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I decided to write
One last time
With icicles of ink
Sharpened words,
That slowly disperse
Every mean word said to me
I write
And I write
Every heartbreak
I let it flee with no fight
No tears,
Just raindrops,
No chills down my spine,
My heart devoid of fear
I take icicles of ink
I shove it in my heart
The words do not pierce,
They bleed from my pocket,
They spill,
Raw,
And pure
No frostbites
No frozen tears.
Don't borrow tomorrow
To stay in today
While living in yesterday.
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.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
in this pool
of my ablations
i turn my face
to warming
vibrations
what in
a shallow pool
rolls its white
underside
up in hope
 Mar 2023 Bowedbranches
soft
Some days I am swimming,
most days I am sinking.
There is never a day where I
can simply just float.
About you
not about me
About you
not being
about me
About you
me being
always
About you
caressing
ahead
for you
while you
you
you

me fleeing
about you
And then
there are
these things
called words
oh my
I want my lollipop
don't you
This line sponsored by
the feel of my sleeve
the style of my attitude
I am conquering things
here
and I want you to cheer
me on

Soberly waiting
as if puzzle pieces
are being shaken
and they fall
into place

They will fall
into place
though few
might agree

The shortening of things
a constriction
of couldn't
say

while I wrestle away
from any target
the broad side of the barn
I love missing
is here
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