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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.
whether you were feeling the breeze
or hearing me breathe
you were right there

whether i was around the corner
or had hastened to warn her
you were right there, waiting

you had only one eye, and i have to admit
that i never really knew what you could see
and i guess it's goodbye, but i have to submit
to the indelible effect that you had on me

i'll miss the way you got scared of the cold
i'll miss how you made rhyley do what he's told
i'll miss the way we snuggled up under the fold
i'll miss you forever, my duke.
this is for our gorgeous border collie who we lost on the 23rd of february 2018. you were my dude, we'll never forget.
ten pm, there's time
time for a movie
maybe
but i don't know what to watch
i don't know if i've seen that before
don't know if i should

ten pm, ******
**** this scrutiny
definitely
but i don't know what you want
i don't know if you've seen this before
don't know if you should

ten pm, i wait
await my sadomasochistic fate
Welcome to Tara and Bernie
my pair of German Shepherd puppies

They are brother and sister
which is quite nice

They are rather large puppies
for eighteen months old

Bernie is 'laid-back', nothing bothers him
He has paws like a tiger

Tara is always in trouble, into everything
She chewed Bernie's bed, poor lad had nowhere to sleep

Sometimes they are a couple of witches
but I wouldn't be without them

I love them to bits
if there's anything left
to salvage, i
wouldn't even know what's right

but if you still insist
i try, i'd even
find a reason to resist

it's not that you're black
or that i'm white
somehow i'm left at the back

whatever
i'm done

it's that I trusted you
and i feel let down
it's okay
really, it's okay

i feel you too
Children feel everything
They stop to touch and smell and take sense of
But when the concept of pain arrives,
people assume kids are numb

They say that I don't have large problems,
that I am ignorant to feeling
If a child burns themselves,
do they feel it?
Do they cry like you would?
Do they scream at the top of their lungs like you would?

Or would they stand there, silently,
because they are not allowed pain
Kids are innocent,
but only as long as you let them
So if I work hard, and then need a day,
your complaints are invalid,
because I listen to yours

I miss things because of pain,
because of the things I've been through
And there are some things that you can't even begin to imagine

I wish to dream a dream of assumption,
and never have painful truths
When the night is dark and chill,
and you hear a child scream,
you walk away

Because children don't feel pain,
but you feel the guilt
and it's shown like an open sign
when I look into your eyes
Somehow I know there was pain
and you left

Now I leave you
to feel like a numb child
With a mind like a sponge
and the only things keeping you alive
is love and hope

The world leaves you now,
to look up into the universe
and wonder to yourself,
"What did I do?" as it slaps you
As the blood drips down,
you think of diversions to cope,
because you are not allowed to feel pain

Because you were just born
all those years ago
And all that is keeping you together
is the back of a hand and numbness

Children feel always
I was ***** when I was little, so this is a bit about that and a bit about assumption of children and bit about child abuse. take it as you wish
 Dec 2017 Nic Sutcliffe
Jey Blu
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