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TRUST
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IS LIKE AN ERASER
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IT GETS SMALLER
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AFTER
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EVERY MISTAKE
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trust is like an eraser it gets smaller after every mistakes🌸🌸🌸
Lara Apr 24
You just keep on erasing my name from your life.

What did I do to deserve to be treated from you like that?

I always treated you right and had respect for you.

But now you just keep on trying to ruin my life, my heart, my feelings.

Stop erasing my name.
Just walk out of my life.

TRUST

is like an eraser.

It gets smaller and smaller
after every mistake!


sunday Nov 2019
The dry eraser has a soft, light, grey fluff

with a brush black finish,

that's been tainted by the imprints of black ink,

and a black rectangular prism,

that also has the word "EXPO" bolded in large letter

in an organized yet artistic fashion

as if to say,

"I erase ink"

This particular eraser has...
Someone finish this for me
Rory Mels Tims Jul 2019
O eraser, o eraser,
You were supposed to make it white
Instead you made it gray
O eraser, o eraser,
You smudge my work all day!
O eraser, o eraser,
I'm throwing you away!
You're hard and black with pencil dust--
O eraser! O eraser!
Away!
I was just bored in class one day and frustrated by how many erasers are
Rory Mels Tims Apr 2019
O eraser! O eraser!
You were supposed to make it white
Instead you made it gray
O eraser! O eraser!
You smudge my work all day
O eraser! O eraser!
I'm throwing you away
O eraser! O eraser!
You're hard and black from pencil dust
You're sticky gray from acrylic crust
O eraser! O eraser!
Away!
It's like the opposite of an ode.
Anne J Nov 2018
handles of time click
permanently forward without an
eraser or a reverse
Lately, I've been thinking about the embarrassing, pathetic things I did when I was younger. The saddest thing about the difference between the past, present,and future is that there is one that you cannot change the events. We all know which one I'm talking about, unfortunately. :(
E B K Jul 2018
Look at me
you've seen my face
hundreds of times

Look at me
without your dead eyes
as if my body was
filled with empty space

Look at me
we are not strangers
I know your dog's name

Look at me
without talking to your friends
laughing the laughs we used to share

nothing is the same

Look at me
I know those laughs have ended
those memories more filled with grey

But stop being the eraser
that wipes me all away
This is about a friend who "broke up" with me.
jul Jun 2018
4b
i continue writing your scripture along my fragile skin hoping that you’ll understand the words that I devote to you.
in the hopes of forgetting you, i’ve desperately tried to erase the idioms that i’ve created with the images and ideas that are engraved into my mind,
but i’m stuck staring at the shavings that you’ve left behind.
my hands tire from the constant motion of trying to erase even the smallest mark left on the stained paper.
its stained with memories of you.
of us.
my fingers tremble and lead drips down my face onto the castles i've made out of paragraphs.
my breath rushes from the bottom of my lungs and overflows the tiny broken down, brick walls.
i've built thrones which sit unused.

i know that you look upon me with disgust while my hands are covered in dust and graphite but i cannot help write poems about us.
i've used this pencil down to the very tip foolishly believing that my words affect you.
i know that this poem is a mess but it is what i became.
because of you.

because while you obliviously sit
i knowingly, absurdly, continue writing with a pencil in my hand and shavings dispersed across my lap,
creating fantasies.
Diána Bósa Jun 2018
Once I was a preserver
a wayfarer
a maker
but later
you turned me into a useless stargazer
by losing the will of being your tracer
I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver

I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
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