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WickedHope Dec 2014
I wrote a political piece,
I wrote an ****** epic,
I wrote a satire on society,
I wrote a rhyming rhapsody...
But I decided to delete them
With my fifty page science fiction novella...
Oh... What have I done?

I wrote this despicable blurb to express my despair.
I get angry and stupid...
aj Sep 2014
there are times when i watch you and think i'm watching a sunshower.
and i can't help but want to feel your every drizzle and ray against my skin.

do you know what it feels like
to be hot and cold?
writing whatever
nova Jun 2014
a text, just a text
to spill to you my deepest thoughts
​delete it, now delete it

before i hit send
no one will ever see it
only my head

my eyes, my mind
words burned so brightly
but kept so silent
Georgie Watts Jun 2014
Delete finger
go back
to whence you came!
Most usually deployed
when I’ve done something
inane, lame or insane…
In my mind I suppose
to knows
all what people think of me
and thus supposition
(the annoying ******)
sometimes threatens creativity.
The pieces will eventually make sense
and be understood
by those who are not dense
that I do what I do
because
I am compelled to
So I cannot delete myself.
www.wattsington2.wordpress.com
i May 2014
telling fake tales
of your ******
up childhood, isn't
going to make it
better or delete
all the nasty memories.
i Apr 2014
#4
you were so distinctive,
      that i had to delete
          all the history that
               you made, all the
                    marks that you left,
                        just so they don't
                           know about the two
                               of us,  just pretending
                                  that you were never here.
maybe you've changed, but i still love you.
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