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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.
 Feb 2018 Matthew S
jess
i feel like time is
s
  l
    i
       p
          p
           i
               n
                    g.

i feel like there is more i could have done yesterday. 
 
i regret not kissing you enough yesterday,
because now i realize i can't tomorrow.

today i missed you,
it came in waves like water clashing against rocks.

yesterday i said "tomorrow you'll be okay."
and again i will tell myself, tomorrow.

yesterday wasn't as bad as today is or will be,

yesterday and tomorrow.
does it make a difference if i feel the same?  
-j.p.
i kinda fixed this one up a bit but it's pretty old - think i'll edit it again later to actually mean something because i really like the ending. sorry if my stuff doesn't make sense.
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
 Feb 2018 Matthew S
Abigail B
Fingers dance eagerly
Over their choices.
Eyes scrutinize
The decadence
And danger
That has been displayed.

Fingers select
The smallest orb.
They graze over
Their decision
And dissect it
To reveal the dark, dripping heart.

A single cherry
Sits in the warmth
Of a chocolate sphere.
Teeth devour
And divide
And tear the delicate pit apart.
 Feb 2018 Matthew S
Hi De
I'm like a kid
playing hide and seek
trying so hard to cover up
what's inside my heart and mind

with every beat of this heart of mine
I hear your name repeatedly
it shouts, it whispers
it smiles, it leaps

even if it's not me,
the man you're dreaming of.
I'd still continue liking you,
even though I'm not the one you're thinking of.

even if I'm not the one,
not the person you love,
I'd still continue loving you earnestly,
even if your heart belongs to someone else.

It doesn't matter if I'm not the one you like
I'd still love you
Hi guys, actually this is a song I wrote in Tagalog or Filipino Language...
just a rough translation of the lyrics... this song sadly reflects a part of my unrequited love.

"Para ba akong isang bata
na naglalaro ng taguan
pilit na tinatakpan
ang laman ng puso't isipan

sa bawat tibok nitong puso
naririnig ko ang pangalan mo
sumisigaw, bumubulong
ngumingiti, tumatalon

kahit na hindi ako
ang tao na pangarap mo
tuloy parin akong hahanga sa iyo
kahit na hindi ako ang nasa isip mo

kahit na hindi ako
ang tao na iyong gusto
tuloy parin akong magmamahal sayo
kahit na hindi ako ang nasa puso mo

Kahit na hindi ako ang tao na iyong gusto
patuloy parin akong magmamahal sayo."
 Feb 2018 Matthew S
Ryan Holden
In life we wither
slowly as we go
through seasons weathers
nature always grows.

We can contemplate
and we can always worry,
we can’t subjugate
so we suffer covertly.

If we took a seed
to sow, no fear,
even noxious weeds
know reasons it’s here.

As the years start to orbit
and time keeps on ticking,
worry about your wallet
it won’t show in your coffin.

Summers end pinches us
for the seeds we have sown,
disbursement of pods fuss
for the spring, to be grown.

With nothing to lose
with nothing to fear,
if it’s dwelling you choose
whilst you spend your time here.

Nature knows it snows
and nature knows it’s flaws,
still happy it knows
a new seasons open doors.

Only to bloom and admire bliss
whilst they are working hand in hand,
with Mother nature’s glistening kiss,
perhaps one day we will understand.
I just had a thought about how people go through life worrying about everything, and nature is happy knowing it can spread seeds for the next season. Just a perspective! Haha enjoy :)
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