#eraser
seeing you again
love fades
our fate
vanished as dust
left with a trace
our fate erased
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
The words that you’ve forced upon me are sad
I’ll take them anyways but you should know
That you can’t take them back
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 12:19 AM UTC
I used to wish
For an
Eraser,
To rub out
All the painful episodes
Off my life,
The
Hardships and
Strife
It's taken many years
To fully realise,
The golden prize
Empathy
To know
How it feels,
The deal it seals
No
Good
Without
The
Bad
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 5:22 AM UTC
I'll let go of this pencil
that continues to draw this
head filled with imagination
"behead me,"
and bring the endless ache of being
an insufficient being;
in this ideal world
'filled with feelings, pens & paint,'
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 1:01 AM UTC
_Trust
🌸
Is like an eraser
🌸
It gets smaller
🌸
After
🌸
Every mistakes_
🌸
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
TRUST
🌸
IS LIKE AN ERASER
🌸
IT GETS SMALLER
🌸
AFTER
🌸
EVERY MISTAKE
🌸
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
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.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
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...
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
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!
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
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!
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 4:14 AM UTC
handles of time click
permanently forward without an
eraser or a reverse
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:06 PM UTC
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
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
It is the pen and the paper, backspace and eraser, that makes this place better.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
I rewrite myself often
Never satisfied
With the person I've drawn out
...
I say this only once
And I say it as a warning...
*Don't write yourself in me
Or parts of you will get lost too.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
the past is an old
dimension
in which i find
myself pondering
often.
if i could erase the pain,
i would with
no regrets
because you took
my once
pure
heart and
destroyed what i once was.
locked doors may keep
others out but
it doesn’t keep me from
the nightmares of
your touch.
there’s a ghost
in that room,
and in my head
that’s full of the
eraser shavings i’ve
created by trying to
forget but the more i
scrub,
the harder it comes
back.
by: bailey roland
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 7:12 PM UTC
An eraser
goes through its life
caring about all the tiny details
but not about itself.
it degrades itself trying
to fix others mistakes
until suddenly
it’s gone.
it knows it’s dying,
it know it,
and it doesn’t care.
it cares too much about other people
to care about itself.
Some people say an eraser
would be a model human.
i don’t.
If everyone was like an eraser,
if everyone cared about others
just a little too much,
how would life work?
People would degrade
just like the eraser,
not caring
about themselves.
an eraser plays an important role in art.
so it does.
you can care about other people,
but don't
not care about yourself.
do not be an eraser,
you need loved too.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈
Blood drips down the blade.
Time flies by; memories fade.
Pain has been erased.
≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈•≈
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 7:18 AM UTC
there's a mafia don
operating on the verse's patch
if anyone ticks him off
the eraser does a fast dispatch
you'll be completely rubbed out
with an instantaneous flick
by his quick 48 revolver's
rapid fire trigger click
the Sicilian mobster
is a regular Al Capone
*clearing they who ******
at his most tactile bone
Luigi strikes fear on
issuing a list of target dots
which so irritate him in
the imprecise spots
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC
Pencil scratching words out
Silence
The sound of paper and lead connecting
Rustling
Frustration, not meaning what you write
Eraser comes out
The crumbler of words
Rubs across the unwanted
And now unsaid
Words that don’t let you speak your mind
Wipe the crumbled words away
Let them fly off the table
Land on the ground
Begin an adventure
That only crumbled words can
Rolling out into
Toiaywahds
Shifting
Changing
Fitting
Into what it means
What do I say
The crumbled words representing
Things you would never dare admit
imssoiuy
liveoouy
Unscrambling
Rearranging
Letting themselves free
I miss you
I love you
Brushing those haunting
Impacting, changing words away
Keeping yourself
Alone
Safe
lonely
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
This whole thing is one big typo.
It’s supposed to tell you how much I love you.
But instead it’s just another boring poem.
How lame.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
Rubber scrapes
words
thoughts
answers
questions
secrets
facts
mistakes
off the page
eating them up,
they never existed.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
Pulling
stretching
An oxidizing elasticity
all the while
a morphing
of shape and size
a marble of muted grays
resurfacing itself
and the pages it touches
with a softness that cannot
be touched
only destroyed
back into a density
to take away
the mistakes
better left
unseen
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
every pencil has an eraser
for everyone make mistakes
and you need to practice
to perfect a masterpiece.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Razors race along the paper
Erasing mistakes as they go
Dark nights that only got later
I stayed to see if it'd show
I carve deep enough to find the pain
And paint it plainly against the grain
A museum with windows long and drained of a strange familiar glow
Time is tame compared to space
As the length of these margins grow
I rip apart all the mistakes of my life
Inked on my heart and soul
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC