"overwrite" poems
Too many of my tears wore your name,
Too many nights spent tossing and turning;
It burns and sears me, your cursed flame -
Long gone yet still fueling my yearning.
.
I'm a fool, a wreck, irreparable mess,
Drowning in 'what if's and regret;
Immune to time - this pain in my chest,
Clinging like an unpaid debt.
.
And you probably don't think of me,
Of our nights, and talks, and smiles,
You must be living your life, free,
Separated from me by so many miles.
.
I tried to overwrite the story in my heart,
To replace you with someone new;
But they all lack some undefined part,
No one can match the memory of you.
.
I carry this curse of living death,
Trapped in the past that we once shared,
Following me with every breath,
A monster with its teeth bared.
.
And I have no one that could understand
The gaping hole you left in my soul,
A living monument of a love so grand,
It consumed me and burned me whole.
.
And you'll likely never even know
Just how much I suffered when you left,
And still do, whenever I sink low,
My eternal torment, leaving me bereft.
.
.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
Imagine life to be a notebook and the pages to be the days,
when you read my tale!
I don’t know the number of pages on my notebook!
Maybe half the notebook is already filled.
Some pages are filled with
my life stories that I am proud of and
some pages with stories I am not so proud of.
I know that I can change not what I’ve already written,
but I do know that I can bring about a twist in the story,
steer around and change the direction;
And write the ****** that I would come to like.
Pals, believe me, we have the power to write our ******
Sometimes, we think that the milieu our notebook is from,
decides all the chapters on the notebook.
We presume that if the notebook had not seen sunshine
and had been confined to the cupboard,
then it will be impossible for the notebook
to survive the outside weather.
Survive the rough weather, believe me, it will.
Just going through it, experiencing the rough tides,
will change the course of the story,
making a history that will not be forgotten.
I hear there can be alternate timelines.
Maybe, someday, there will come into the world
a machine with a dial,
that will let us turn back pages
and overwrite what we’ve already written.
Till then,
write great stories on each page
that wipes away the bitterness on the previous pages.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
go ahead and make complaints about the texts you aren't getting back but remember that i endured months of a screaming silence that hurt my ears and rendered me a walking empty body
sorry that i couldn't be enough for a family that set me up to fail the second i stepped in the door
he's bringing her places we used to go and it's to overwrite the data already deeply encoded
i'm sure that our footprints and traces of who we were are still everywhere we ever went because time with him was on a different continuum and they shouldn't be trying to upset the balance
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
I’ve been trying to fit in my whole life
Self-imposed my own strife
wishing to overwrite my life with something nice
but I just keep running on the wheel of life with a bunch of mice
I’ve been trying to fit in, find the light
Honestly, This is all a joke, I'm done faking polite
doing what's right, fighting the fight to end all plight
Fighting the fight only plightens the plight
hardens the strife
Deepens the knife and turns it to the right
all because we think we know whats right
we act like we know what's best for them
but do we know what's right for us?
No, we lost sight
I’ve been trying to fit in for so long
Forcing myself to do what feels wrong
Listening to the thong song, hit the long ****
Play along and act strong
Just to prolong the life long theme song of
“I don’t belong, but let me see your thong thong thong thong ”
I’ll just stop singing along with the throng of prongs
There is nothing wrong with thinking with your ****
But do you want long term fulfillment or
Yesssssssss…now what? Cigarette? Emptiness?
That’s why I was depressed because I was trying to fit in with a world full of regret
Humanity feeling like they are always in debt, but have you ever checked
Why you do what you do and what gets you through
And how whatever you believe comes true for you
Not enough? Everyone **** Life is tough?
Here you go, would you like fries with that too
It's no surprise that it's true
the one creating the blame is you
the shame's from you
The creator of the game is you
The only one you can change is you
You change you and the world around you changes too
Try to change the world around you first then it gives you a clue
That there is room for growth within you
I began to change from within
when I asked one question
Why am I trying to fit in?
