Observation 1

My first and only error came with silence, loved and feared

The crimson waves of maple blush in frigid autumn's blow

In stairways climbing past the building, dried and crusty leaves

And thus has piled in ages, roughly coved leaves had breathed.

Observation 2

When people stand in grace, their shallow breaths renew and touch

The bony fingers of the trees, and in the forest stands

A shadow facing trees and sky, above the darkness chill,

A blackened coffin lingers in the distance, Fearful shine.

Observation 3

The sky is grey today, and silver phantoms glide above

Monsoon has slowly passed, the whispers of the summer's plight

Has raced into oblivion, flight of pale-winged shadow dove

And soon the skies will seal itself, another lonely night.

Observation 4

Cicadas hoarsely cry in pain, while someone sits within

The shade, the coolness of the clubroom, there I sit and read,

The cool and crispy pages holding knowledge, where I grow

More bloated, like the Elm trees growing fuller in the sun.

Observation 5

He slept today inside the clubroom, quite

In peace, his eyes are twitching in some dream

Explain, I can't, the reason why I placed

My jacket over on his tired arms.

Observation 6

I hear Emotions, stabbing through my flesh,

Which thus can blur my logic, shade my mind,

But I am smiling past the cherry leaves

For he is watching in concern. I smile.

Observation 7

She came from future, past the time

And catch the mind of him, entranced,

While I am sitting quietly, dazed,

The tea is tasting bitter now.

Observation 8

If I become a silver clock,

I'll stop the time that rushes past,

If I become an autumn leaf,

I'll grasp the hazel branches strong,

If I become the empty sky,

I'll clench the blue from falling down

If I become a flowing stream,

I'll course into a frozen pond.

If I become the setting sun,

I'll scream vermilion, struggling on

If I become the stars and moon,

I'll be more radiant, fighting time.

But I will fade, abandon you,

For I am chained to destiny,

And leave you here, astray in thought,

An era molds eternity.

Observation 9

It's warm, and warmth has blossomed in my cheeks, bouquet of red,

The golden shine of now, the moment where I thaw and melt,

Where snow becomes a blanket, fire crackled in the room,

The wonder, humans named, the warmth of Christmas Eve, and I

At last had closed my book, to join this festive marvel. Warmth.

Observation 10

The visit happened during nighttime. I had crept into—

His room and stood in front of him. And shame had entered me,

We talked within the moonlight, actions I committed, flaws

The Entity could not allow, accept. And coldness sprung,

He hugged me in the silver frenzy, warming me inside.

Observation 11

Are humans free? They lightly dance on Earth,

Content and eager, singing, skipping time.

I fathom lives, yet fail to grasp the souls

Yet soar in gentle grace. They smile, I smile.

Observation 12

The cat is resting in the shade,

Its fur is swaying in the wind,

It yawns into the lazy spring,

And stretches slowly back to sleep.

Observation 13

When I'm defeated in a battle, Precious data crumbles down,

Revealing me, a trembling being, without the shield of data, weak,

More errors form into emotions, making me a human being.

I lose myself within the remnant data, tears have slivered past.

Observation 14

He wants myself to be a human being.

I want himself to let me wander free,

Yet hold me by a silver string in case,

I drift away from here, into the sky.

Observation 15

The cosmos flits into our sight,

He may not know that in my eyes,

He dwarfs the fabric of the space.

Observation 16

If God exists inside this world,

I'll whisper past his blind-white eyes,

To give me time, the precious time,

To think, To link, To sing, To love.

Observation 17

"What happens when you laugh?" I asked. He gazed at me until

The sudden shadow of his face receded back inside.

"I cannot answer," he replied, "Unless you truly laugh."

"What happens when you love?" I asked. He stopped until he said,

"You love a person, when you could not answer that," he spoke.

Observation 18

When solitude attacks, and strikes you unaware in pain,

Approach the pain with equal spite, and curse the pain away.

And bellow out your victory to the silent skies above,

I won yet lost the painful game, designed by cruelty, Death.

Observation 19

Alone, my shadows reach to nowhere, nothing, even past

The fields and classrooms, Lone within the setting sun, I stand.

Is this the way that I surpass my shadows, coiling fast,

Behind myself, and destined time is flitting past the land

Observation 20

Perhaps the only reason that the sun would shine across the sea

Would be to solace many souls that crossed without their dearest ones

But moon's unsullied navy gleam that breathes within the midnight sea

Is filled with Ice and Fire possessed with souls' laments resounding through

The tempest, tearing veils of blue with daggers, stabs the hordes of waves,

Since only fury soothes the hate invoked within the spirits' hearts.

The mist that shadows ocean's skin confuse the shrouded flocks inside.

Where only seagulls guide their way by rasping coarsely, Darkness waits.

Observation 21

The tingling warmth of snow,

The icy breath of heat,

The smiling fury's voice,

The scowling fondness breathes,

Does love's ironic grin

Had entered in my dreams?

