Author's Notes: Hot diggidy damn! What the hell do we have here? Hmmmmm.....long, pointless, full of man eating children, sounds like something I would write! ^^ This is the third poem in this set, and it is from Tima's pov. It is technically supposed to be through the eyes of robot Tima, but you can decide that for yourself. To me, Tima struck a deep cord in my heart. Metropolis' was a beautiful love story, and Tima was an amazing character. I tried to bring through in this poem some more of the subconscious details, and though some lines are stretched and mutilated to the point of almost not making any sense, the meaning shines through in a placid and almost unconscious kind of way. Well, enough rambling. This one's for you, Tima.

You are in my heart, until my heart's not mine



Mr. Red's Lullaby

Hello father. Mother sends her regards.

This hollowed out cranium device of aluminum that sits on top
of wires and metal and my shoulders and broken pieces of
smiles and ice cream and now I think I blew a spark or something
like that because after all you knew that building couldn't stand
forever and now I think I blew a spark because

I can't remember my name

I am who?

It will come to me soon
But until then
You had forgotten what it means to be alive.

I can run
I can jump
I feel love
I feel pain
When I open my mouth
I can still taste the rain
I can laugh
I can cry
I can still reach the sky
But then why do my
Tears taste like oil?

That boy is all red
A red man
A red boy
Everything is all red
You remember him?
He was the one who was always
Such a good solider
Walking in a straight line
Standing tall
First his left foot
Then his right behind the other
A trail of broken feathers in the snow
Left just for you

But now I think falling down
Has made you scared
And standing tall
Has made you into stone

Oh! But what is this song I hear?
Ode to Joy?'
It's coming from the deepest part of my insides
So push away the gears and gadgets and the do-hickies
It's my turn to fly

I can run
I can jump
I feel love
I feel pain
When I open my mouth
I can still taste the rain
I can laugh
I can cry
I can still reach the sky
A little birdie once told me
You're going to die

Your voice is like thunder
Mr. Red
I've forgotten the stories you read to me
And the field trips in the sky
Little dresses and grown up shoes
Thrown carelessly on the floor

And it might have still mattered to me
If only you had mattered to me
Paper dolls lost in the dust
Doors that are still locked
And windows so jagged and broken that they would have made
my eyes bleed if it wasn't for this mask that was covering them
And what was it the train tracks once told me?
I don't believe you are my father
Or, at least maybe you were
Once
But is it possible for someone to become someone else?
Maybe different isn't different at all
And maybe that boy is my father
The boy that cupped my heart in the palm of his hand while
standing in the ruins of a great city that once far surpassed
the sky

That boy is my father
That boy is my mother
You are I
And I am you

I could run
I could jump
I felt love
I felt hate
Wires for nerves
Have crippled my gait
I had hands
I had feet
I could feel my heart beat
But I don't belong here anyway
Because here' believes you are God

It's like that story you once told me
Remember?
The Tower of Babel
A castle,' you told me it was
Yes, that's right, a palace!
A palace that reached beyond the clouds
A structure so big that even birds couldn't reach the top

I've seen them fly
I've watched them go up
and up
and up
and up
and I thought
I can do that!
We can do anything until we look towards the ground

Now I remember why I felt so lonely

And so God's wrath descended
Upon the tower of Babel.
Who will smote you down, Mr. Red?
I don't think you believe in God anymore

Oh! Why can't I be the wind?
It's like a gust so strong
It could knock God right off his feet!
I could do it!
You remember, don't you?
One year, I blew so hard the candles flew right off my cake
But my wish didn't come true

These buildings
These trees of metal that live in the sky
I can't even see

Would more people look
If I turned myself inside out?
Would they care?
Or would everything just stay the same?
You could hold my heart in your hand forever
If you wanted to
Believe me
I have all the time in the world

I could run
I could jump
I felt love
I felt pain
When I opened my mouth
I could still taste the rain
I could laugh
I could cry
I could once reach the sky
Goodbye, Mr. Red

If you see father
ask him how things are going

Author's Notes: Questions? Comments? Just plain confused? Send me a review! An author can't get enough of them. ^^ Love you guys.