Only because I never became my own friend
Only to hide that I wanted life to end
Only, so now I can show you what life is like when you never have to pretend
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
The color orange puts me in pain
The memory, I seek to overwrite
The instances of which I would complain --
"The color orange puts me in pain!"
I recall the carrots, left out in the rain
And the red hair soaked with sweat by night
Yes, the color orange puts me in pain
The memory, I seek to overwrite
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Honesty hurts,
Omission stings,
Regret burns,
so I balm the what if.
Answers:
"I'm here if you need me."
Answers:
"I think we need to talk."
Answers:
"I'm sorry, I think we need to talk about this."
Answers:
"Do I know anything true about you?"
Answers:
"I called them. I'm sorry."
Answers:
"Well I did it again, I had to, it never ends."
Answers:
"Maybe we can't do anything, but I'm still here."
Answers:
"I met someone... else."
Answers:
"We broke up, I wasn't going to leave anyway."
Answers:
"Hey, I love you."
Answers:
"Do you hate me? Why do you do this?"
Answers:
"I don't believe you."
Answers:
"Its me as well."
Answers:
"I don't believe you. I'm sorry, but, I don't."
Answers:
"Take care."
Answers:
"I told them, I had to, I'm sorry, I'm worried, what if it... I know you trusted me but some things overwrite trust."
Answers:
phantom touches across time and space,
we walk the tight tropes in between worlds,
the lines of acrylic is only paint after all,
the future is a facsimile of our minds,
the branches rot and stunt themselves to please us,
impossibilities fuel an eager mind,
Answers:
"everyone you have ever met is in black and white,
we hear them in stereo,
the voices mingle and copulate whilst we still embrace,
still,
embrace."
Answers:
"Nothing lasts forever,
but I don't care,
because best friends forever,
is ******* magic,
so I'm not leaving."
Answers:
I never told you.
I never will.
But some things are best left in print.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 6:52 AM UTC
Overwrite moments w/ 1s and 0s,
in binary mood,
until love is gone for good.
Do you remember when we
were 1 amongst many 0s?
What was once the sound
of a smile in your laughter,
tied together by sine waves,
will become empty 1s, empty 0s
after we press ‘Y’.
And the machine will
wipe the sectors for days,
until the cycles become unreadable,
and that’s when
our love will truly be gone for good.
Like a puzzle you try to solve
with the wrong pieces.
And now smashes the hammer.
Only the hit will tell
how gone for good our love will be.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:23 PM UTC
dear mum,
i don't know when we drifted apart. it was probably eons ago when i was 7 or 8. ten years down the road and we haven't gotten any closer. do i regret not spending more time with you? not really.
i haven't been the best child. i've lied. a lot. i've broken your heart. a lot. and i've done things that you've told me not to. a lot.
i've learnt many things from you.
i've learnt to treat people the way you want to be treated. i've learnt to be sensitive of other people's feelings. and i've learnt to be kind. from you i have learnt how to care and be selfless. from you, i have learnt how to be a good person.
but i have learnt not so good things from you as well.
i've learnt to stay out of things because it's too tiring to get involved. i've learnt never to stand up for my future child when my husband is calling her useless trash. i've learnt that lying is the only way i'll ever be able to do what i want. i've learnt that if i ever want to divorce i should do it instead of hanging on for more than a decade and feeling miserable, the way you did. and still are doing.
i've learnt that the way to raise a child, is to provide for them physically then not to give a **** about their feelings.
love,
your unfilial daughter
hello dad,
it's been a while since i've ever felt any affection towards you. i think it ended the moment you started calling me idiot and useless trash. and when you ripped my dreams into shreds and forced me into the academic school of your choice.
i love how we cannot get along together without arguing at least twice a week. i love how you call me fat and compare me to my friends. i love how you have never praised me ever since i was 9 years old.
i love how you think that i still love you, when i don't.
in some twisted way you say that you love me, yet you continue to make me feel like the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. i love how you have never put 2 and 2 together to realise that the main reason why i'm always out of the house is so that i don't have to see you.
i love how dense you are. i absolutely, absolutely love how you told me my dreams are useless. i adore how you take out your anger on me, and how you never say sorry. and how you think that fat jokes are just jokes and that your insults are not hurtful.
i love how you think that with parental status, you can overwrite anything your child thinks. i love how you have taught me that the moment i become a parent, my child must do whatever i say and that i am always right, because parents set the rules. parents are gods.
you have taught me well.
