Fine,
if a bitter wind blows

Fine,
if a liar arrives

on my patio
hard heart
worn
right
with the
knuckle
skin

Fine,
pressed on the razor's edge
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)

Fine,
when what was once the worst
(grinning ear to ear as if I wanted it)

returns to a placid place
below,
so

a new threat may
emerge
Greg Jones May 23
You say you love me
Does not compute
You say you need me
Does not compute
I am trying

If all my systems should overload
Just be aware, I may explode

Program my feelings, program my heart
Previous owner left me in the dark
Possibly, Robot learn love?
ERROR ERROR

If all my circuits should catch on fire
Do not panic, just need to be rewired

Reprogram!
Break down my firewalls
Reprogram!
Enter the password
So that Robot learn love

I sense your pulse, I sense your life
Your fingers running on my chest plate
Reboot!
So many errors, so many virus
Kiss me on my soulless lips
Debug!

Science, my creator
Science my knowledge
Introduce love as beyond comprehension
Upgrade!

If this experiment turns up fatal
Just hack my mainframe to be more stable

Reprogram!
Fill me with dreams and aspiration
Reprogram!
Penetrate this metal prison
So Robot....learn love
Myrrdin May 22
I speak
About hating
How I speak
I have feelings
About my extreme
Lack of feeling
I find myself
In all the ways
I've lost myself
Machines gain souls
Once they've realized
They are machines
Jolan Lade May 12
My fingers are typing machines
My brain is a steam engine running on the vapor from my emotions
Poems are life supporting potions
And she is my drive, my reason
She is the weather, that makes every season
*never running out of ink*
Robot noise
Robot noise
The only sounds on Earth
are the stomp of heavy metal,
and the grinding of gears.

"What's worse than this?"
we wondered.
It turned out
we had more to learn.

The pure human had left
at the start of the new internet.
We were hybrid beings
of fleetness deemed cyberspeed.
The faster we learned,
the less we learned about us
as creatures.

As creatures,
we were captured in chains
the day we fully interfaced.

Hammers for nails before,
the sales elite saw this in store:

Stood up sleeping,
cow cattle weak to sweet lies.

Robot noise
Robot noise
The only sounds on Earth
are the stomp of heavy metal,
and the grinding of gears.
Homeless.
Worthless.
Nameless.

Let's examine the heart of rebellion,
shall we?
HarmonB May 10
Once upon a time...
He was the happiest person you would have known

Once upon a time...
He realized how sorrow full the world was

Once upon a time...
He noticed how sorrow filled he was

Once upon a time...
He took out his heart, so that he wouldn't feel

Once upon a time...
He forgot about his heart, and was no longer human

Once upon a time...
He became a robot, that wouldn't stop no matter what

Once upon a time...
He fell apart, but he would put himself backtogether even though it would happen soon again

Once upon a time...
He stayed like this, and he dosen't remember how long

Once upon a time...
He fell apart although this time the pieces wouldn't go back together

Once upon a time...
He forgot how to put himself back together

Once upon a time...
He was confused, something was diffrent

Once upon a time...
He felt something in his chest, like a bass drum that played itself

Once upon a time...
He remembered something very dear to him

He rembered he was human
I feel my heart again, but I don't remember emotions, its so new and strange... all the while painful, it seems I still carry what I carried before. But something is diffrent...
alex May 10
Bursting tanks of propane, all was in vain
I’m gonna blow up, throw up, blow dust
Ligaments rust, no trust, nonplus
A fraud and I ask god
Please, come back to me, attack me
These parts creak, rip them off
Rubber plate skin on my face, tear it off
Look into my glazed glass eyes and see
Through my metal skeleton beneath
Through the chattering of my teeth
How you ravished and destroyed me
i've been tossed aside by the one who meant to me the most
I looked up.
How did I get here.
Who are these people.
Why does no one see me.
Why do I see everything.
Why are they sad.
I looked down.
Ah yes.
I know where I am.
I'm nowhere, but everywhere.
I see them and they see me.
I'm a robot on my phone.
I'm....
Spending time on my phone? And for once I looked up.
KM Hanslik Apr 21
It's not like
we haven't been born into this,
it's not like these things don't
settle into my skull with phrases like
"better late than never"
it's not like I haven't known all along that
the world makes corpses of us all in the end,
but i feel that there should be more
than tallying up old loves and writing their names into our bedposts,
I feel like there should be more than brandishing
old war wounds like somehow we've conquered
everything that matters, when in reality we are all
fighting tooth and nail with our own
unknown poisons,
ignoring the death rattle and assuming
it's not meant for hearts like these.
We are all meant for less than glory, and yet
the world is full of the softest places and I
cannot get out of my head the way it torments me with
dreams of running and running and running
warm sticky things in the back of my mind that whisper,
"we all bleed and feel pain" so why not bleed
someplace beautiful, why not wear our scars
without keeping maps of
where they are, without caring
what others drudge up in their wake?
We are the dreams that broke before they found
their wings, and yet we still learned
how to breathe like the air is open, we still learned
how to tear off old skins when they stretch too tight
for our growing bones.

Yet even knowing this, I am still
a weak link sometimes.
I tell you "maybe" to avoid the embarrassment of
leaving my heart unguarded, I tell you that we
are all robots, because it is easier to pretend
we're made of metal than to justify the way I shut
myself off toward the soft things, I find it easiest to let them into my skull after
my inhibitions are lowered, I find it easiest
to let you in when I'm half delirious and can't
remember to throw up my shields.

All our endings
feel sorta rushed when we get there,
our lives are full of plot holes, like maybe
we can't justify the things that we've done, and maybe that doesn't
find reality in our brains until it's
too late.
I'm going to inject these worries
into my veins until I'm racing against thoughts of
"what if" and "too late", because maybe
if the panic sinks into my blood soon enough I'll begin to notice how I'm living
maybe we all need to take a step back from the blinding chaos -
If I take my anxieties out of their shells, they don't seem
as scary, they don't torment me
as much. Maybe if I'd look at myself
honestly once in a while I'd realize that we are full of light and haze;
and all of the things that cloud our vision
are temporary. I'm going to put
my weapons and shields away, my wounds are not
a product of beauty but they are also not
something to wear under long sleeves at a dinner party, for fear of what
becomes of honesty.

Don't take notice of the way we throw
up our hands when doomsday arrives,
we have spent
our whole lives rehearsing the best lines
to spit back into the void, but when it comes it sounds foreign
on our tongues, and we learn that no
amount of preparation could do
any good, so put down
those things you sharpen in your bedroom at night, forget the way you've tried
to harden yourself. The world
is going to take you either way, and I for one am learning
to stamp my robot heart into dust and to grow
fragile things where I once
was full of metal and hate.
Aa Harvey Apr 18
Frankenstein‘s Cyborg.



R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Heavy Metal Music.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Frankenstein’s Cyborg.


My robo-tic child,
My favor-ite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
I’m the reason you were born.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
God I thought they’d killed me.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
What did you do to me?


If I left, you there,
Where would you be now?  Yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?


If I left, you there,
Where would you be now, yeah,
If I’d left, you there,
Tell me where would you be?


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Move like a robot.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Work like a robot.


You’re part man, part machine;
You’re the product of our dreams.
We made you work, we made you live,
We kept the faith, we believed;
We were right, we did succeed,
We fulfilled all our dreams.


My robo-tic child,
My favorite cyborg, yeah.
My robo-tic child,
My Heavy Metal son.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
Gonna be a soldier


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
It doesn’t matter if I get shot, yeah.


R O B O T
R O B O T
R O B O T
I’m gonna live forever.


(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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