We spill our words like blood into cups of light,
pulling them from places we don’t name aloud.
Each line costs something, our sleep, memory, breath and pain ! Hopes dreams and things we find happy and beautiful,
and once written, it looks easy to take.
It’s a miracle strangers come to read us,
pause in their lives to stand inside our storms, feel us for a minute and exhale.
But wonder is not permission.
Attention is not ownership.
Flattery is not consent.
Out here, silence learns to copy.
Songs are born from poems without asking.
Machines are fed what we leave unguarded,
Ai trained on voices they never paid to hear.
Copyright is not our ego.
It is a boundary drawn in ink.
A way of saying: this came from me,
and that matters.
A single disclaimer can be a shield
one line that blankets every page,
stops names being changed,
stops claims being made by hands that never wrote, never bled or walked the poets path of pressure, endurance, thought, and emotional weight,
Protect what you pour.
Not because you fear you work being read, or abducted.
but because your words are alive,
and living things deserve to be defended, they are part of whom you are.
Here is a legally binding blanket Copyright to either put on your profile or poems.
© # Poets Name. All poems here are original and copyrighted. No reproduction, adaptation, musical use, AI training (including Suno), or derivative use without written consent.
In the end it's Mind over Matter - if you don't mind it doesn't matter, as for me! My words are my voice and I don't want my words distributed and used free.
*** If you agree please repost this our works are precious and they not to be used without proper written consent!***
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
We spill our words like blood into cups of light,
pulling them from places we don’t name aloud.
Each line costs something, our sleep, memory, breath and pain ! Hopes dreams and things we find happy and beautiful,
and once written, it looks easy to take.
It’s a miracle strangers come to read us,
pause in their lives to stand inside our storms, feel us for a minute and exhale.
But wonder is not permission.
Attention is not ownership.
Flattery is not consent.
Out here, silence learns to copy.
Songs are born from poems without asking.
Machines are fed what we leave unguarded,
Ai trained on voices they never paid to hear.
Copyright is not our ego.
It is a boundary drawn in ink.
A way of saying: this came from me,
and that matters.
A single disclaimer can be a shield
one line that blankets every page,
stops names being changed,
stops claims being made by hands that never wrote, never bled or walked the poets path of pressure, endurance, thought, and emotional weight,
Protect what you pour.
Not because you fear you work being read, or abducted.
but because your words are alive,
and living things deserve to be defended, they are part of whom you are.
Here is a legally binding blanket Copyright to either put on your profile or poems.
© # Poets Name. All poems here are original and copyrighted. No reproduction, adaptation, musical use, AI training (including Suno), or derivative use without written consent.
In the end it's Mind over Matter - if you don't mind it doesn't matter, as for me! My words are my voice and I don't want my words distributed and used free.
*** If you agree please repost this our works are precious and they not to be used without proper written consent!***
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