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 Feb 2018 Hannah
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Oct 2017 Hannah
Elizabeth
A kiss just a kiss until you
   Find the one you love,
A hug is just a hug until
you find the one you're
   always thinking of.

A dream is just a dream
   Until it comes true,

Love was just a word until
   they day I met you.
 May 2017 Hannah
Apoorva
The night gets darker
But not darker than my thoughts
My spirit is breaking
And it wants to escape my soul
I can't fight any longer
This battle that I always loose
.
Past is my enemy
It wants to burn my home
Future's bleak
I'm seeking an easy cure
I can't find you anymore
I wish you were here before
.
There's no escape
From this treacherous path
Which leads nowhere
There must be hope
For fools like me
But i can no longer see
.
My heart aches  your presence
I need a saviour
To save me from myself
To confine my fears
But I can't find you anymore
I wish you were here before
.
But I was there for you
When your weepy eyes
Strayed for my shadow
I held your hand through
Those lonesome nights
Waiting for a flickering light
.
Now that you're gone
Memories burn my soul
I look for your presence
In strangers eyes
But I can't find you anymore
I wish you were here before
.
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
In cold November rain
In cold November rain
You'll ease the pain
You'll ease the pain
We'll meet again
We'll meet again
 Oct 2015 Hannah
A Yellow Domino
i. the black hole

stars
they too fell
beautifully warped
frighteningly dark

nothing matters
time ceases

it's empty
there's only gravity
(and you)

you're trapped.

ii.the event horizon

point of no return

destruction-mode: activated

every inch
every ounce
torn apart

b                                            y            ­                                  i
                      t      ­                                         b
         i                         b                                                                ­            t

you're gone.

iii. the singularity*

beyond
another galaxy awaits
now
go forth

weightless
fearless*

you're infinite.
three stages of destruction according to black holes: first, we learn about this black hole and the loneliness and darkness that entails. then, we are destroyed. lastly, we don't even know what has become of us. but what we know is that we're different. and there are infinite possibilities of what will become of us. and only then, can we turn into something better.

moral of the story: we need to let go
 Jun 2015 Hannah
pluto
-The Name That Should Never Be Spoken*

I know you still think about him. and I'm sorry to tell you that you still will. the color green will never be the same for you and you'll still flinch every time you hear his name. and I'm so sorry because he doesn't give a crap about you. no matter how many times you change your outfit in the morning for the slim chance he might remember your name.

he won't. he will never.

you're just another girl that's infatuated with him. you're just another victim. stop being a victim. he's not worth it. loving him is not worth it. love isn't supposed to hurt that much. I know we don't have that much experience in the love department but I know you're not supposed hate loving someone. you're so dumb for giving every part of yourself to him. didn't you realize there was nothing left. didn't you realize that you started to become a shadow of who you once were, but even that was fading. I know it hurts and it still does. you won't even bring yourself to say his name, so don't. because he is not worth it. he was a waste of time.

you deserve someone who will love you back and will actually remember your name. you deserve someone who will touch you without even putting his hands on you. you deserve someone who could take off your party dress and see the memories and heartaches and laughs laced into your skin along with the dreams and hopes. you deserve someone who's strips away all of the anger you have underneath your pores because that's all you really wanted to take off.
 Jun 2015 Hannah
Styles
My love
 Jun 2015 Hannah
Styles
Touch me with your heart,
                           my love,
Love me with your soul.
               my love,
my heartbeat is yours.
         my love,
my heart seeks nothing more.
my love.
 May 2015 Hannah
Chris
.

I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
*touch yours
 May 2015 Hannah
B
Have you ever
 May 2015 Hannah
B
Have you ever looked at the night sky and pointed out the biggest, brightest star and imagined that maybe it's glowing so intensely because your soulmate is looking at that exact same star at the exact same time?


B.S.
 May 2015 Hannah
Alex
I am the book that’s already been read & put on the shelf.
I am the first generation of ipod.
I am the broken guitar string.
I am the car that won’t start.

I am the kid sitting alone downtown at 3am.
I am the 300 year old clock that just broke again.
I am the song that finishes too soon.
Today, tomorrow; I am invisible.

I’m not sure if this should be an apology letter.
I just figure for once, I might be able to make things better.
Me; is just something you should never ask me to define.
Modern day society can make you feel like this sometimes. I myself, have felt each and every one of these analogies day after day. I thought, instead of describing and explaining each one out, I'd be better off to leave the readers feel their own versions.
 May 2015 Hannah
L
There are
 May 2015 Hannah
L
times when I feel awfully low
and all I want to do is embrace you
and bury my face in your shoulders
and feel your nape
and your back
and the curve at the back of your waist.

Just the thought of your smell
and your touch
and the tingling I feel
when my skin meets yours
is enough.
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