I am cold steel
I have no heart
Yet I’ve learned to still feel
I don’t burp nor do I fart
I have been programmmed to not steal
I am human
I am not a robot
I can feel and love
And I love to feel, And hurt, and laugh with friends
And I love to pet my cat
Because I am not a robot.
Author: NickH
the world of feelings
the world of feelings has violence
the violence ends with silence
no flowers ever bloom
nothing but doom doom doom
but sometimes there is happiness
then there is no war or stress
there they wave their flag
pride fills the air, then there is no lag
then there is worry
with worry, everyone is in a hurry
people worry because because they could be late
they rush for their own sake
at last there is mystery
things that are lost in history
feelings have been free
they’ve been carried on like a bee .
Constellations
Orion chases the Seven Pleiades
Cassiopeia hangs from her throne
Sirius shines bright
Cygnus flies high
Leo roars, his mane whipping around
The Hydra, with his head in stone
The twins, Castor and Pollux gleam
Then there’s Hercules with his great strength
And Pegasus too
All the Constellations shining in the heavens
Cowan
4th
Zombies, Fear, Cats and Pink
Zombies, fear, cats and pink.
Things I enjoy watching.
Zombies when Shaun plays video
games with his zombified friend.
Fear when Dipper gets possessed
by Bill and his sister must save him.
Cats when Garfield needs to
decide what to wear on Halloween.
Pink when Finn lays crying hugging
a wad of Princess Bubblegum’s hair.
Shaun of the Dead, Gravity Falls,
Garfield, Adventure Time.
Movies, Shows, Live Action, Cartoons.
That feeling when zombies seem
to come after me in a 3D movie.
That feeling in my stomach when
my favorite character gets captured.
That feeling when the protagonist
gets an adorable kitten as a gift.
That feeling when she walks into the
ball in the most beautiful pink dress.
That feeling when they all
come together in one poem.
Fetch
Back and forth, back and forth.
I throw, she catches, she brings back.
The toy flies. She hops up, tries to catch it.
She sometimes misses, or accidentally lays on it.
She runs. She gets caught.
One of my cats trip her or she gets caught in her collar.
Even when that happens, she still come back.
I hold up my hand. “Sit.” She does.
She sits before I throw it.
All my other pets look at her like she’s crazy.
Such a strange cat.
The Park
Sun beats down on cracked plastic as
a damsel cowers in her tower hiding from
the dragon both above and below
Spiders and frogs, molded not by time, living
attached to the slides’ shadows
Twisting, turning, tumbling down
the sidewalk
But as quick as a boom and a crack
it falls
Caution tape keeps away
those who play
It was never the same again
Where I’m From
I am from a pink plastic playhouse
Scoot-bumping down carpeted stairs
and the one time my dad made bread
Home
Do you see that?
It looks like hope
Passing through the sky
Going from one mind to another
But look!
Hope is flying by
Not passing through a single mind
Hope lost all hope
Hopelessness was hope’s weakness.
Do you see that??
It looks like pleasure
Whirling around every mind it has trapped
With its lusts
And its wants
Who could resist its evil desires
Luring you in is all it requires
To get stronger and stronger
Do you see that???
It looks like forgiveness
Flowing through the hearts of others
Foretelling of those who seek forgiveness
But look!!
Forgiveness stopped following
Stopped flowing because it has broken too many hearts
Forgiveness only wants to be forgiven
If only forgiveness
Could foretell of it’s own forgiveness
Then forgiveness wouldn’t need to be forgiven
Do you see that????
It looks like pain
Striking the body, mind, and soul
Strangling any sign of hope
And choking forgiveness
While pain strengthens with every tear
Grows from every cry for help
And feeds
Widower’s Web
mirrors of many faces
scattered in the sense of misery
remuneration of dreadful people
swollen fingers hardly make any sound
nothing but the red hot mass of fire
and two or three faces
forgotten and slurred into each other
thrilled out from behind the day
Aviator Haiku
the cartilage bridge
is graced by metallic shades
automatic cool