-your useless trash of a daughter
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Your presence seeped into every aspect of my life,
leaving memories behind
that seems to haunt me like tidal waves;
but I am no swimmer,
and my emotions drowns me.
I see you everywhere,
the memories of you is always on replay,
but the stop button is broken
and I am forced to watch it.
But that's what you are now,
just memories.
So as I walk alone at the path going home
that you and I used to take,
my loneliness tries to overwrite our moments together.
But my presence cannot overpower yours,
because you have imprinted yourself in every aspect of me.
You were part of my definition,
and now I'm simply a part of an explanation that used to be whole.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Under the stars I feel so insignificant while amongst human I feel so unbelievably lonely. The words only come through in the evening when I overwrite the everyday hardships with a permanent marker and inhale the cold night alone in the twilight. I look trough fake lit windows in my childhood home. The light has never been my friend because it only shows the outer mask and the inner desire. I ***** in the light, blinded by the carcinogenic sunlight and increasing the process with my daily dose of cigarets. The smoke reaches for the stars, I sink to the ground with a curved back. The whole universe feels bigger and I smaller. I get more insignificant by every sigh and every burden thrown upon my shoulders. We all die alone but we must live together as fake friends till the dark do us part.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
I like to believe that I'm stronger than I am.
That I'm braver than I am.
And yet, I fall into cowardice like any other reflex built into my skin.
It's a program the world wanted to overwrite onto my story. Like I didn't have a choice about whether or not I wanted to be miserable.
And I want to be better.
Who doesn't?
I just... fall away. Like it's so easy to give in to what you've been exposed to. No matter how dangerous or vulnerable it makes you.
You just fall.
I drop into a broken conversation, it just ended with an "I'm sorry".
It feels so final.
Like the unsatisfying ending of a story you wish you could rewrite. Like you're in so much control, you'll do anything to keep that control within your grasp.
I didn't want this.
I didn't want the final result I got.
Nothing.
An open road, and being told to just go anywhere.
Anywhere but were you came from.
Leaving home, and not returning to the comfort of the arms that held up your body when it couldn't fight gravity, falling to the ground.
They pick you up like it's the only thing they were ever taught to do.
I wish I told them everything.
I wish I told them how much I could cry.
How it could make an ocean all on its own.
I wish I hugged them more.
Told them they were the best thing that ever happened to me.
Told them that I would drop everything to be there for them.
That I would write songs about them.
That I would write and write and write until we had no more jokes to laugh about.
So, I guess the writing and laughing would never stop.
I wish I said more.
I mean. I wish I said something.
I wish...
I wasn't so afraid of being here.
I was told to go back to them.
I wonder if they'd ever want me back.
After everything.
So how do I go about this sort of deja vu?
Being told that:
"Maybe one "Hello" will flip everything."
Maybe. But I haven't gotten there.
Not yet anyway.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
We held our days like breath in water,
We were cold, we grew still.
Somewhere in sighs and scraps of paper,
We pulled the skies to the ground.
It's our tonight, it's our tomorrow,
We'll overwrite and underline.
You need a guide, I need a morning.
We lost our stride...
But when the day is done,
You'll always know.
We'll always know.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Stagnant silence
From a boy who loves plants and the stars
His wonder so shallow in such grand things
I try but heart not wavelength overflow
Just sad attempts at a love story
I don't know how to overwrite
These feelings of flaws within myself and him a barrier between potential
A room not a house and this love can only grow so much without withering
I want to get high in a room with tapestry and record player
Till static
Sitting on a couch of content
I want sweetness and misunderstanding from a maple born
I want a love that tore me to shreds
With infinity in the ginko leaf I was growing in my left hand and coffee and stories and dreams in my right
But here I am settling
Like a sailboat
Forever without wave
Dear cancer plant loving boy
This room is full
This love is dry well
With parched desert skin
And the shadows we are becoming by the dimness of this love
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC
Blank
Zero
Space
NULL
You cannot use null in a comparison.
Null has unpredictable results.
He is blank.
I am null.
He will overwrite me
And then, I can be used.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
Have you ever felt that heart wrenching pain
throbbing inside you as the one thing it lives for saunters away?
Have you ever suffered the consumation of dread
dawdling into the fragments of your shattered heart?
Have you ever felt the darkness and despair creep over you
Devouring your every thought, desperately trying to feast upon your whole being?
Have you ever felt the desire for the agony to overwrite your worthless existence
begging for it to demolish every bit of you?
Like if it were to happen
you would sigh a great breath of relief, hopelessly embracing the sensation?
That's how I felt about you
the moment you growled those insensitive words at me
leaving me to crawl into my own defenition of disquest.
That is how you selfishly left me behind
not caring how that would affect me,
how that abandonment would break me.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
I struggle to write
Of soft sunshine
Moments petal-like
Tender slivers of moonlight
It's a drawn-out fight
Describing twilight
When lover's hearts ignite
Before whispering goodnight
Tend to rewrite
Words laced with delight
Of sheets purer than white
And kisses on lover's spines
I tend to overwrite
Then leave out the highlights
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
I want to hurt you, desert you, socially disgrace you,
Shame you, break you, and publically deface you,
Simply and quite easily displace you,
But I can’t,
I want to beat you, delete you, silently defeat you,
Spite you, fight you, locally expedite you,
Gently and easily overwrite you,
But I can’t,
I want to kick you, flick you, psychotically brick you,
Nab you, grab you, franticly jab you,
Smiling as I lovingly stab you,
But I can’t,
I want to grin, watch blood soak in, laughing within,
Delighting in my sin, comfortably rock...in,
As, I picture you in your coffin,
But I can’t,
But I can wait; I’m at the gate, of fate,
Don’t be late……………
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
*I watched them bleed tears,
watched the red stain their pale face like it wanted to tear away what was under their skin,
as if tears of blood were telling them you're thicker within.
but you see,
they, couldn't stop crying,
couldn't get it all out,
what has been done to them,
they can't even speak about.
you told them blood is thicker than water,
but they bleed the thickest red tears, so large,
like ink, and will overwrite your name,
from their memory,
from there family,
from everything you have taken from them,
they won't need you gripping at their ankles,
always being the one to pull them down every time they were in a fight,
no longer will will you make them feel like they're living a worthless life,
all the good memories have been bleed on,
red ink does not come out with an apology,
and it doesn't even lift the stain lightly,
when it's done to spite them
and despite their innocence,
and despite their age,
but you ruined them,
and you think they should grow up about it,
move on about it,
and forgive you,
they kept silent,
every night they cried because of the things you would do,
and now when they cry,
they begin to bleed,
Thick tears to cover up the mess,
as to try and fix all the monstrous distresses,
fixing their family to feel something right,
breaking limbs off the family tree til it's nothing but a wreck,
snapping the limbs harder as they picture yours in its place instead,
and this is trying to live,
for them,
while everyone, they have left,
still wants to fight them,
and hurt them more then they already are.*
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
I feel you coming back to me
Without punishment Without apology,
But what is a girl without helpless curiosity,
Slipping through the curls of my curtains with the breeze at night,
Your mistakes you try so easily to overwrite.