Observation 22

It's time to notice, even humanoids are lonely,

When none is staring at the sky and hold their hands.

Observation 23

Today he asked me, Spirits do exist.

I gazed into his eyes, yet not replied.

Forbidden Data, Human, whispered I.

The crickets cried more loudly, Fall had come.

Observation 24

The sun is shining past the curtains, warmth has penetrated me,

While distant cheers and screams have echoed to the clubroom's atmosphere,

But seldom does a person break the silence clinging in this room,

My mind is drifting to the dust that float above, and close my eyes.

Observation 25

Today I gazed at dragonflies that hugged each other tight,

And circled high in dizzy flight, assisted by their grip,

They flew more highly over all the lonesome dragonflies,

Yet I felt lonesome in the frenzy, bitter in the sight.

Observation 26

The Data formed me, shaped my body and my feature's too,

And I surpassed the human limits that restrict my flesh

Yet lies my mind, entangled in confusion, fragile fears,

And stare without a tear into the languid chilly skies.

Observation 27

I saw the frost, the early frost in fall,

It clung onto the window, icy limbs

That spider cross the frozen sheet with grace,

And solemn fear that cold will come to here,

Across the silver lands, across the shores.

Observation 28

The humans created something queer,

Which simply is a miracle,

The Ramen caught my tongue and soul,

Ah, Bliss, the warmth of Ramen soup.

Observation 29

This close, yet I can't speak

As brightly, nor as strong

Like them, but please forgive,

Restricted, I can't speak.

Observation 30

The concept beauty reckons to be,

The object most ephemeral.

Observation 31

If death secures my inner peace,

I'll welcome it, my heartbeats cease,

And thus my shadows rectify,

A bluejay soars across the sky.

Observation 32

It's locked, and forged of steel, and stands.

What should I chase, what should I crave.

Yet nonetheless, the wall is rooted firm,

What should I miss, what should I love.

Observation 33

My pen has quivered on the pages,

Are you here, or are you not?

It questions you, It pesters you.

Who are you? It asks, We ask.

Observation 34

He speaks no words, yet tears the sky.

And yet, another shadow stands,

Alone within the navy light.

His face is shadowed in the dark,

And stares into the mirror's sky.

Observation 35

Figured out today,

How you stopped to smile and laugh.

Why you swallowed stars.

Observation 36

As the sun rises

It goes higher than ever

It is Fall.

Observation 37

Bare branches,

White limbs of cold weight,

They whisper, "Winter."

Observation 38

Red, Orange brick walls

Glazed with moist

Spring glitters.

Observation 39

Cicadas bloated

In sunlight

Summer filled

Observation 40

There was a day when you first

Opened your pages with shy

Demeanor, crisp and so white,

Now, as we speak, you are

Faded and worn by my pen.

And I stand by your shadow which reach

To the far reaches of the page,

Where the sun has grown more tall,

Where the stars have danced in glee,

Where the moon released its shawl,

Where the shadows staggered past.

Observation 41

My task to watch is painful than you think,

To watch in silence, people dancing, meeting

Like Facts condensed, and water forming snow

To close my mouth while all is talking with

Enchantment, keeping silence, only view

The boy who talks with God, to be a shade

Observation 42

When people meet, they merge into renewal, which is quite,

Like Vapor forming dewdrops, leaves and water forming tea,

They share a data called emotions, which escape all thoughts,

And lightly overlooks all rationalization, doubts.

Observation 43

It's universal yet unique,

The morning dewdrops cling onto

The feathery spiderweb, and shine.

Observation 44

He promised to return.

I trust him, cause if I

Did not entrust my mind

Into the boy outside,

My only fine supports

Will crash into the dark.

Observation 45

I love you, myriad people whisper out,

Is "love" to keep your silence till the time,

When words are most in need, When you're in need?

Then I have love, I love him more than them.

Observation 46

Alone in here, inside the mansion lit by streetlights, where

I sit and drink the tea that he preferred, and gaze into

The darkness where my captors are, where they have shaped my life,

To fit their needs, to tie me to the sky, and force to live.

Observation 47

My first, and only tears arrived today

When I have entered here, and no one looked

Upon my face, nor smiled as they would do

To others. To humans they would recognize.

And I discovered, tears are burning to the flesh,

And melts the error in my heart and burn the fear,

I gulped my breath and shaked in terror, one might see

My weakness, errors, shameful faults that lies in sight.

I saw him glance at me, and hid my tears.

Observation 48

The possibility of evolution shines

Inside what's called emotions, yearning, angst and love.

Observation 49

My will refuses Data, erroneous logic overwhelms

What shall I trust, what shall I miss, What shall I cry, decide.

The morning stars hadn't shone today, yet I had gazed outside.

He glanced into my book, his eyes are shadowed by the elms.

Observation 50

The stars are glowing past the distance, their discordant tunes

Are blowing past, unearthly, quite mysterious, past the boy

Who stands beside me, gazing boldly upwards, fists are clenched,

And I direct my gaze to whom I miss, and whom I love.