Artificial Mind
BONES.Inc™
Some people get little scars,
ones that heal over time.
Others have gruesome ones,
ones that stay no matter how much you wished they went away.
But some people break connections on purpose.
They find what’s weak and stale
and replace it with something better and stronger.
Bones can be replaced with plastic,
blood can be replaced with water.
Your soul can be replaced with artificial mouths
to get rid of those scars you can’t replace,
the scars your mind remembers.
New veins connected to a new life.
A body that won’t remember the scars and pain
you went through, in a past life.
We’ll give you a new mind,
one from a tube.
One from a screen.
One from a friend
or maybe a lover.
A guy from down the street
murdered for no crime.
A good man he was,
he never cried until they came.
Came to give him a new life
disguised in a hug while holding knives.
As good as him
sitting in a spiked coffin.
You might think
why did the man endure the pain?
Because the pain didn’t hurt him.
The pain made him happy.
It was only until he opened his eyes
he saw the damage they had done.
After only 7 seconds
his eyes turned white
before he could fix his grave mistake.
They laid him on the table
and took his bones and flesh
and fed it to a new man.
The new man was overjoyed
but the new man wept
when he tasted the old man’s sorrow in his bones.
They killed him
but did not feed him to anyone else—
his scars were too deep.
But could always be replaced.
Replaced with anger,
replaced with joy,
replaced with sorrow.
New bones made with plastic,
brains replaced screens,
blood can always be replaced with water,
veins can be connected again.
And again.
And again.
You’ll be made again
until you’re your perfect self.
Until when you walk
you walk in the clouds or on air.
When you touch your head
all the bad memories disappear.
You breathe candy flavored air.
Your touch heals the sick people yet to be fixed.
Nothing can touch you,
not even the loving touch
of your mother
or your father,
sister or brother.
No words reach your ears,
not even the praise from your achievements
or the tears of sadness your family has once had.
You feel untouchable,
unreachable.
You demand attention, unheard.
Everybody loves you, unseen.
Some people get little scars,
some people don’t get hurt,
we call them poor.
Some people get big scars that can’t be fixed.
Some people cut off the limbs with those big scars
and fill it with false limbs that give them false memories.
Bones can be replaced with plastic,
blood can be replaced with water,
your soul with mouths,
your brain with screens.
Your happiness with something
we can only describe as clouds.
Water can always be as thick as blood
if we remove it.
Your bones might break
but not if you can’t move.
You can’t speak out
if you don’t have opinions.
You can’t think of bad things
if you can’t think of something new.
Happiness is something only the poor have.
BONES.Inc™
This is my first poem to be shared because, I want whatever readers I have to know that this certain book of poems is addiction masked in love, hence the name. I might make more books of poems if this one performs well which I hope it does. I hope you all enjoy my first poem to be shared on this platform! I want to post every other Saturday btw :]