And when as the sun aches my sockets and the birds signal daybreak,
I realise I no longer have the choice to give you a second chance because now I am awake.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
Back to my growlery
white porcelain tomb
last night hammers on me
pecking my lune
Inundated
I am cestus- hewn
illustrated
by full moon
Welting my hands
against wall
the palisade
is built tall
Forced gorged feelings
torch where they hide
weighted tactics
lying beside this great divide
Shiver to a nosedive
I traverse the night
holding dearer
contrite and struggle to overwrite
broken glass, a mirror,
eyes say- though now mute-
with each heave, “et tu brute?”
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
every day,
I rewrite myself.
infinitive fingers and sinewy syntax for muscle, bones of good solid prose as a frame. my hair stays the same-- always five syllables long and inky black.
attitude slicker than Bill Shakespeare
sometimes a grin like Lewis Carroll
or an enigmatic e.e. cummings glint
in my eye is thrown in.
I always write in something I haven't written before.
maybe if I revise myself enough
I can overwrite my mistakes ;
just remove a stanza and
swap synonyms,
and I can start anew.
that would be nice.
but not all mistakes can be fixed
in the next draft just like that.
you've gotta bleed for your mistakes and you've gotta bleed for your words,you hear me?
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Within a cool summer breeze
Laid a meadow where grass grew
No animals in sight and with it no trees
Above was nothing except the vast beautiful blue
In this land of forgotten memories
Three doors stood so brown and new
Years and years passed unseen
Until a young girl came one day
Her figure was amazingly lean
And produced a great display
With a birthstone of tourmaline
Her cheerful days has deplenished away
As she came to the first door
The scenes showed her miserable past
Starring at the pictures as she abhor
Being hurt and hated and harassed
As delinquents attacked her heart and tore
Leaving her determinations and desires so vast
She glanced away and continued on
The next door's wiring seemed to be loose
For it was blurry when came upon
Known as a hermit by remaining recluse
With all the negativity she drawn
No one seeing the frames of abuse
Trying to forget the past and present
She fearfully beheld her final dare
Standing there with such tremendous resent
Enraged her with darkness and despair
Seeing only a still event
Of the color black flooding everywhere
Deciding which door to overwrite
She choose none to reside
The girl left the meadow in fright
Feeling unwanted as she cried
So on a cold winter night
She committed suicide
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
These words are fingerprints;
A momento of the fleeting seconds
Where I overflow with emotion
Like a glass under a faucet.
True, these portraits are usually
A collection of broken mirrors,
But let me write when I am howling
At the moon in my car
As the man on the radio makes love
To his microphone
And the glow of streetlights light
The path home.
Let me write when the floors are clean,
Lemon cleaner and sunlight pouring in,
And I'm trimming the ends of flower stalks
For a vase that paints these walls of mine "home".
I am not entirely fragmented.
My ankles may weaken
And my spine my stiffen
And static might overwrite my thoughts
When the sun retires,
But against everything, I stand.
I stand.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
I plucked a book from my closet
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
I open to a random
573
The Test of Love -- is Death
It hurts
to hold this book
to hold this poem
in my hands
because you got me this book
you showed me all the most painful things
brand new, this book, ******* you with wine in my veins
and played me out, and I was young and dumb
I should have played the game, but I flipped out
you were terribly cute, threateningly Norwegian
I HATE to admit this, but I STILL love you like
the deepest laceration, the sorest wound of this animal
though I know it to be only longing
for the semblance of a truly wild life.
It hurts so bad because I'll die and never talk to you again
I always purposefully acted crazy and burned bridges with every ex-lover
Here's what I held from myself:
I know that I am good enough
That I don't have to worry
That I will overwrite your memory
With new love, true and blazing bright
And it will all be okay. More than that,
It will mean more than you could ever mean to me.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
i had you
and it was nothing
i held you
heart wrenching
how do you say your name?
how do you sound when you laugh?
i can't access these memories anymore
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC