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.
