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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.
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Jan 2019 Jennifer DeLong
Carina
Sometimes you have no reason to stay,
and realize that's a perfect argument to go.
And that taking an entirely new way,
is the sore but single method to grow.

If you're washed-on abeyance's bight,
and you feel decision's heavy heft:
To choose the left where nothing's right,
or go to the right where nothing's left.

Remember it matters not where you proceed,
or which mountain you want to ascend.
It does not matter whether you succeed,
it is the journey that matters in the end.
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
 Jan 2019 Jennifer DeLong
Maddy
When you have been thrown under the bus too often
When you are ignored like a once loved toy
When the words no longer have meaning
It is not the way you wanted it to be
Yet,it is what it is
Sometimes never applies and the door is hermitcally sealed because dealing with the pain makes no sense anymore

c@rainbowchaser2019
 Dec 2018 Jennifer DeLong
eileen
Why must the people around me
view me with no depth
I feel hollow
a two-dimensional being
living in the wrong plane
I feel no gravity
my face has no expression
my words have no meaning

Why must people
disregard
my feelings
my life

Am I real?
I wonder
if I am a piece of paper

I stand inside
indefinite grounds

I live in a black and white
world

my color stripped away

leaving me
in a realm
of all year long
winter reign
 Dec 2018 Jennifer DeLong
eileen
ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ
ˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ
ᴵ ᶜʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᵃᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ
ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵐʸ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ˡᶦᶠᵉ
ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ
ᵗʷᵉⁿᵗʸ⁻ᵉᶦᵍʰᵗ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵒˡᵈ
ᶠᵉᵉˡᶦⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ʳᵉ ⁿᶦⁿᵉ
ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵈᵗᶦᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ
ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ
ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ
ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ
ʷᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ˢᵒ ⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ
ʷᵉ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ
ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ
ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs
ᴡʜᴏ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ
ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ
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