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Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
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.
17th  Dec 2019
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17th Dec 2019
It's easier to grieve than to keep giving without getting anything back
It's easier to grieve than to keep giving without getting anything back


It's easier to grieve than to keep giving without getting anything back
It's easier to grieve than to keep giving without getting anything back
It's easier to grieve than to keep giving without getting anything back

CTRL+C
CTRL+C
CTRL+C
CTRL+C
CTRL+C
CTRL+V
CTRL+V
CTRL+V
CTR­L+V
CTRL+V
Serenity Elliot  Oct 2014
Ctrl +
Serenity Elliot Oct 2014
Ctrl + C* me onto your heart
Ctrl + X me out and hang me above your bed
Ctrl + V my words into the poetry of your thoughts
Ctrl + S me from these lonely nights
Ctrl + W the door and let's dance
Kiamm  Aug 2014
CMD
Kiamm Aug 2014
CMD
now is the time to ALT your view;
SHIFT your perspective.
FILE away the things that made you you
and INS a new way to live.

forget about CTRL;
PG UP or PG DN.
i CMD you to find your soul
and put an END to that frown.

so, from now on, whenever you think of HOME
PAUSE, ESC and think of a new poem.
This is for all the IT geeks out there. I wrote this after watching Dead Poets Society for the first time, utterly inspirational.
i lost you somewhere
between
florescent skylines
and linoleum earth.
(the world's most endangered species are:
1. the muscle between your cheeks
2. the limbs at the end of your arms)
Craig Verlin Aug 2013
I hope you know I'm losing my ******* mind
copy and pasting myself to an early grave
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullets
**** that trigger feels awfully nice
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
is this what hell is?
stuck in a cubicle
endless and tedious
doing everything
and accomplishing nothing
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
I can't handle being left
alone with my thoughts
this long
it's no good for the soul
too many mistakes
prancing around
teasing the imagination
showing you every bad decision
and they won't leave you alone
because you know they're right
because you don't sleep at night
because everything is not how
it was supposed to be
all you want is a full night's sleep
instead everything is
copied and pasted
your whole reality
is made up of interactions
copied and pasted
throughout your memories
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullet
you know what to do
kenye Oct 2014
Je ne sais quoi
Yeah,
she don't got it no more.

They aborted it from her
when they sold her the
the false perfection elixir
that soul'd her out

Hook, line, and sink her
gut her,
fillet her.

Ctrl-alt-del the fetus,
the sacrifice of the inner-child.
Molested into the machinery of Moloch

He butchered
the absolute heart
of the poem of life
out of her body.

She stands naked
goddess-less
kicked into the prison pit
of existence

Now she's like *everybody
.
She's nobody.
This is an excerpt from a song I wrote from my Soul Punkera. It's titled "Fashioning the Object" It is influenced by an art exhibit of the same name I saw in Chicago a couple years back. It really changed my perspective on the way our beauty standards are flawed, and the disenchantment of the suffering models are put through to obtain perfection. A lot of the Soul Punkera itself is influenced by Ginsberg's Howl. So I make several references to it.

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