#malfunction
I’m watching a movie
But there’s no sound, no light,
Then what could it be that I see?
A hoax? Oh, no.
The screen goes blank and my show cuts out.
I don’t know how
To fix the cables and wires and switches
And my,
Oh my,
It’s broken, I think.
“But I can’t fix it? That can’t be!
I can solve this!” I would say,
But I truly don’t know what I’m looking at.
After too long, an hour or two,
I sigh and get up.
"I’ll just call someone to come over and"
"Help."
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 4:47 AM UTC
Interruption creates dysfunction,
I try to stay focused but find myself distracted
When my flow state is corrupted
It causes a malfunction.
Why can't you send a message
Instead of speaking to me in person
Calling is a last resort,
I'll wait for your text.
The talking in the office is irritating.
The sound of the fax machine
Papers shuffling
Quiet is key
Headphones help me,
I feel like I'm time travelling
When I put them to use,
Please stay away from me.
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 10:39 AM UTC
A telephone wire cut.
Something's wrong inside my head.
The thing is, I don't know just what.
Chirping alarms
Whirring fans
Smoky smells
Red. Blinking. Lights.
A robot whose been programmed wrong,
An exposed sparking wire.
The buttons don't click all the way.
Hazardous, watch for fire.
Danger
Danger
Danger
Do not approach
This automatic switch is supposed to make me excited
This one makes a genuine smile.
Nobody notices, though, that I'm on manual control
And have been for a while.
Overheating
Overworking
Overdoing
Over
Electricity and buttons and wires
Do not mix well with water, I think.
But because I'm in desperate need of repair
I'm in constant thirst for a drink.
"Should have bought that extended warranty."
"Did you turn it off and on again?"
No.
No. Because it's broken.
Hard drive shorting
Lights are blinking
And I'm thinking
My last thoughts exporting
Crackling
Clicking
Clattering
Clanking
Clunking
The only thing that works well anymore
Is the part that goes through the motions.
Perseverance is my constant notion
As I burn myself out on the shore.
It's hot to the touch.
Back off.
Soon, it might Explode
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:05 PM UTC
The worst of pessimists, covered by his own mist,
Does it really have to be like this?
He has an open mind, but his motivation’s blind
Can’t he just stand on his feet and switch the disk?
Trading his love for life for creativeness
Waking from his dreams, he wish to stay like this
Walking on his own, he has turned his records on
He knows all things will get better
He’s all right and always wrong, he knows where he has come from
But this only makes him sadder
On his path to self destruction, he is on a roll
Right or wrong, on his malfunction, he’s got no control
Moaning about his own life, for sure he won’t make things right
Does he really needs to be like this?
Why does he has to be mad, why does he wants to be sad?
Why does “he” needs to actually be “me”?
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
p o p !
goes the
eyes of
a
goddess
when in
her hand
laid the
mirror.
no such
reflection
she had
looked at,
like a still
before her
—
where is
the pearl
complex-
ion she'd
smooth-
ened out
f o r
herself ?
where is
the eyes
she had
s e e n
herself th
rough for
the past
century ?
"what is
t h i s
malfun-
ction ? "
s h e
asked.
"it is the
i m a g e
of souls,
d e a r
goddess.
it shows
n o n e
but the
t r u t h,"
said the
y o u n g
daedalus.
the dear
goddess
laughed.
a mere
m o r t a l,
pondered
the immo-
rtal, who
d a r e s
tell me
who i am ?
she took an
other look
at her own
i m a g e
—
the too pale
skin and it's
monotonous
effect on her
bland face
—
and then,
she smashed
the imagery
of her own
s l.
o u
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:09 PM UTC
It's HELL.
It's a po' try.
It ain't pro--retry.
It's a poo hole.
It ain't purty.
Sinkin' lo, yo.
It's loopy.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
I'm a malfunction,
either momentarily
or permanently.
I don't fit.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
Though I am merely a young girl with a wounded soul and a tattered heart, I promise that I have truly fallen in love with you--a work of art. All my life, I was afraid to make the jump with a fearless, open arm attitude. I was afraid I'd crash and burn; I was afraid to mess up your perfectly placed pieces. In all my solo act performances, never once did I think I would ever have a partner to sweep me off my feet and take me to new heights, but now, I am soaring over boundaries that were never before attainable. You've embraced me to join your assortment of colors to see which hues and shades we could create. You've written me into your melodic masterpieces to show that we are one in a world of malfunction. Hand in hand, we were molded for one another in the way our bodies shape together in statuesque perfection. Perhaps it may just be my imagination, but you--you, my love--are the stars inside of me exploding into a light show of auras and I can only hope I am the same for you.
-s.r.b.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC