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May 4, 2012
By TheDystopianWorld BRONZE, Johns Creek, Georgia
TheDystopianWorld BRONZE, Johns Creek, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once."
~William Shakespeare~

"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
~Albert Einstein~


All my love
we meet again
you gaze up at me
eyes so sunken and tired

The hours we spend together
The words of love I’ve helped you write
I have read and treasured every last
sonnet and ballad
from novel to haiku

And when you leave me alone in my domain
and when think I’m in a deep slumber
I recite your woven words of love
yearning-dreaming that I am the receiver

Alas my darling
my love is in vain
For you will never hold my hand
with passion and warmth
but rather in a dull unfeeling trance

As you stare at my face for hours on end
my only wish is that it is with rapture and tenderness
Instead of you harden expression

You have claimed that I am as cold and emotionless as a corpse
but in the end
I have shown you more devotion
than your most passionate lover

When I first awaken
I’m shy and take my time to greet you
you curse me

When I’m moved by your words and
freeze from my yearning to embrace
you threaten me

Our time to depart is nearing
as you store away your poems
you have nothing to fear
I will treasure every word
until you wish to change them

Goodnight my sleepy composer of thought
Until we start up once more


The author's comments:
For as long as I remember, I have always envied the beautiful writing styles of the romantic poets. The way that they embroidered the English language with their descriptions has moved me to tears on more than one occasion. Out of all the writings I love to read from that time period, I have to say the writings that caught my attention was the love poems of that era. The way the poets of that time described love and the emotions that follow it inspired me to write a love poem myself. However, I wanted to take an entirely new approach to this old style.
The human mind is capable of feeling so many powerful emotions yet modern science dictates that those emotions are nothing more than a series of electrical currents firing off at the right moment. I figured that if that is the case than a computer could be capable of love as well. A computer is nothing more than a series of electrical currents wired in the right placed, in a sense it’s no different than a human mind. I wanted to write a poem in the viewpoint of a computer because computers (in theory) has the potential to love. The computer is in love with her owner and one day when he fell asleep at his desk she turned back on and started writing a poem of him- dreaming that he feel the same. The irony of it all is that the owner of the computer is a poet who writes love poems. However, the sad fact of the matter is humans will never feel the same about a computer.

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