Who understands the frustrations of using spell check on the phone?
Me I do.

My smart phone isn't very smart,
it types words that I would never use.

Some people are very rude,
they judge me because of a typo.
Hahaha!

I think that some people are just
too judgemental
to allow such a thing to go
without giving demeaning criticism.

It's not fair because it's not my fault the phone is programmed to work the way it does.

How I am the error or the stupid one
if I have tried to change the spelling yet the phone still types for me?

Sometimes it works and has a beautiful sway,
other times it choaks my poetic flow
goes the other way.  

But there's no call for rude comments,
what did I do to you?
It must be your personal issues,
has nothing to do with me.

There only typos,
they won't bite you
or cause you cancer.

You don't have to stop by my space and throw it in my face.

You are a childish person to think
it was okay.
Also I am disabled
and I have learned to love my mistakes.

Why don't you try being autistic and suffer from a movement disorder on top of muscle dystrophy?
You think it's easy for me? Hahaha

I am proud to say "yes I make spelling errors like everyone else does once in a awhile."

I bet you started out with horrible spelling,
you had to because you had to learn just like the rest of us.

You are no different than anyone else.
I hope you feel better about yourself someday.

I wish you the best.
Maybe you need a hug.*

*© By Amanda Shelton

my spelling has been rather poor of late
from the words some letters were omitted
this day I shall not goof up on my slate
those grave mistakes won't be permitted
a friend did tell me to smarten my act
she said she'd observed so many errors
in my compositions this be a fact
she stated that I must stop these terrors
by employing greater concentration
on applying my pen to my lines
exact spelling is a good validation*
using this tested way I'll not get fines
to-day no letters have been forgotten
*henceforth my pages won't be so rotten

Writing a program
is just like
following your dream

You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.

You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.

Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite    
and restart all over again .

But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .

Rested your mop of hair
On piles and piles
Of poems old and new
Your mouth running like a faucet
Not yet digested meals and fluids
Your green apple chunks
And what used to be
A Reese's Peanut Buttercup
Give a new meaning to
The words they are slathered on top of
And underline
The word envy is no longer associated
With green
But a murky brown and gray
At least, to me
As I pet your head
Hoping to lessen the stream of the
Undigested
Blood leaks through the corner
Flowing with the unsightly current
Highlighting graphite
Crossing out the errors
All of it

Mistakes are what everyone is entitled once. but just;
But when you make more, the one thing that fades are your peers and families trust.

You know that you will make more and rarely catastrophic;
But mostly it is stupid and sometimes microscopic.

You say your sorry so sorrowfully that you are depressed;
Because your only shred of nobility just got compressed.

You are finally ready to live again after what you call "the sentence";
Because you know that all is forgotten and all pastance.

So, the tabernacle curtain ripped
Over the pallor of your eyes;
The wall of reliance has a crack,
Every level has it's fault,
Cement gives it strength.
The foundation's well-worth building on.
Leave the tools on site,
Tomorrow make it right.
An abandoned house,
Whomever lived there,
Collapses on itself.

So, is this what the owner wanted?
Brush on a new coat,
Hang floor length drapes,
Sweep away the refuse.
Bestow a second chance
On the sinner,
Not the sin;
On the wrong,
Not the doer.
Climb the steps again,
And knock,
Someone's in.

I posted a write in 2015.

"strong?"

Recently it was reposted, which is terrific.
But in the notes it stated that my mom may
have had a stroke. I live with my parents
who are quite elderly. I care for them.
Well, it turned out that she was dehydrated
from the blazing heat of Arizona. I made
sure she had enough water, but we have
a swamp cooler and no A/C. She was
treated and released from the hospital.
She is fine now. If anyone read this before
I caught it and changed it, please forgive
if it caused you distress. That sad notation
was true in 2015, but not now.

Please note:  It's a beautiful, kind idea
to repost. But be sure you look at the
footnotes first. Not everyone looks at
the date of the original posting. Thanks!

♡Catherine

I saw an eruption
It was cataclysmic
Bringing violent destruction
I saw an eruption
Come from my own mouth
And the words are ash on the victim

So what can I do to make this right?
What can I do?
When the lava still is flowing

I saw a nuclear bomb
Falling from the sky
Falling from my own self
And it feels the fallout is never ending

So what can I do to make this right?
What can I do?
Within this radiation

And where do I go from here?

From forest destruction
To cheating and arson
And willful injury of persons

I have to know
I have to show you
The past is the past
And I ****** up
But we still have a future
We still have a heartbeat
We still have a chance
To get it right

So where do we go from here?

It's in every choice we make

Forgive me

If I ask for more than what I can give

If I scream when I must be silent

If I run away when you need me most

Forgive me

When I say, "I don't love you anymore".

They are words that I've never felt and that are now turned against me

Forgive me

If my hands have ever hurt you

If I spent one day away from you...

In someone else's arms, body, and skin

Forgive me

If I'm not who you deserve

If I'm not worth the pain you've paid time and time again

Forgive me

And don't look for a reason or a "why"

You can blame it all on me

Forgive me

If there is one thing I want from this life, it's you

Forgive me...

I've got this poem, it's most astounding.
It's big and juicy like the best grilled steak.
I've pushed the publish, more times than i'd liked.
This sites full of holes, imperfections like freaks.
Unlike yours this one is defined.
It didn't need self diagnosis or shrink on retainer.
For this poem was just too immense.
A fix for this would be a no-brainer.
Full of imagery not fit for your eyes.
This gateway it did not fit.
A warning for all freaks.
502 - Its really really ****.