Error;</p>About when you forget an idea.
has been lost
to the recycle bin
lost in the one second
between “I got it” and
nothing on the tounge,
neuron flotilla lost
in synapse sea.
I don't mind at all. Thank you ever so much for taking time out of your day to consider reading them.
Ma—ma----ma---gnificent sounds of ran—run-random, writhing rhythm,
Lay-lay-ers upon layers only-only adds to the lush atmosphere,
Gl-gl-gl-gl-itching, break-break-break-break-breaking, skip-skip-skip to my add-add-addiction;
My love for the displaced sound-sound-sound-sound waves that cause ripples in a-air.
Glitch In The SystemGlitch In The System
She’s not one of us,
I know this.
Illusions of grandeur,
They don’t know what I can create.
You can’t love a machine,
But she’s so much more to me.
Even if she doesn’t have a “soul.”
Warm fingertips slide over cold metal,
This man’s love was a delusion,
An erroneous perception of reality.
This never was and will never be.
Until he felt warmth return to him,
As his fingers trailed the female droid’s arm,
But as soon as it was there--
He pressed his two fingers against the spot,
The warmth was no more.
But that glitch in the system,
Gave him hope that his creation,
Will be more than syn-synthesis.
Eyes can only see what the mi-mi-mind chooses to comprehend,
And his mind will never let go of the warmth he felt for a split-split-split-second.
That was more than a g-glitch in the s-s-system.
That was more than a gl-glitch in the-the s-system.
That was more