When true talent
Can no longer be seen.
When true talent
Can no longer be recognized.
When your true talent
Is something a robot can match.
That is what it is.
You are the equivalent
Of a devil to any virtuoso,
In their eyes.
I don't see it that way.
I see it as an unbelievable beauty,
That is shocking to the human brain
Of one who is incapable of said beauty.
Can be seen as a joke,
But really is an offensive excuse
For an unbelievable piece.
Because that's what artificial intelligence has done for us;
Ruined the words poets and authors flow out.
Ruined the art that artists of all types made with perfection.
And soon,
There will be none of us left.
I write a poem,
But my tone is too creative.
I write a poem,
But my tone is too formal.
Watching every word I type or write,
Afraid it will be mistaken for
It.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
When true talent
Can no longer be seen.
When true talent
Can no longer be recognized.
When your true talent
Is something a robot can match.
That is what it is.
You are the equivalent
Of a devil to any virtuoso,
In their eyes.
I don't see it that way.
I see it as an unbelievable beauty,
That is shocking to the human brain
Of one who is incapable of said beauty.
Can be seen as a joke,
But really is an offensive excuse
For an unbelievable piece.
Because that's what artificial intelligence has done for us;
Ruined the words poets and authors flow out.
Ruined the art that artists of all types made with perfection.
And soon,
There will be none of us left.
I write a poem,
But my tone is too creative.
I write a poem,
But my tone is too formal.
Watching every word I type or write,
Afraid it will be mistaken for
It.
anti AI arts over here!
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