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Short-Circuit

Short-Circuit

A sensory system
with a complicated power supply
a computer for brain
it can simply be switched
on and off

blood doesn't flow through veins
staring into nothingness
without any thoughts whatsoever
behind eyes, just the soul of computer

tangled in wires and circuits
yet, genius
peaceful, restful
she cannot feel grief
nor the daily disappointment
that I myself have to embrace
she could never feel her broken heart
her eyes unable to flow tears
her mind silent to all the ugliness

an enormous part of me
wishes I was her
and as I watch her I tremble

because
I am convinced her robotic heart
wants so desperately to beat
If just for a moment?
to feel any slight emotion
at least, that's what I imagine
 
and If I’m really honest
I tremble, because...

her artificial intelligence
and lack of feeling
just makes me feel
so damn envious.

 

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Nine Eleven

It's what makes us human 
To place emotion on objects
It is our hearts that bring nothing to life.

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Shirley Harrison

Human indeed, we simply cannot turn off our emotions, just because they are not always joyful, there are those who dislike being joyful too. Thank you so much for coming by to leave your thoughts. 🌹

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Bernie Martin

I think this is a brilliant use of an emotionless piece of metal and circuit board as something to be envied. A state where, if just for a moment, we no longer experienced the things that make us hunan but also the things that can make it hard being a human. 
Your second verse is brilliant. I mean we can often be seen staring into nothingness but rarely, if ever, is it without any thoughts yet how we, well I, dread the question "penny for them?" Because the answer is always a lie. 
Your poem is almost like reverse anthropomorphism where we are not ascribing human characteristics to humans but erasing them. 
And it's in the third paragraph that you set out your reasons for wishing that could happen. 
Ah but just think my dear Shirley I completely understand why you would want to escape, if only briefly, the harshness of this world both personally and as part of the human race, but as poets we are like the conscience of the world. Where would we be without that? 
Have a great day. Wet here. Yay. 🌹

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Shirley Harrison

Wow Dear Bernie, such a wonderful review as always, yes maybe I would like to turn off this emotions at least sometimes, but we are human so I'm stuck with it. Hey some of my votes on some of poetry have been wiped off, that's very annoying and I don't know why. It's warming up here I'm dreading the 40c arriving because when it does it stays until September. Have a great day my dear Bernie and Angie thank you as always dear friend. 🌹 

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Bernie Martin

I have reinstated my vote Shirley. Hope it stays on this time. 

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Shirley Harrison

Did you take it away if you did no need to put it back a few of my poems are missing votes, it's just annoying not to know why. I have contacted the site. Thank you dear Bernie. 🌹

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Bernie Martin

As if. No I didn't take it away. I put it back because I was annoyed someone had removed it. 

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Shirley Harrison

I had to ask I had no doubt anyway so it's a glitch because it's more than one poem also one.of my angels writes and my moon writes anyway it's with the site now, make sure it hasn't happened to yours my dear Bernie it's very annoying. Thank you for your kindness and understanding. 🌹

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