"ctrl" poems
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.
I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.
I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.
I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.
I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.
I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.
I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.
Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
Je ne sais quoi
Yeah,
she don't got it no more.
They aborted it from her
when they sold her the
the false perfection elixir
that soul'd her out
Hook, line, and sink her
gut her,
fillet her.
Ctrl-alt-del the fetus,
the sacrifice of the inner-child.
Molested into the machinery of Moloch
He butchered
the absolute heart
of the poem of life
out of her body.
She stands naked
goddess-less
kicked into the prison pit
of existence
Now she's like everybody.
She's nobody.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC
happy holidays, fresh white snow
eggnog ***** and fuzzy robes
red nose reindeer and frost-bitten toes
jingle bells and warm throws
happy holidays, hot black coal
SZA's SOS album and ctrl
apple pies and chip-filled bowls
cinnamon candles and a hearty soul
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
I used to bury myself in huge jackets.
I'd mope about and hate my curvy body,
hate the way my lips puffed,
my long hair, the way I was soft all over,
the way I was expected to shave
everything but my face.
I used to hate makeup and dresses,
girly movies and shoes and bobby pins.
I hated boybands. I hated pink things.
It took me a long time to realize that
I didn't actually hate these things.
I hated women.
Femininity was lesser. I was not good enough
because of my two X chromosomes,
because of my ***** because of my period.
I was weaker. I was stupider. I was
statistically less likely to succeed,
less likely to be important,
less likely to be loved.
These things weren't right. They were never true.
But it didn't matter, because nine-year-old me
believed them. My opinion didn't start to change
until I was thirteen and I wore a pretty dress
as a character in a home movie we were making
and I walked down the stairs and my friends
whispered whoa.
I began to understand then the power I had.
As a girl I was never lesser. I was never weaker.
Maybe physically, but that was more my personality,
and all those lies I'd told myself about success
about my importance about love
I began to reconsider.
I thought hey wait hold on
this can't be right, I'm not stupid, I'm not weak,
I'm not ugly and I'm not fat
and I'm not any of these things because
I'm a girl.
When I started to see myself as worthy of
other peoples' love, I realized I should love myself.
I don't hide my femininity away in huge jackets anymore.
I don't walk down the street fearful
of the people walking past who seem stronger.
Because in my lipstick and my cute heels,
I am in total control.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
Crack it, then Scrutinize
Dissect when it’s analyzed
Decrypt, don’t thoroughly dismantle,
Stay calmed, don’t be rattled.
Observe, all the occurences,
list down, for your reference.
bolt in, shoot the solution,
release the gaunlet of execution!
if there's a mistake,
move on, let it be.
just track your fate,
Don't rely on ctrl+Z.
holes are expected,
Decision is your asset,
well if you can't go on then,
press reset. just try again
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
It is year two thousand and fourteen
Reformatting my brain I’m dripping Dimethyltryptamine
Revelations is now here for I had a vision I had seen.
So many experiences now under my belt
Unexplainable sights overcoming I had seen
Smelling something like moth ***** is all I smelt.
I’m setting the stage, I am setting the scene.
Actions with matching words having ultimate precision
Three times is truly the lucky charm
Traveling to a brave new unseen world
Is this heaven, is this hell
Or am I stuck somewhere in-between?
Stepping outside myself I now watch and see
Confusing images revealing, turning me inside out
Suffocating my mind how is this happening to me?
High pitched frequency dialing in my ears are now ringing
Disconnected words lost why is he now not singing?
Honing on each and every instrument in his band
Everything that is happening to me is because
I had again awaking my pineal gland.
(SirCARSr. 1-8-14)
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
daming alam//
habang sinusulat, nakaupo sa sofa sa sala, nag iisip.
bakit ganun?
sya pa rin?
ewan, palitan natin.
bakit nga ako nagsusulat?
san ba to nag simula?
siya kasi //
siya nanaman.
makwento ko lang sa inyo ang pinagdaanan ko noong isang taon at pitong buwang nakalipas.
ayos lang naman sana ako.
masyadong makulit, mapagbiro, maingay.
pero seryoso. //
di man halata pero, oo... kahit papaano.
siya naman,
masyadong madilim, yung tipong pag sa anime,
siya yung si senpai na di ka mapapansin kasi tahimik lang siya at gusto nya palaging mag isa...
pero gusto lang nya sana ng tamang taong makakasama.
doon ako pumasok sa buhay nya, dun ko ginulo ang mundong hindi ko sinasadyang wasakin.
kung dati rati'y screamo at ******** lang na musika ang bumabalot sa kanya,
nadagdagan yun ng matinding impact ng bunganga ko at malakas na halakhak.
kung dati rati'y mas matipid pa sya sa intsik ngumiti,
nakikita mo na syang humahalakhak na parang walang bukas...
**** that smile.
ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.
di nagtagal, di na pinatagal at nagtagal naging tayo.
Ang saya, ang lungkot, nagagalit ako, ikaw,
naaawa, nasurpresa, nasaktan, bumalik sa dating tayo...
strangers.
na parang di lang nating namalayang naging tayo pala?
//
tama na.
malulungkot nanaman tayo nang wala sa oras.
wala nang oras para malungkot.
dahil kahit anong pilit mo, di na mababalik yung oras.
kung saan, naglalakad lang tayo sa daan, tawa nang tawa,
napapaluha na sa....
CTRL + A + Delete
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
Bad prose and half - dried hair.
Pants..? No.
Just a blanket,
On these unpremeditated rainy days.
With stale crackers for breakfast,
I'll start a revolution today.
Depression is a renewable resource,
Like plastic.
Earwax is made up of words,
So my heads overloaded,
calendars outdated,
Bridge, underrated
Woops
The jump didnt make it
You made the jump
Now shh
I cant hear the voices in my head.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
i lost you somewhere
between
florescent skylines
and linoleum earth.
(the world's most endangered species are:
1. the muscle between your cheeks
2. the limbs at the end of your arms)
Oct 11, 2009
Oct 11, 2009 at 1:50 PM UTC
I got home tonight
Walked in front of the mirror
And undressed
Out of my skin
Leaving my corpse
Lying on the floor
I sit next to it
Opening my eyes
To release the water
That have short-circuit
The wires of my mind
I take a deep breathe
And count to three
As I gaze into the mirrors depths
Reflections of my soul emerge
Skinless and vulnerable
I confront myself
Causing my memory to surge
I don’t recognize this person anymore
Dropping the hard drives into the degausser
Old files displaying
An error occurs
“Are you sure you want to erase memory?”
CTRL+ALT+DELETE
I have finally set myself free
Of the AI who controls my mind
Named:
Victim mentality
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 1:11 AM UTC
You know you’ve tried everything,
Pressed ESC,
Held CTRL+ALT+DEL
Pulled plugs out
Then tried reboot
Reset
Refresh
Nothing can help you
And you can help it
We’ll have forever this wireless connection
High quality
Full HD
Stereo
I’ll be still compatible with any device of yours
How ever far away
I’ll remain logged in your system
Forgot password
Security key
And activation code
And you’ll stay my divine inspiration
Forever and ever without an end,
Without limitations on number of characters,
As long as we save our own.
All we have to do, from time to time, is to recharge the batteries.
31.08. 2013.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
There's no reset button
No ctrl alt delete solution
I am forever changed
I can not hit esc
There's no back out option
My life's been rearranged
Short circuited
By the surge of your touch
I will never be the same
I've been Remanufactured
Reprogrammed and Restored
My heart's logo reads your name.
©Tina Thompson
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
I treat beef like lions in, the Ramada inn, dying to sign into the luncheon,
go to work,
I punch in,
these beefcakez, is munchkins, my dough nuts, and bunch Keens.
