Day 4: Twisted Inspiration

I don't know what to call this, it's a short story/poem-ish thing that came to my mind after listening to some music and relating som feelings I had towards issues in my life and with other people. Take from it what you will.

Metallic Conversion

The metropolitan drones board the silver box
Mature, advanced, hard-wired figures
All with a false sense of independence
“The city made you this way!” A man exclaimed
But nobody looks at him, they just turn away
Their hardened and shiny drone suits gleam brightly
Showing shells of who they actually are
Lonely, empty, dead
“We have no soul. Don’t you remember?”
Burst of android laughter fill the cart,
Human? No, just sick instruments of the Universe
The man disembarks.
This is common in the metropolis

One boy sits next to his drone mother
A teardrop rolls down his face
“Don’t you dare cry!” The mom yells
All the drones turn and stare at the boy
Short-circuiting, wires bursting, oil spewing
Madness personified
A drone cannot feel, cannot love, cannot live
Confused, soulless, they all lay there, shut down
This is common in the metropolis

The boy departs from the train,
He stands alone, staring into the distance
Questioning everything he believes in,
Is every warm feeling even worth the trouble?
Can he ever love and be loved?
With too many questions, he made a decision to become a drone on that platform.
"It's just easier this way. Who needs to feel? Who needs love?"

A delicate flower turns into stone

This too, is common in the metropolis.

Day 3: and why did this turn into a semi-rant? lol

For the recored the count of days that you see in the title is basically how many days since I started reposting.

I was thinking earlier tonight about stuff -- Okay I'll elaborate. Although I'm pretty much better from the whatever happened with my failed date and a half, (WHICH FOR THE RECORD WENT QUITE WELL AND SHOULD HAVE DEVELOPED INTO SOMETHING..but..) but on occasion I think about it and what could have happened if the other guy was more interested in me and again begin to spiral into ridiculous thoughts. Such as, omg i wish things would have worked out, what did i do, why cant i do cute romantic things bc i have no one right now, why is it so hard to find someone, i just want to share my time with someone, i want to go out to dinner then a movie then dessert, i want to go to the beach at night (even though i'm a fatass), i want to go shopping-have a dinner with the view of the water-go to brooklyn bridge park and stare into the distance--stupid romantic shit, like.. all these things are so attainable these aren't things that are extreme crazy or w/e you know?

 I have bitter feelings towards the world and all my past encounters with men and potential relationships because they have all failed. Given, there hasn't been too many of those situations.. and I want to say that I'm mad at some of the people that hooked me up with others but that would be a lie because it's not their fault (perhaps they could have screened them a bit more...) it's honestly most likely either my fault or theirs but since I can't read minds and figure out what going on with them I automatically target myself as the reason that everything fails. I think it's just not fair.. but I'm taking more and more steps to make myself feel better and to live and love myself more but I think a relationship.. would help.. please?

Anyways well i was going to write about... errr I forgot, something alone the lines of a poem that I wanted to share but when I was inspired to write.. I just watched tv instead. Maybe the same inspiration will come back.

World just work with me here! >.>