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Don't take away art from artists

Once upon a time, the world was green,

We used to find details very brief.

But what happened now?

What happened to our role?

Oh, it hurts my freaking soul.

No, it's not a breakup or trauma post,

I know that hurts too, very bold.

But it's about a rising mole

Who's stealing every artist's role.

Oh, youngsters! Where are you going?

Finding beauty in digital scrolling?

Using AI to act cool,

It's an insult to artists, you fool.

"Ghibli art," what a wonderful trend,

Took the breath away of my creative friend.

You're bargaining away their whole hard work

With what? A 1-second searching barcode.

Asking ChatGPT to write poetry on a topic,

Posting it online with your logic.

If you're finding it fun,

No, dear! Your brain needs to run.

You're taking out blood from a body,

Saying sweet things to a tasteless toffee.

Oh, youngsters, the world is in your hands,

Please don't take away art from artists, man.

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Alert 🚨:- i know I am going to receive a lot of hate but it's fine I said what I said

Unpopular opinion:-

AI can be a tool for inspiration or assistance, but the core creativity should come from humans. This perspective emphasizes the importance of human touch and originality in art.

⭐ I know what I have written is a bit controversial. As always I am posting this on other communities but if the owner finds it too controversial to keep, they can remove it without any notice or my consent. I understand and I will co-operate.

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Where The Words Never Reach

The room that holds her scent,

The walls whisper memories, slightly bent.

The phone that hasn’t buzzed for a week,

My heart—caught between burning and freeze.

She wore silence like a cloth of silk,

It wrapped her body, soft as milk.

She left with nothing but my soul—

Is this love, or just a hole?

She is ambrosia for which

I am on my craving zone.

Her name, screaming under my chilling bone.

I am pleading without any shame,

Please come back and hold my name.

But beneath her silence, there's something I fear—

A truth now painfully clear.

It wasn’t her who walked away—

It was me… I couldn’t stay.

She begged in words I left unheard,

I answered love with sharper words.

Her silence is no mystery anymore,

It echoes what I did before.

Each night I hate, I scream, I bleed—

But now I know: she was never meant for me.

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____________________________________spoiler 📍:- In Greek mythology, Ambrosia is the food of the gods, often described as conferring immortality or longevity to those who consume it

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NOT A POEM JUST A MSG

Tumblr is a platform for talent — not your scams.

Every writer here isn’t desperate to publish their book or project.

Some of us write because it’s the only way we can feel seen.

Others are waiting for the right time, and the right publisher — not a scammer.

Stop exploiting the beauty of this community by sliding in with “Hey, have you published a book?” or “Do you want help?”

Let’s be real, bro:

We know the world.

We’ve felt the world.

We know it by heart.

That's why we call ourselves author.

An author - who knows about plot , twist , love , deceive , worldly concern.

Oh I forgot the important thing -

We know to make you bleed just by our words.

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It's exhausting man, my dm is full of scammer.

Now you will say " may be they are real " but let me tell you dear THEY ARE NOT REAL. just ask them their publisher / platform name, ask them some examples for their work, they will definitely avoid your questions.

As an introvert, my energy is really down coz of them. I just talked with atleast 8 account and they all were scammer. Pretty cool right?

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My world spins around may be

Maybe I was born for coffee, 🍵

Not for a coffee date.

Maybe I was written for challenges,

Not to be favored by fate.

Maybe I was destined to drown in the ocean, 🌊

Not to swim across and overcome my emotions.

Maybe I was written for the rain, ☔️

Not to hold happiness in vain.

Maybe I was born to just be alive,

Not to react when someone stabs with a knife. 💔

Maybe I was destined to play people's comfort gate,

Not meant to find my own soul mate.

And so - Maybe, maybe next time I will be born for all the things I couldn't have,

Not to just accept my fate and play people's fave.

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Can you also relate? Seems like yes huh? ❤️‍🩹

Yes. Some of us are born to feel more.

To find meaning in sunset and the sound of shore.

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The Storm within

I wear many faces, which is mine?

The smiling one or the one where the devil dines?

The devil's whisper tempts me to reveal,

But the seraphic one always insists on driving my wheel.

The battle rages, yet I search for peace,

Which face should I choose, and which will I release?

The spirit advises me to love and heal,

While the devil apprises me to become mean.

The angelic one says to love all and sundry,

The devil screams, "WHO WILL LOVE YOU TRULY?"

The world says, "Oh, wow, you are so quiet,"

They don't know what storm is forming inside.

I am tired, I have cried,

I don't know which emotion to leave and which to ride.

I search for answers in the mirror's gaze,

Someone's swearing to love and embrace.

A demonic voice hisses again, "Choose this, and you will fail,"

My heart leaps with a sudden jolt.

There's no time for any mourn,

The thunderbolt strikes, and I am reborn.

The demon will help me to conquer and reform,

Now the satanic sits upon the throne,

Commanding storms, making enemies groan.

To the seraph, he murmurs with a shadowed grace,

"You're too naive for this brutal place.

Let me cleanse it, purge its cruel facade,

Then come, wear your crown— and rule with awe."

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Love don't measure status

Is it necessary to label someone?

Where the feelings are already genuine.

Where her one touch makes you feel like heaven,

Where her one tear seems like it's a pearl from ocean.

Where her eyes speaks the meaning of depth,

Where her voice shows sweetness can become a reason of someone's death.

While holding her hand you think you can cross the mountain.

Where one word with her makes your heart dancing under the fountain.

Is it really necessary to label someone?

Where the feelings are truly genuine.

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Alert 🚨 :- this poem is beyond societal expectations 👽

Things has been different lately but here your writer is back 😉.

Suggest me topics to write.

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She came back with nothing but knife.

This isn't poem , this isn't story....it's a piece – piece of me that has been shattered a long time ago by my loved ones and buried by me in the bottom of my heart. Buried, protected, chained for decades but now – today it's screaming , demanding for justice for what I did to her. For how I made her suffer. For how some people snatched her childhood from her and me - I punished her instead of comforting her. I wrapped her with royal silk cloth and buried her. From where she can't reach to anyone. She can't scream to anyone. within me - the safest place I thought.

I was too protective for her that I thought I was protecting her but the truth is - I locked her , i chained her , i broke her and lastly I surrounded her with a different personality , a cruel one - which was suitable for this cruel world. Just like hell and she - she hated that. Now - now she is disgusting with me. She is screaming blood , Asking questions but I don't have answer and I will never have.

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Don't know what happened today but I felt a haunting feeling. It's not new to me but it's been a long time I have not felt it. But today I did and my hand was trembling with fear. The same fear i felt when I was left alone when I was a kid. That day I was scared of darkness but today...the same darkness was comforting me. It was whispering me that I am not alone but at the same time it told me that I will drown again in the pool of guilt , in the shame and many more....

I looked myself in the mirror and I saw someone there...a tiny character , looking at me. NO – she was giving me death glare. Like I was a sinner and she was planning...how she should punish me in the cruelest way.

And....the conversation began –

I wished her

She didn't say anything...

I : how are you?

She : exactly how you wanted me. Broken , chained , desparate to live.

I : it was not me.

She : you couldn't save us.

I : i tried...i tried so hard

She : you broke me, you caged me

I : ( tried but nothing came out of my mouth)

She : why?? Why you did this to me? What was my fault?? Being too good and polite with others? What's the reason?

I : I was protecting you from this world dear. You were so precious too good to be here. You deserve a better world love

She : but the world you gave to me was worst. Worst than anything.

And so we go on. The decades of frustration, anger, desparation everything came out of me suddenly.

That child within me – now asking for her right... demanding justice but I can't give her. Not now or may be never.

did you feel weak? Yes.

Will you drown in the river of sorrow today? Yes.

Will you scream? Will you bleed? Yes.

Will you come back? Yes.

When? Tomorrow. Yes tomorrow i will come back... smiling laughing enjoying... hiding my pain under my skin. Hiding my tears under my eyes. Hiding my screams under my bones like nothing happened.

But today...I will let her drive me. I will let her see the world from which I was trying to keep her safe.

I know it won't help...it won't erase the guilt and hate i have for myself but just to comfort myself that whatever I did it was because I was protecting myself.

But somewhere while protecting me i broke something so brutual that I can't fix it now.

Today I will let her live , bleed , scream but tomorrow I will send her to where she belongs - within me.

Tomorrow it will be me and world against each other.

Me and the will of living against each other.

But life will go on and so I will.

Walking, running, crawling, crying, laughing no matter how but I will....I will pass the storms and may be somewhere I will find peace 🕊️..and then I will let her come I will let her see what kind of world i have made for her - JUST FOR HER. My inner child my soul.

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have you read till here?why? Something is bothering you? If yes then go and talk with someone who loves you. NOT WITH THE ONE WHOM YOU LOVE ONLY. You don't need them now and may be never. You never need them...

It's 11: 50 pm...and the world is sleeping and me - I am fighting within me 😐...

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A universe apart

The clock hit 12:00,

I started to drift apart,

Looking at the moon's beauty,

lost in its scars afar.

The scars are my pain,

the beauty is our long-lost love.

Your memories are like a breeze,

In this peak summer, it makes my soul completely freeze.

My skin is longing to feel your touch,

My ears are waiting to hear your voice.

I wish I knew how you made such a practical choice.

Was it easy to forget?

Was it not that deep?

Was I not able to make you feel

that you meant the world to me?

You made me question my own worth.

Did I ever deserve that love?

Or was I born only for pain,

To soak in this sky's tearing rain?

While you moved on, I still believe

There's a thread ,will connect you and me,

A thread of hope, dangling light.

In another universe, holding hands,

You and I, a beautiful sight.

But I want to be a version of you,

A cute, pretty deceiver, something new.

I'll make sure to make you too scared to try,

But even there, you'll find my shoulder to rest your head and cry.

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When the clock strikes 12, memories flood.

The pain of love, the ache of loss.

Still holding on to what we once had.🕰️💔

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WHO AM I?

Who am I?

A bird, a panda, or a raccoon,

Or soon-to-be a dreamy butterfly stuck in its cocoon?

Who I am?

A hero–who is ready to give everything,

A villain–who always yearns,

Or a saint–who has left everything related to worldly concern?

Who I am?

Straight, bi, lesbian, gay?

Tell me without any proof,

Without minding how I dress,

How I walk, and how I say.

I thought we all are human beings, all the time,

Unless I met some words that actually define.

Who am I?

A child – who wants love,

An adult – who is always hurt,

Or a retired soul – who doesn't want his death to divert.

But am I actually alive?

Or just between death and life?

I don't mourn, I don't feel a wee,

Just a small atom, wandering free.

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We are more than the words that define us.

Our stories, our hearts, our souls.

Let's look beyond the surface.

Let's see the beauty in each other.

In the tapestry of life, every thread matters.

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Lily and snape

Two different people, two different world.

The difference was so sharp, like a lightning sword.

The boy was a wizard born with pure blood, rich.

The witch was born with muggle- born-glitch.

Yet they rose above all the difference.

They forgot about all the consequences.

They became friends, the wizard fell in love.

Coz love doesn't need anyone's calculus.

But the destiny had a different plan.

The witch chose a different clan.

She fell in love with another wizard - James

And snape was left with broken heart , as many claims.

I know, Villains aren't born they are made.

But what was the fault of lily?

Who just chose to follow her heart, as some say.

The dark time came in the wizarding world.

Everyone had to chose between two sides with different swords.

The couple chose justice & white,

Snape chose black side's power with dark sky.

The war started, some panicked some couraged.

Just because of snape's one mistaken information

The dark lord killed lily and Lily's man.

The only one left was their child.

Blessed with Lily's love and care, god smile.

Snape mourned, remorse and regretted.

He swore to protect the boy, in every incident.

He sacrificed his life for Lily's boy.

He did all until the last and finally he said " you have your mother's eyes".

And who says you can't pull a whole fandom with just one word, however you may

But we prove them wrong when the word itself says ' ALWAYS '

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One of my fav story " Harry Potter". This poem is dedicated to the characters 'snape' & 'lily' of Harry Potter.

For the one who have watched or have read the books will definitely understand this and will definitely enjoy it.

Plss tell me in the comments.how is it.

