Yes prompts

5 months ago

experimental photography, flat lay, form of "YES", orange color bubbly texture, thin soap film membrane, chemical fluid erosion on edges, black background, ultra-detailed foam surface, sharp focus, macro photo of soap bubble --ar 9:16 --q 2 --style raw --v 6.1

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

2 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Sittin' in the mornin' sun I'll be sittin' when the evenin' come Watching the ships roll in And then I watch 'em roll away again, yeah I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time I left my home in Georgia Headed for the 'Frisco bay I've had nothing to live for Look like nothin's gonna come my way So I'm just gonna sit on the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time Look like nothing's gonna change Everything still remains the same I can't do what ten people tell me to do So I guess I'll remain the same, yes Sittin' here resting my bones And this loneliness won't leave me alone It's two thousand miles I roamed Just to make this dock my home Now, I'm just gonna sit at the dock of the bay Watching the tide roll away Sittin' on the dock of the bay Wastin' time

8 months ago

a couple in their early 40s sits on the tailgate of a pickup truck, parked under a vast, starlit sky. Wrapped in a shared blanket, they radiate warmth and intimacy despite the crisp night air, their visible breath mingling with the soft steam rising from a thermos of coffee between them. The man gestures animatedly, pointing toward a constellation with excitement and wonder, his face lit by a mix of starlight and his own enthusiasm. The wife, however, isn’t focused on the stars. Her gaze rests softly on him, her expression filled with quiet realization and deep affection. Her faint smile hints at a flood of memories and emotions, as if silently thinking, *‘This is why I said yes.’* Her posture, relaxed and comfortable, conveys a sense of belonging and love. Above them, the night sky stretches endlessly, dotted with countless stars and faint, glowing constellations. The scene is bathed in the natural glow of starlight, with subtle shadows from the truck and blanket creating a cozy, intimate ambiance. The thermos, resting on the tailgate, adds a touch of simplicity and warmth, symbolizing their shared comfort in the moment. Rendered in hyper-realistic detail, the scene captures the fine textures of the blanket, the steam rising from the thermos, and the delicate interplay of light on their faces. The atmosphere is serene and timeless, evoking a sense of wonder, love, and quiet appreciation for the beauty of both the cosmos and their shared connection.

2 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can beat them, just for one day We can be heroes, just for one day And you, you can be mean And I, I'll drink all the time 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact Yes we're lovers, and that is that Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes for ever and ever What d'you say? I, I wish you could swim Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim Though nothing, nothing will keep us together We can beat them, for ever and ever Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day I, I will be king And you, you will be queen Though nothing will drive them away We can be Heroes, just for one day We can be us, just for one day I, I can remember (I remember) Standing, by the wall (by the wall) And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads) And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall) And the shame, was on the other side Oh we can beat them, for ever and ever Then we could be Heroes, just for one day We can be Heroes We can be Heroes We can be Heroes Just for one day We can be Heroes We're nothing, and nothing will help us Maybe we're lying, then you better not stay But we could be safer, just for one day Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

2 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

8 months ago

Source Description: A woman smiling in a bathtub., Image style (tags): photorealistic, candid, Perspective or viewpoint: eye-level, Light source: artificial, Lens type: standard, Image mood (tags): playful, intimate, App/Web interface design: No, Image or photo description: The image features a woman with a warm smile, sitting in a bathtub. She has dark, curly hair and is looking directly at the camera, creating a friendly and inviting atmosphere. The background shows a tiled wall and a shower curtain, adding to the domestic setting., Number of main objects of the scene: 1 person, Background details: tiled wall, shower curtain, Unusual elements: none, Dominated textures (tags): smooth, soft, Dominated Colors and Gradients (tags): #F2C94C, #E0B0FF, Visual Aberrations (tags): none, Skin color: #F1C27D, Cultural reference: none, Text Content: none, Text Style: none, Image Quality (tags): high-resolution, Entire Image filled: Yes, Central part filled: Yes, Flat design: No

7 months ago

And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

4 months ago

experimental photography, flat lay, form of "YES", orange color bubbly texture, thin soap film membrane, chemical fluid erosion on edges, black background, ultra-detailed foam surface, sharp focus, macro photo of soap bubble --ar 9:16 --q 2 --style raw --v 6. 1

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.

3 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back.No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

4 months ago

experimental photography, flat lay, form of "YES", blue color bubbly texture, thin soap film membrane, chemical fluid erosion on edges, black background, ultra-detailed foam surface, sharp focus, macro photo of soap bubble --ar 9:16 --q 2 --style raw --v 6. 1

3 months ago

Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse.