#deleted
there's nothing left for me to do,
I'm just a nobody to everybody,
with me they are done & through, already gone & deleted
from their human minds,
like a recording that's gone before rewind,
nothing but their trash,
after it's burned down to ash,
like ashes to dust,
I'm still scattered here & there,
still just making a mess.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 1:37 PM UTC
Is it... Irony?
My life is language
and I have no words for you.
Erasing each little quip
before it reaches my lip
only echoes
A thousand lines for you.
The precedent muse,
and you won't see them
even if written
you won't see them
deleted.
I feel defeated
By myself and my hands
by my words
with which the short line spans
I feel deleted
Concieted
As if it's my defeat to posess.
As if the story is in reference to me.
But it was ours
and now it's not.
You won't see it.
The words won't rhyme,
because it's not our song anymore.
It's a memory
Fading into the background
Frequencies slowly dying out
against the scenery
as our ears get too old to hear them.
We'll remember differently every time
we think of it again.
Until it's different again.
Over and over,
until the echoes are a whole new chorus.
A different memory.
And the spark will be dead again.
In another new way.
I'll always be sorry.
Then I'll remember it
and type it, and delete it.
And we'll forget it, but we won't.
We'll hear the echoes
and won't have the words.
Deleted.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
sometimes i wonder
if i could wipe all the memory,
just to get revenge
for all the times they deleted me.
sometimes i wonder
if i could unplug
and upload,
so that they would never see me.
sometimes i wonder
how they would start to forget me,
once the disk stopped turning.
but would them forgetting
be their revenge on me?
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
Last Night I Deleted a Handful Of Poems
Now Where Are They?
Gone Forever?
Discarded Quill and Feather?
No...
They're In My Head..
It Fills Me With Dread...
No Matter How Hard I Try...
Deleted Words
Don't Delete From The Mind...
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
It happened just the other day
dragging words un-living, from the alley
weighing the dead, along the way
and summing, final tally
In all the web, and on HP
they wander round the edges
reminders in periphery
the crap left, in the dredges
At the final end of times
be it the internet, or man
the zombies of past poems, rhymes
as the sh#t, goes though, the fan
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Hello hello hello
I am a formerly re-deleted duplicated poem
my master had it in mind
into the trash twas, goin
he wadded me up
and tossed me out of sight
my brother was a duplicate
one that he got, just right
so here I am, and here I'll stay
brought back from the dead
cuz there ain't no how, and ain't no way
still bouncing round, his head
so he edited me, in an attempt to dismiss
and changed up all the words
making me, into this
How many times, how many ways
is there to say goodbye, my friend
to things best not left around
and finally, put to death
at a deleted
end
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Hello hello hello
I am a formerly deleted duplicated poem
my master had it in mind
into the trash twas, goin
he wadded me up
and tossed me out of sight
my brother was a duplicate
one that he got, just right
so here I am, and here I'll stay
brought back from the dead
cuz there ain't no how, and ain't no way
still bouncing round, his head
so he edited me, in an attempt to dismiss
and changed up all the words
turning me, into this
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
Do you realize what you do? Whenever you delete one of us?
You use minutes of your life to write us up, Isn't that such a bust?
We wait around patiently in your drafts, possibly abandoned or alone
Hoping for that day where we will be finished and complete, your profile would be our home!
But there was something about us that you didn't like
Instead of revising and editing, you clicked "DELETE". You gave up the fight!
Change us! Revive us! Turn us into something that will please you!
Afraid of what people may think of us? Then allow us to seal their lips like glue!
We will be whatever you want us to be, but PLEASE give us a chance!
Are you a coward? Are you too lazy? You have everything you need in advance!
Don't let us go so quickly! Please don't put us to shame!
Or do you only see us as empty words with no meaning on a blank white page....
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
I was once fond of you
I fell in love the first time
I touched your face. You were
The only air I could breathe
The only screen I could see
But you began to freeze,
Deleted my files and
And would be blue sometimes.
I troubleshooted with Ctrl+Alt+Delete
And rebooted my systems.
Systems get restored awhile
Soon afterwards went back to
The same problems.
So I saved you in the thin clouds
All I could retrieve from
The corrupted files which
Some were hidden somewhere
On those wired server discs.
I saved you so
I could delete you one day
When I no longer fond of you
Until you will permanently become
The lost memories in the recycling bin
Deleted. Permanently.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
my poems of you will be deleted.
along with our memories.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
**** was I ever involved into something
That felt a bit more meaningful
Than day after day after day spinning this wheel
Like a **** idiotic squirrel
But I sure can face paint for three hours
At some god forsaken block party
Simply not to engage into any shallow conversations
Eat a full meal
And get lice...
Yes, it wasn't a misspelled
Love
Could someone come scratch my head please?
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
I cannot help
But to cling
To the memories
Where I once was
Beautiful,
Reduced now
To cold food
In a cracking bowl,
Shivering
Without a blanket,
And typing
Into a text box
I secretly hope
Will delete
This awful thought.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
A thousand times I've said it
I'll say it a thousand times more
I said it in my dreams
Screamed it in my nightmare
I said it on the phone
I've texted it out
In the kitchen, in our room
Nearly everywhere
I don't think you've heard me clearly
Because you're never there
You left me, standing here
Crying it out a thousand times
Living out my worst fear
I'm giving up, I'm never heard
I'll say it a thousand times more
But I'm changing one simple word
I love you?
~no~
I Hate You!
I hope you can hear me now
Want me to text it out?
I'll scream it in my dreams
Now that I know what it really means
A few simple letters, my message is changed
What I said before?
I think I was deranged
I didn't have a clue
Don't worry about replying ***
I've already deleted you
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
I now remember,
all the times I had with her.
That day at the park,
that day when I treated her to dinner,
or that day when we went to the movies,
and stayed for far too long.
I now remember,
all the things about her.
Her gorgeous eyes,
her bright smile,
or how our hands fitted perfectly.
But those things don't matter anymore
Now I've been left with this
aching pain.
I've been spending sleepless nights,
still thinking about her.
Oh why didn't I see,
just how much she treasured me?
It was foolish of me
letting her leave.
If only I can turn back time,
to spend one more moment,
one more second
with her in my arms.
Why didn't I show that I love her.
Why didn't I show that she meant the world to me.
But these things don't matter anymore.
Since now all I have,
is myself to blame.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
Being deleted
From
Someone's
Life
Is like
Choking
Every time
You
Swallow something.
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
They Know
They've seen it
What I think of them
Those things you can't say to them
cause then they'd hate you
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC