So I was going through some of my old notes tonight and I found some poetry that I wrote maybe back in 1999, so about 11 years ago; crazy to think it was that long ago.

Some of was written during the time I was reading a lot of Issac Asimov and I though it would be interesting to explore what it would be like if a sentient robot was writing a poem or trying to describe his feelings to a human.


Like time swept across forever

Misty showers in the sea of 1's and 0's

beating through my circuits

searching through logic

locked in unrecognized patterns

Is this emotion?


Here is another example:


Feral void

baseless reality

roaming randomly

outstretched

out of the far

near the endless

of whatever

grasping for air

feeding it molecules

regenerating

making copy after copy

clone after clone

the endless cycle

striving for perfection

and becoming less

aching through time

it searches

and finds only

nothing


I think it's interesting to think about how different sentient creature would view the world, it free's me up and allows me to explore things differently than how I would as a human.