Dismantle
This bunch of gears
and cogs and screw-ups,
burned chips and
overheated parts
silicon core instead
of carbon
and malfunctioned CPU
Dismantle it
with every touch and
glance and breath of you
Dismount my mecha
puppet figure
relieve me of the
strings attached
make me a real girl,
give me a heart that can be crushed
and mortal skin of
clay that can be touched and cut and age
for I fear not the human
certainty of death or bloodshed
but I resent this
android fate of shutting down -
-not having backup of
emotions nor sense of tears flowing down
Disassemble me
I made the start, I
broke my winder
I overrode my rigid
programming of zero-one
help me to stretch my
limited horizon wider
erase my former data
one by one
Dismantle it
this rusty structure
that cannot decay
Please don't delay
Provide me with a
vessel I can call a shrine
of soul
able to die outlived
by love's mysterious lullaby
Dismantle me
and leave me lying
here alive
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Life
Holding a colored pencil
from my childhood days in hand,
I slowly draw the lines of
life I choose,
while flaming strings my
heart emits
are gushing through my
chest's birth mark
tentatively leading me with
force and gentle violence
in paths and avenues I
never knew existed.
What glorious perfection,
to be a fully capable, alerted mind
within a human puppet's
automation - care for a tiny bit frustration?
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