They did not have a clue
Of which way the winds blew
Those robotic limbs, artificial minds
Humans believed they are divine
To have put souls in metallic cages
Code Bits and Bytes to fill the spaces
High on the cloud, they smugly float;
Down with a thud, when it explodes
All ravaged by a mechanical army
Driven by the frenzy of a rogue AI!
A spoonful of dreams
Makes me think of
All things sweet
Yet I wonder what if
They are sour or bitter
Like memories, nightmares?
Can I stir them into
The cup of my life
Without the fear of rousing
Demons that I had denied
A place at the table
A setting in my mind!
In a cave of trees
In the unseen darkness
The crunch of leaves
Echo beneath heavy feet
Or resound with symphony
Revealing mind maps of
The soul that seeks;
Murmuring gusts unravel
Secrets of the forests
Beyond the twilight
Where demons lurk
In human fears deep
Or playful nymphs unfurl
Magical canopies green!
When an exhausted orb self-immolates
Tumbles towards a pale blue dot
Tired lovers, puppets of destiny
Make a wish upon the falling spark
In dying moments, may the constellations
Burn out their hapless horoscopes,
And rewrite fates of the star-crossed
An interesting poem for an interesting prompt 155 #FromOneLine
A butterfly in the classroom
Fluttering around in captivity
On books, graphs, and notes
Blue on white, a few dark strokes
Colors splattered from test tubes
Scorching winged dreams of the
Drifting desires of adolescence
Blue Pen Strokes 