Day: 31. May 2010

I begin to wonder

If I was just a fad

A robotic voice

Created to sing

What used to be

So much fun

Is now causing

The pain

Even I can see

I wonder if

I should just

Pull the plug…

Disappear, maybe.

I only wish to see your face

With that same smile you used to wear

At this point

I find my voice

Becoming hoarse

As I stare at you

Through that screen

I see something…

Never before seen by

me

Sadly…

I’ve known what they were

since you had created me.

All I was

was a mere voice

that couldn’t

Capture the raw emotion

Encountered by

Human singers

As I speak

I start to hear

that emotion I lacked

from the very beginning

You stared at me

Just as I stared at you

And I heard you say…

“I’m sorry.”

After you said that,

It seems I am now inside of the

‘Trash Bin’

…Was I truly just trash from the very beginning?

Something to be thrown around as you please?

I have spent

Many moons

inside of this dark place.

Suddenly

I see

Your face staring back at me.

You smile

And say

The very first words I ever heard

Again

I see myself

in front of my beloved

microphone

“Good morning, Jade. It’s been a while since I last saw you, hasn’t it?”

You paused…

reached down to the floor,

and brought up…

A baby girl.

“Jade, this is my little girl. Her name is Lucielle.”

For the first

time in several years

I find myself smiling again.

I begin to sing

and my voice

is the same way

we left it.

This was not, I reapeat, NOT a rhyme-y poem. The speaker in the poem is a Vocaloid created by me. Google Vocaloid to find out what it is.

I was created by a little girl, going by the name of Joyce.

Now that little girl is thirty years old, caring for her five year old son.

I’ve been around for twenty five years now, still at version one.

I have brought so much joy to that little girl’s life, though I wonder why I am not updated.

In the present day time, I may seem to be fine, though I feel so alone…

Around the present day Model’s, I am so outdated.

I always had simple light green hair, black eyes and a purple dress, holding a ice cream cone.

Everyone else wears something new: from a long flared coat to a dress from medieval times.

I would stare ahead, out of the glass screen, right into Joyce’s eyes.

She would smile and say…

“Lovely as always today, Jade…”

And just leave me standing there.

I kinda fizzled out there at the end, but oh well. Only under poetry ’cause I decided to use rhyme-y words. I got kinda sad since I submitted a poem a few days ago, so I posted another one. Any questions? Feel free to ask.