And the one who have not watched Harry Potter. For what you waiting for dear?? It's a clear sign go and watch. 😊

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A story of fallen angel through a poem " ELYSIAN DREAM" by inksoftly.

Today I wrote this poem and first time I don't know what to write in caption 😐.

Not because I can't think of what to write but because I don't know how to express my feelings right now.

This poem is specially for women and i know you all don't need captions. You know better than me about your struggles...

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You all can share your feelings and you can also suggests some captions for this poem in comment section.

See you there warriors !!

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Have you ever waited for someone? Not a normal wait, have you ever waited intensely for someone?Where the chances of their arrival are 0%? Where people thought you were crazy?Waiting for someone like you are dead and now you are waiting for your body to wake up in this world? But still there is tiny hope in your heart that they will come back to you. A little faith in your love for which you are living.

If yes then I wish that may god gives you rest. May you will be able to meet that person again. May you again find your happiness.

If no then I wish that may you never face this kind of feelings in your life. May you always be with your love ones.

May your life be full with happiness.

Last line for my warrior readers

In english we say ,

I am waiting for you

But in poetry we say,

My every step is a whisper of my tiny hope,

In reality I don't know where it will lead but I wish it will take my heart to yours ❤️‍🩹

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The basic thing: I forgot I need to tell.

I told them about my worries,

I told them about my hobbies,

I told them about my blues,

And how my heart flutters without any clue.

But one thing I forgot to tell—

No, it's not that deep, like a well.

It's just a basic thing:

That I, too, am a human being.

I know you think, "Who needs to tell this?"

But the irony is—

Unlike theirs, they thought my heart is a lonely bay,

Within which they can sway.

Unlike theirs, they thought my heart is made of clay—

They can make or break whenever they may.

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Who would have thought that we would have to tell that we are also a human being?Who would have thought that we would have to tell that we too have a heart?Who would have thought that we would have to tell that we also feel pain? No one right? But some people don’t get it.

Sometime the hardest part isn't sharing our struggles , but being seen as human.

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The old last letter

I hold memories of long lost love

I keep it alive yet the world shoves me off

I miss my master who once wrote me

He was a soldier, smarter -

Sorry I forgot! Now he is a Martyr!

I belong to his lovely queen -

He was ready to take her in his embrace,

But the destiny was different in this case.

He got call for his duty,

He saw last time his darling's beauty.

That day , a woman gave up on her "sindoor" for her land ,

Her pain was too vast to understand.

He promised he would come , but couldn't keep

I still remember what he wrote , and my heart weep

His women is a warrior soul

He didn't forget to praise her role

He wrote -

May be in other universe, we will be together

May be in other universe, i will sit by your side forever.

May be in other universe, there will be no gap

May be in other universe, I will take my long sleep in your lap

As for now

My love please don't cry , you know -

I am a soldier and I was born to die.

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**The Old Last Letter**

*A poetic monologue told through the voice of a forgotten letter, once written by a soldier who never returned home. This poem captures the silent pain of a woman who lost not only her partner but also the red mark of her marriage — her **sindoor**, a sacred symbol in Hindu culture worn by married women. In this piece, sindoor becomes more than tradition; it becomes a symbol of sacrifice, love, and irreversible loss.*

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The mirror doesn't talk back but what if they do? What if they listen? What if they are Alive? What if they know what's within you, your truth , your insecurity, your other persona...and many more what ifs

This is the poem dedicated to all warriors who are fighting with their inner turmoil, insecurities, doubts and many more....

You must have mirror in your home...look into it and see your soul - see the real you -

It will reflect you, it won't lie

The answer you are seeking, he won't hide

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Loneliness lives where soul is absent. Look at graveyard, full of people yet no one talks –

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Heart touching

“The Walls I Built”

I pushed you away, though my heart stayed near,

Afraid of the love that once brought me fear.

Past hurts linger, like scars in the deep,

So I built walls where my love couldn’t creep.

Your touch felt like healing, but I feared the cost,

Of loving again, and what I might lose or lost.

So I turned from you, though it broke me inside,

Torn between love and the pain I can’t hide.

I long for the courage to tear down these walls,

To let you in, despite past falls.

But for now, I stay silent, in sorrow and trust,

Afraid that love will turn to dust.