Contents
1. Villanelle: The Artisans Created Artists Who Cannot Dream
2. Sonnet: My Superpowered Disorder
3. Limerick: A Reverie of Dreams
4. Teza Rima: Stuck In Twilight’s Loop: Existing, but not Living
The Artisans Created Artists Who Cannot Dream
I surrender to AI’s ascendency
And diminish to giving directions,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
The displaced artists have my empathy
For stolen art, voice and compositions,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency.
For stolen art, voice and compositions,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency.
Vision devalued, talent obsolete;
The future of creative expression,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
The future of creative expression,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
No more learning, commitment, mastery;
The journey lost, instant destination,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency.
The journey lost, instant destination,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency.
For as long as Siri listens to me
I'll prompt algorithmic innovations,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
I'll prompt algorithmic innovations,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
This symphony of mind and circuitry
With my human dreams the inspiration,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
With my human dreams the inspiration,
I surrender to AI’s ascendency,
Being the supreme muse, my legacy.
My Superpowered Disorder
In my mind's tempest, where thoughts swirl and race,
My attention span rudely ebbs and flows,
Hyperfocus, time-blindness, head in space,
ADHD's wild ride, both friend and foe
Battle wages between focus and flight,
I voyage the world with a unique view,
On pills, the difference is day and night,
My intuition finally shines through,
I voyage the world with a unique view,
On pills, the difference is day and night,
My intuition finally shines through,
In this chemical embrace, I ponder,
Have I only lost the superficial?
Does conformity replace the wonder?
Is my intelligence artificial?
Have I only lost the superficial?
Does conformity replace the wonder?
Is my intelligence artificial?
I've learned to love this magical mind,
With strengths and challenges richly entwined.
With strengths and challenges richly entwined.
A Reverie of Dreams
When the nighttime’s as dark as can be,
And my eyes are closed tight, I still see,
Counting sheep, oh, how trite,
How's it already bright?
I daydream of being at last free.
Stuck In Twilight’s Loop: Existing, but not Living
In a world where time slips through weary hands,
I feel the weight of being still delayed,
I’m lost in uncertainty's shifting sands.
I feel the weight of being still delayed,
I’m lost in uncertainty's shifting sands.
As others shine bright, I dwell in the shade,
They’re wide awake while I’m still snoozing,
A spectator to life's vibrant parade.
They’re wide awake while I’m still snoozing,
A spectator to life's vibrant parade.
My self-doubt still stops me from improving,
And indecision leaves me plateauing,
Do I love making, or just consuming?
And indecision leaves me plateauing,
Do I love making, or just consuming?
Teachers try, generously bestowing.
My hero’s footsteps the size of craters,
Their trails long erased, their pace not slowing.
My hero’s footsteps the size of craters,
Their trails long erased, their pace not slowing.
Our lives abundant, with awing creators,
Who am I to practice the piano,
In a world gripped by corrupt dictators?
Who am I to practice the piano,
In a world gripped by corrupt dictators?
Life in nuclear apocalypse’s shadow,
Making it hard to plan around the bend,
How people ignore it, I’ll never know.
Making it hard to plan around the bend,
How people ignore it, I’ll never know.
Yet even if somehow the world doesn’t end,
It’s a miracle we even exist,
Not knowing the time we have left with friends.
It’s a miracle we even exist,
Not knowing the time we have left with friends.
I mourn all the trends and true callings missed,
Declaring all chances missed preemptively,
As newcomers ascend the Forbes Lists.
Declaring all chances missed preemptively,
As newcomers ascend the Forbes Lists.
I resist these dark thoughts expensively,
Instant gratification-related,
I surrender to impulsivity.
Instant gratification-related,
I surrender to impulsivity.
But life keeps getting more complicated,
The bar always raising, so to the pace,
Already, my goals are antiquated.
The bar always raising, so to the pace,
Already, my goals are antiquated.
Deep within, a spark tries to start the chase,
A flicker of hope, failing to ignite,
Yearning for a chance to join life's great race.
A flicker of hope, failing to ignite,
Yearning for a chance to join life's great race.
Yet doubts and fears suffocate my last light,
Commitment issues, no education,
My sorry future never twinkled less bright.
Commitment issues, no education,
My sorry future never twinkled less bright.
Why dwell on these toxic observations?
Or bully myself with cruel demands?
This can’t be the healthiest motivation...
Or bully myself with cruel demands?
This can’t be the healthiest motivation...
