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Xander Jansen May 2019
Basic knowledge of many things,
makes others think I'm a genius.
Xander Jansen Apr 2019
"You did this to me"
Those are the words that you sent.
Before your last breath.
Xander Jansen Apr 2019
You gave me such love,
but you treated me so wrong.
I must walk away.
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.
Xander Jansen Apr 2019
Are you proud of me?
Did I satisfy your needs?
Or did I fail you?
Xander Jansen Apr 2019
I awaken to a feeling I have grown accustomed to.
The neverending search of something greater.
Shuffling from day to day,
hoping to find the spark that can ignite my life.
No longer living, only surviving.
Xander Jansen Apr 2019
I sit in the Silence.
The slow tick tick ticking of the clock on the wall.
Nothing is here, no one is here.
I have only the thoughts in my head to keep my company.
I would choose any other company over them.
Their words like poison.
The thoughts spread like wildfire.
My breathing quickens.
I begin to sweat.
I'm no longer thinking.
Only panicking.
I pull out my phone.
I send a text.
I answer a call.
"Hey handsome."
Suddenly I'm not alone in the Silence.
But this is not the reality.
No one is there to save my breaking mind.
Instead, I sit.
And panic, and think, and panic some more.
Only myself, my thoughts, and my demons
to keep me company in that cold Silence
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