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Jolan Lade Apr 2018
It is the pen and the paper, backspace and eraser, that makes this place better.
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.
Jayantee Khare Jul 2017
.......the key
backspace,  the  cursor  moved  back, and  encountered  that  empty  space, 
..........­you once
Don't go back to clear the past, back space puts us bck to empty space, accept it...just move on...another shape poetry...
E Townsend Sep 2015
I am the typewriter and you were
backspacing backspacing backspa
all my words as if I had never said them.
You knew I meant
every letter I slammed down
furiously into the keyboard
writing about you
about your lack of making time
closing me off last minute
ignoring any plans we made at all.
I don't get why you had to leave my
thoughts as if they were not validated.
If someone cared for you as much as I do,
I sure hope you don't backspace on them
before they can get a word out.
Morgan Lee Aug 2014
I get a strange satisfaction of watching the words disappear letter by letter as I hold down the backspace key. Sometimes I feel like that’s my life. You’re holding down my backspace key and the longer you do, the more of me disappears. I want to fill the page back up but every time I try, there you are, erasing. Deleting. Wiping everything I am away. The weight of your hand is too much for me and I can’t get out from under it.

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