We Brady Bunch,
and Punch like Kens -sheens.
we punching through functions
like a bunch of alienss at the Days Inns working equations off all kinds of ocassions, mostly Caucasian, facials so amazing, when their facebook, if they face them..I page in,and they page Kim, to let him, know that I'm waiting; the appointment meant, we dating, no promo, so stop your hating. take a selfy in the **** stop ur waiting. ctrl, alt, delete. there's no.escaping- staple the email to your upper lip, recycle trash every other weak in. *** Ginny, run, Freddy creeping. slow, creepy walk, Jason mask out the Lake Inn, my neighbors laughed, Chevy chasing there *** child's play with a ****** hockey mask, i'm up to task. dog had a limp,so I made him part of the cast! Bruce Lee kicked, thier ******* *** I'm talking full body cast.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Emotions run cold
When your no longer here to hold
Ice runs through my veins
My heart carries stains
And scars
So I bury it in the dark abyss
"I love you"
I hate that I remember this
Coming from you
It would be easier just to erase you
Just to CTRL + ALT + DEL
But if I do I delete apart me
I know it's for the better
But I can't stand not being together
I'm torn
Torn in two
Can't imagine a life without you
But you've caused so much pain
That me and pain see each other constantly
Emotionally, and mentally I'm broken
Some say love is a token
But I have nothing to Show for it
Emotions run cold
This **** is getting old
But I still don't know why it's you
I still want to hold
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 12:29 AM UTC
excuse me could you tell me
where's the restart button
for life?
excuse me could you tell me
if there's a download link for
happiness?
excuse me could you tell me
how to ctrl-s
this perfect moment?
excuse me could you tell me
whether sorrow
is deletable?
excuse me could you tell me
how to fix my connection
with her?
excuse me could you tell me
if my operating system
is just faulty?
excuse me could you tell me
why it takes so long
to log off?
excuse me could you tell me
what it means to be
disconnected?
excuse me could you tell me
why my guilt
cannot be processed?
excuse me could you tell me
how to perform a shut down
safely?
**error 404
not found
the file you are attempting to access
is either
unavailable or
it no longer
exists**
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
Ctrl + C me onto your heart
Ctrl + X me out and hang me above your bed
Ctrl + V my words into the poetry of your thoughts
Ctrl + S me from these lonely nights
Ctrl + W the door and let's dance
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
I hope you know I'm losing my ******* mind
copy and pasting myself to an early grave
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullets
**** that trigger feels awfully nice
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
is this what hell is?
stuck in a cubicle
endless and tedious
doing everything
and accomplishing nothing
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
I can't handle being left
alone with my thoughts
this long
it's no good for the soul
too many mistakes
prancing around
teasing the imagination
showing you every bad decision
and they won't leave you alone
because you know they're right
because you don't sleep at night
because everything is not how
it was supposed to be
all you want is a full night's sleep
instead everything is
copied and pasted
your whole reality
is made up of interactions
copied and pasted
throughout your memories
ctrl+c
ctrl+v
here's the shovel
here's the gun
here's the bullet
you know what to do
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
I wish it was simple as that. Deleting you out of my app.
Pushing you back into the stack is no longer an option for me. I have to move on their is no love for me here ctrl alt and delete is for me. I start to laugh as I'm about to hit delete I though of a time with you I sat back in my chair closed my eyes and I was their in your arms with you faith was so mean I snapped out of my dream hit ctrl alt and delete crashed back in my seat with a sigh of relief looked up at the ceiling what did I see I see you looking down smiling at me.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
Encyclopedic mainframes
Lap-top heads
Power-boxes for multitudinous outlets, plugs, chargers
Conduits manipulating
Fiber-optic arteries
Artificial energy
ZAP
Pale lights
Computers aglow in dark cloistered bedrooms
Powered pacemakers stalling at microwaves
Electrocuted blood - cookied fantasies
Ads proclaiming everything free!
Pharmaceutical elixirs for limpness, lumpiness, loneliness
Snake-oil for suffering
Nigerian kings, Syrian refugees
*********** clever memes, whimsical gifs, shocking news, witty banter
Socio-politic-religous-diatribes
Spewing on every thread
Existential *****
Aroma-less cuisines
Vacuumed vacations
Youtubed communions
Suicide selfies.
Crucifixdrones - pedolandia
Jdate.POF.AshleyMadison.Match. Eharmony.SpeedDate.OKcupid
CG. Missed encounters...
Serial killers,
Pixalated ******* vein-throbbed **** shots, cardboard gloryholes
Instagramed I
Inviolate I
Internet I
I I I
No sweaty arm pits, cottage cheese, gray nose hairs or belly fat
Computer [ScreenShot]
While behind, posters hang: The Doors, Tupac, NIN, The Smiths, Hendrix, Joy Division, Nirvana
HandshapedHeart.
2D souls
Text-dating
144 word manifestos
#revolutions
Archetype emoticons
Doodled centaurs
Caged in matrices
Transcendental notes
Need a hit
Of internet smack
A line, a pinch, a drag
A like, a comment, a kudos
A reply, a thumbs up, a share, a poke
One measly view
Baby, come on, give me a fix
Just one
Notification: ding-beep-buzzzz
I want to dissolve like alka-seltzer in tap water
Otherwise I'm a used-up toothpaste tube
Sitting in a dank medicine cabinet
If not, I am
A stick-figure created from matches
Drowning in a drum of gasoline
Not buried beneath pregnant soil
No. dumped into blue recycling bins.
[Ctrl +Alt+Delete]
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
I wish I could,
Scroll pass things I cant't bear to see
Mute voices I don't want to hear
Delete people I don't like
Escape reality into the dreams I've dreamt
Shut down whenever I want
Restart again from where I have faulted
All I had to do is Ctrl, Alt, Del
and all my problems will be solved
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
You,
With your copy & pasted
Smile.
You aren't fooling me,
Virus.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
Ctrl+
The first button
The start of total annihalation
The beginning
Of the deleting process
Shutting down my body
Sealing up my heart
This game of love ends
Alt+
The second button
Is anyone going to stop me
Im so confused
So conflicted
Yet I could end it all
With the simply pressing
Of this next button
Delete
Its done
The end of my poetry
The end of my life
Nothing left to use
As a coping mechanism
What have I done again
I failed didnt I?
Ctrl+Alt+Delete
The three stage process
That prevented the world
From knowing me
Oh well
I wasnt good at anything was I
**** it, call it selfish
Im pressing the "OK" button
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
but unless you integrate
really do the inner work
not just Be Dazzle your ego
with illumination memoirs
after something
skims your surface
you might go from repping
solfeggio frequencies
to singing, *get on my level ***
finger flinging in the face
of head-spun girl wondering
*what the **** have I done*
got to Ctrl + Z
trapass stuck keys
undo
undo
undo
patterns will reemerge
unless you hack the ****
outta perspective lit up
(be it LSD or other
luminous peaks)
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
You'll leave scars on my hands--
I promised you.
Just wait.
And everyone who ever holds them
Kisses them
Or glances at them will see
The evidence of you.
Try to force me to forget you
And I will put you on my skin.
Control
That.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
This may not rhyme
But look closer, maybe
You will see that the shape
Intertwines around
And adds shape you never saw
Perhaps it is centered on the right
And perhaps it's really on the left
You don't really care, just like
You shouldn't care what I say
Early in the morning before I think
Very well about anything
I think it's a better idea
To wait until after lunch
When I can think well
Or, at least, better than
Very, very early in the morn.
Be confused. Be very confused.
I wish I could play piano better.
But the four or five pieces that I used to know
Are difficult to remember sometimes
Especially when I don't have the sheet music
And I just wish I was better than I am.
Lines wrap around the crafted words
And I wonder if I'm crazy
But I obviously am not
Because crazy people don't feel like this
If I was crazy, would you know?
Would you care?
The degradation of a soul
Slowly
My Ctrl key gets stuck
Maybe that's my problem in life, do you think?
I thought it would be easier, but it's not
I really thought I'd know better once I arrived
But it feels like I've never been here before
Maybe the times before were not as bad
And the 'experience' I thought I had
Isn't doing me any good at all.
It's getting better though, you know
And maybe it would have started being easier
A long time ago, if I had been polite
And sensible in the way I treated you
As it is, all I've done today is rant
And I'm not sure if it has anything to do
With you.
But no.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC