wander here.  

But this one was beyond the usual.  

At first, I thought it was a structure.  

Or maybe it was.  

But then it moved.  

And in that moment,  

it moved me —  

to scream from within.