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Kiamm Aug 2014
CMD
now is the time to ALT your view;
SHIFT your perspective.
FILE away the things that made you you
and INS a new way to live.

forget about CTRL;
PG UP or PG DN.
i CMD you to find your soul
and put an END to that frown.

so, from now on, whenever you think of HOME
PAUSE, ESC and think of a new poem.
This is for all the IT geeks out there. I wrote this after watching Dead Poets Society for the first time, utterly inspirational.
Colleen Mary May 2015
You have officially left the Midwest.
You've always been toxic to me.
Even now that you're gone, your poison drips off my lips.
I swore I blocked you out for good months before you left-yeah ******* right.
My scars from never being enough for you had just started to heal.
Then, one day I got curious and wondered if you would even respond.
Another chance to mess with me? OF COURSE you answered.
2 months and you'd be outta here was what I came to learn, you had nothing to lose.
**** it, what was I thinking?
******* for everything oh and ******* even more for everything that you know you should be sorry for but choose to ignore.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm not...
You are still bitter towards that girl who ****** with your head and only said she loved you,you'll never let that go.
I have come to accept you will always cling on to her or at least the idea of her and allow nobody else to be better, um good luck with that.
I hope one day I find everything I deserve in a place thousands of miles from you.
Out of the Midwest is where you belong and I will not give her your best.
~CMD
Colleen Mary Mar 2016
the warm sun hits my face and here i sit thinking:
if I was still to be counting the days since the last time I felt at home
when my lips were on your lips
and our bodies were intertwined-
i'd be wasting my precious time away.
you were never home,
you were more or less a hotel room
i had wrongfully mistaken for home.
you made me feel comfy&coz;;
for the time being and then kicked
me out as if i was nothing and then
quickly replaced me with new tenants.
joke is on you,
i might have thought i needed you
but i made it through the winter
without you& now spring is upon
us and i'm thrilled to further distance
myself from the time I messed up
by calling you "HOME"
thanks for not sticking around.
~CMD
Mateuš Conrad Oct 2017
the devolution of the letter R in english & in french, i.e. the extinction of the rattling snake, and the overtly unnecessary abstraction of saying the affirmation of existence without a nay, but rather with an aye.

lucky me, and the poem i just deleted
by accident...
   how i mentioned the devolution
of the letter R, i.e. the loss of the trill,
in that the french hark it,
while the english have numbed it,
how the R still represents the rattlesnake,
in the gymnastics of lingo,
and how in the broth of french / english
is represent a mutation...
how the R was almost a wheel in terms
of rolling... and how the english
still cite latin phrases with the trill
incubated,
but how the R has been devolved,
derailed...
      how there is too much ambiguity
concerning iota in "inverted" / double
the ditto membranes: "ι" -
    implying a loss of responsibility,
but never the lost origin of the wheel
in rho, in R... i.e.
dynamism of the lost front leg,
giving the rotary collapse motion...
and how the original R was a rattle-snake
imitation,
how the original signification matters,
unlike there being no boa in sight...
from a trill, to a hark to a tarantula bite
on the tongue in english...
the letter has devolved...
     and who are the two coolest drummers
in rock history, poker faced?
the title mentions them...
                i really can't reproduce
what i wrote and just deleted,
  i can only think of the punk power three
according to green day,
and the power four of en vogue...
mulaut with blood cherry lipstick...
  я знаю: i know -
           for every ю grapheme (yu)
there's a я grapheme (ya) -
          znatee (знать) - себя - (sebya) - myself;
  б not the antithesis copernican of ρ?
so much for a 3D earth, still most strong
within a 2D context.
i still prefer the original text i accidently
deleted...
          it's called the devolution of
the letter R, and the "evolution" of
the double-affirmative of identifying the speaker /
"thinker"...
     the french & the english already
believe in the existence of the rattlesnake,
giving how they mishandled keeping
the trrrrrrrr -
                              "ill"...
   or called it twamp / thhhamp
                              instead of *****...
tongue numbing antics,
apparently still in use in d'artagnan's *gascony
;
still - the original idea is there:
who is more poker faced when comparing
charlie watts vs. larry mullen jr.?  
  and this is the best the russians can come up
with regarding diacritical marks... a ь:
ooh, soo soopht, better be a ******* duck-feather
filled cushion to lay on...
       couldn't invest in punctuation marks
on / above letters;
i still prefer the original i deleted by accident;
who the **** confuses
ctrl + c into ctrl + p on an imac?
me!
         alt + c ≠ cmd + c into cmd + v...
oh well, but i still remembered the two
drummers i was thinking of, playing poker.
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
When I was 10 , I got to use a laptop
Learned new things from back to top
Started from Pbrush and trynna photoshop now
I didn’t know what was Cmd and  what was Wikihow !

Machine in my nerves and  machine learning my passion
I can’t explain me and my machine relation —

In mid 10’S
That conversion of two chargers to one
In early 11’S
That knowledge about ROM and RAM
In mid 11’s
That using winword,  excel and paint
and in 18’s
Trying to make my  blog by starting like an ant 🐜

My lappy taught me many thing
And I am doing onething
Dedicating this short poem to the machine
Which  I always loved and will love till this world will stop doing programming !
#supportmegrow #lovefromnepal
x Dec 2021
There is an illusion of time lost
Like a ghost from the past
Because we have time
Too much, one could argue;
seconds we've saved
delegating, to machines
the tedious and
cumbersome
spoilt for choice
with reason to repeat
our erring ways
and pet peeves
In an era of undos,
control+z's.

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