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Jenny Cassell Jan 2010
I sat down today and began to type,
But nothing I said seemed to come out right.

The meter was all wrong,
The rhyme scheme was a mess,
The words were too simple,
The stanzas too plain,

So I decided to erase it
And start all over again.

A few backspaces later,
I started anew,
And with each keystroke,
My frustration grew.

My thoughts were garbled
And looked clumsy in print;
My words were childish
And seemed cliche.

So I tried one last time
To write something that made sense,
But instead of eloquent rhymes and articulate thoughts
I got ill-expressed musings and awkward phrasings.
Instead of a work of beauty and awe,
I had created a trite piece of junk.

And yet, I found attraction in its ungainly expression
And was fascinated by its candor.
Nothing was hidden in dreamy language,
Or couched in metaphors and vague allusions.

I was filled with a strange satisfaction
At having created such an unorthodox piece,
That evoked in me the simultaneous feelings
Of looking on a lovely, unappealing work.
Chris Saitta Dec 2019
Love is a left-mouse click, a flashing prompt,
For the cursor cross of a Crusade that never was,
And the knight who is broken on the scroll wheel,
And the lady in waiting who backspaces from the real.
CC Sep 2017
Backspace means nobody will see
Paper tears bit by bit with erasures
but on MS Word there are no consequences
My poems are full of backspaces
There was one right when I types backsapce
When you don[t backspqace notjng makes sense
Bu t what is life withoiut mistakes?
Silence is a life without any sound
Did I stutter? Then sing with me
Beautiful babies are something mistaken
Mother's are sometimes mistaken
Blasphemies are sometimes mistaken
The flat earth is something mistaken
I can be mistaken
Larry Potter Nov 2013
Life is a heck of an application.
You may know how it should start
But you can't be certain how it will end.

You can never delete what has been written
But you can give yourself a pause break
And then decide if you have to shift paths.

You cannot escape what has been laid before you
Or try some backspaces to correct your wrongs
Jumping between tabs is also impossible.

Different people will insert in your life's many chapters
Those who will shake your hand during your page ups
And those who will pat your back on your page downs.

So caps lock for all your big moments
And scroll lock for your every lofty dream
Num lock for every blessing you will receive.

If you scroll up you life's pages but get no clue
And scroll down only to find yourself regrets
Don't forget that  you can always go back home.
skyy omalley Jun 2020
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Odd Odyssey Poet Sep 2023
I feel like a message I need to delete,
backspaces; wishing I could go back
Idling inside of my own head, before I start today

Sitting in the absence of a mind;
-a present state in all of it's empty rooms,
Empty thoughts of wasting time,
I'm lingering, having conversations with myself;
and its all sort of rude

Time starts to feel wet,
slipping through my fingertips
Days feeling like I'm waking up from a coffin,
dusting myself of yesterday's work and filth
A wet blanket trying to keep a warm conversation going;
still a bit thankful of where I'm going isn't leading me into nowhere
Planting an electric fence around my heart,
a warning sign in bold, "you wouldn't want to play here"

Eyes start to feel like a shade of curtains;
-their runners are bit too tired to chase the day ahead
An early morning fire with a lot of black smoke,
it's that grind of life; bitter sweet like a cup of coffee down a throat
Call me out as an exhaust of an old model Ford- exhausted
as today gave me a few mustang kisses, running horses to be
stable; I was unable to able, while my able was able to unable

                                 ....it's 5 o' clock, Monday morning. Crap!
The biggest mistake to make,
is waking up and looking at your phone
And you see how much time you have left of sleep
to cover, before the alarm rings

#mondays #annoyed #thoughts #life #morning

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