To be able to erase all the bad programming in your brain and mind would be a godsend literally for your life. You could finally be aware of all the awesome things happening to you and around you every day. Be aware and be here.
to take away … make no more … eradicate … need to correct. Sometimes we wish we could erase our past and rewrite it history. Too bad it’s not as easy as using an eraser.
Sandy Traugott
I am going to erase my search history on google. It is a good thing to do so your parents do not see what you have searched.
Simon Woodard
I am going to erase my search history on google.
Simon Woodard
I wish I could erase myself from the world. I couldn’t commit suicide because everybody has memories with me. Everybody has pictures and letters and objects that are distinctly mine. Remember when Hermoine obliviated her family? I wish I could do that with myself.
Paige B
erase
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I quickly erased my wrong answer. I hate this job. O jeffery.
Jaedon
remove, snuff out of existence. To forcible disentangle and liberate from the subconscious realm to alleviate the dysfunction of the abyss.
Matthew
It’s Latin time!
Si tu est recta,
Ego vadam vobiscum
usque exigo
prudenter, fidens
concero contra malum
defendo mundus
! Haiku-Man !
Daily you hide it,
or attempt to hide from it
History fears it
You would ERASE it’s past
but my kind won’t allow that
it is unbiased
shows the real you
and what you deserve in life
“it” we call, “The Truth”
! Haiku-Man !
Remember, during recess, the erasers, thwak thwak thwak thwaaaack. Against the west wall of our school, white chalky streaks, the feel of the gritty felt-side, the smooth camel colored chamois? The honor of inhaling all that dust and the 5 minutes of being outside alone. Without supervision, without anyone.
You can erase so much different things. A writing, a drawing , mind and lot’s of different stuff. It’s basically deleting something that used to be there.
Efe Gelibolu
She never meant for the problem to blow up this big.
She could swear to the whole world and bet every single penny she had that she never meant for the picture to be sent out to the whole entire student body. She thought that the little problem that they had would be erased by the private picture, except that it was more than just “private.” The picture was sent, unintentionally, to the whole student body in her school, and now, she was wishing for a power to erase the memories of everyone in her school.
He looked down at his watch, then at his shoes, then met the gaze of his wife. He could tell she was disappointed in him, he only wished he could undo everything he said the night before.
Danny
Eraser, pencil, lab report, paper, word, mistakes, memory, tension, one, lead
Efe Gelibolu
Deleting a text or drawing from where it was it used more common deleting physically
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How would our lives be if we could erase our mistakes in real life like we do in our writing? It would be so easy but life would be so boring as well. We wouldn’t be able to be better than the person we were yesterday. There would be no dynamism in the world.
idil
Delete something on the paper by eraser, it is common used for deleting physically
lolololol
to delete what you’ve written before. It is more like correcting your mistake. You erase something to write something else in that place
Arda Kural
Erase to what. We can erase everything in our life. My habits, my love, my moments. I like forget everything by erase them.
Berk Saygın
i am so sorry. i wish i could erase all my disgusting impurities. i really was born this way. you love pure girls and that makes sense. i can never look at you with big innocent eyes. i have had sex and done drugs and i have not done much else. i am so so sorry i cant take it back for you.
Erasing remembers me of a game that you need to “erase” to clear space for other games. And it remembers me of memories.
Bora
He had written too much and he knew it. But he still sent the letter anyway. But when he saw the reaction to its message, he gasped. He knew that he should write so much when he was drunk and that he should have thought to erase everything he wrote. He faced his accusers and stood up straight. He was now committed.
your hand was the eraser
on my cheek, leaving
behind the handprint shavings,
and I forgot i loved you.
i forgot you loved me.
i convinced myself that
love was pain, and that without it
we couldn’t grow closer.
belt buckles, blunt palms,
fingers in my hair as
they tried to steal the roots…
don’t tell me we’re not how
we should be: mother and daughter.
you were the eraser, and you cannot
just draw me into the complacent
girl you wish.
you cannot just erase the bad parts.
and if you can, give me the
stupid pencil, because i’ll
be damned if i ever let you hurt me,
him touch me, them leave me.
i’ll be damned if i ever
cry myself sick over things
that weren’t my fault.
There was a time when he wanted to forget every bad memory. If he could today, he would beg for even the worst to not be erased. When Alzheimer’s eats your memories…
Rums
If only you had an eraser for memories, for physical characteristics, for some people, and if only I could erase those words that are emblazoned in my mind forever : You are not enough.
I want to erase my past. I’m tired of living in it, as I realized the past that I had was not a good one. I have been beaten and bullied, and no one, not even my parents stood up for me. I want to earn my past and start over, preferably if I wan never bullied to begin with.
I was almost like they wanted me to take an eraser to all of my feelings.
To start a new page in that journal,
to write new stories on new lines;
to forget you.
And so, I picked up a pen instead,
something none of their erasers could abolish..
and I wrote the number five on the wall of my heart
in permanent ink.
“Gone” She thought absently as she witnessed the erasing of her brother’s mind. She smiled with a crazed look upon her face. “Soon I’ll be gone” She mused as the murderers hooked her up to the machine. “So much work, so much time, and for what?” She started to laugh. “To get erased! Ah, If they could see me now. They would laugh too. I think that they meant for this to happen, you know, that it would end this way.” She remarked. Her captors grunted at each-other surprised at all of the chatter their victim was making. “Oh, come on, does it really have to take that long.” She complained as the men were putting the last few wires into place. The man beside the control panel shrugged and inserted his I.D. card. The machine started to make the whirring, grumbling sound it did before when it took her sibling’s life. She smiled as the first few feelings of numbness came over her. Then suddenly she cried out. “No! I don’t want to die!” She screamed. “I know now! I know what I need to do!” The gang men struggled to keep her in her seat. “Call for help!” One of them ordered. “And get humiliated for needing help with this girl!” The other retorted. The girl suddenly went quiet. “There, told yer! That was easy!” The man said looking down at the body. “Yeah, well it was just in the heat of the moment.” Spat the other gang member sitting down. “Eh, whatever. Its done now. She’s definitely gone.” “Yep, erased” The two men left the room. But neither of them had noticed the pulled plugs, or that the body was breathing.
WolfHeart
The wind rolls through,
Erase the SOS from the shore.
The breeze blows in too…
Cover up my cry for help
A little more…
Stare up into the sky
Lie alone in the sand and shells.
Watch the gulls soar by
Wave to them “happy trails.”
Yeah I suck at this. Not even going to use my real name this time.
Mitch
It’s not possible to erase your past. To send it into oblivion, never acknowledging it. It forms you, becomes part of you, and you are who you are because of that past. You are the sum of your pasts. Every step along the way brought you to this place, today …
Alia
Erasing. it’s what I do a lot. I like to draw, and whenever I put my pencil down on the paper I always seem to mess up at least once. So my eraser is whittled down, and it’s blackened, but it’s beautiful and I love it still. Because it’s done so much good for me, how can I not
Casey
She closed her eyes and wished again fervently, desperately, that she could erase that memory. Her heart lurched in her chest and she couldn’t contain her thoughts, couldn’t stop herself from imagining it all over again. Familiarity hadn’t dulled the memory’s sting, in fact she felt like she was stuck in a rehearsed loop, reacting as she had before time and time again unable to keep her thoughts on the present.
Stella
I wanted to delete everything from my life. Erase it with a metaphorical wad of rubber and leave the eroded graphite behind. But everything was in ink, and unless I burned it, the story would remain. And I did not want to die by fire.
Sitting by the bus stop, I drank from a lukewarm bottle of champagne and contemplated the events of the night. People shuffled past me, staring at my disheveled hair and tousled suit. Someone, they accurately thought, had been jilted.
Belinda Roddie
erase Ersase, Es war und es wird sein. Man kann versuchen, es auszumerzen. Aber wahrscheinlich kommt es wieder, wenn es sein soll, wenn die Zeit des Verschwindens noch nicht gekommen ist. Es ist da und das heißt, dass es zu irgendwas gut ist. Also muss ich es annehmen, weil ich ja sowieso nichts dagegen tun kann.
To be able to erase all the bad programming in your brain and mind would be a godsend literally for your life. You could finally be aware of all the awesome things happening to you and around you every day. Be aware and be here.
white
its dust falls like snow
doesn’t it remind you of the ghosts on the road
you used to walk when you smiled?
naivety is your scourge,
yet it blights you
now
and it blights you
still……
this rubber shall not do anything.
nothing will.
to take away … make no more … eradicate … need to correct. Sometimes we wish we could erase our past and rewrite it history. Too bad it’s not as easy as using an eraser.
I am going to erase my search history on google. It is a good thing to do so your parents do not see what you have searched.
I am going to erase my search history on google.
I wish I could erase myself from the world. I couldn’t commit suicide because everybody has memories with me. Everybody has pictures and letters and objects that are distinctly mine. Remember when Hermoine obliviated her family? I wish I could do that with myself.
erase
I quickly erased my wrong answer. I hate this job. O jeffery.
remove, snuff out of existence. To forcible disentangle and liberate from the subconscious realm to alleviate the dysfunction of the abyss.
It’s Latin time!
Si tu est recta,
Ego vadam vobiscum
usque exigo
prudenter, fidens
concero contra malum
defendo mundus
Daily you hide it,
or attempt to hide from it
History fears it
You would ERASE it’s past
but my kind won’t allow that
it is unbiased
shows the real you
and what you deserve in life
“it” we call, “The Truth”
Remember, during recess, the erasers, thwak thwak thwak thwaaaack. Against the west wall of our school, white chalky streaks, the feel of the gritty felt-side, the smooth camel colored chamois? The honor of inhaling all that dust and the 5 minutes of being outside alone. Without supervision, without anyone.
You can erase so much different things. A writing, a drawing , mind and lot’s of different stuff. It’s basically deleting something that used to be there.
She never meant for the problem to blow up this big.
She could swear to the whole world and bet every single penny she had that she never meant for the picture to be sent out to the whole entire student body. She thought that the little problem that they had would be erased by the private picture, except that it was more than just “private.” The picture was sent, unintentionally, to the whole student body in her school, and now, she was wishing for a power to erase the memories of everyone in her school.
He looked down at his watch, then at his shoes, then met the gaze of his wife. He could tell she was disappointed in him, he only wished he could undo everything he said the night before.
Eraser, pencil, lab report, paper, word, mistakes, memory, tension, one, lead
Deleting a text or drawing from where it was it used more common deleting physically
How would our lives be if we could erase our mistakes in real life like we do in our writing? It would be so easy but life would be so boring as well. We wouldn’t be able to be better than the person we were yesterday. There would be no dynamism in the world.
Delete something on the paper by eraser, it is common used for deleting physically
to delete what you’ve written before. It is more like correcting your mistake. You erase something to write something else in that place
Erase to what. We can erase everything in our life. My habits, my love, my moments. I like forget everything by erase them.
i am so sorry. i wish i could erase all my disgusting impurities. i really was born this way. you love pure girls and that makes sense. i can never look at you with big innocent eyes. i have had sex and done drugs and i have not done much else. i am so so sorry i cant take it back for you.
Erasing remembers me of a game that you need to “erase” to clear space for other games. And it remembers me of memories.
He had written too much and he knew it. But he still sent the letter anyway. But when he saw the reaction to its message, he gasped. He knew that he should write so much when he was drunk and that he should have thought to erase everything he wrote. He faced his accusers and stood up straight. He was now committed.
Deleting, removing something from somewhere. Mostly a writing from a paper or computer; maybe a drawing.
To delete something, get rid of, to remove, usually with and with variations of erasers. the prices removes the word but some traces might be left.
you’re there, you’re gone
you’re a moment in time
you’re love lingers on
even if no longer mine
your hand was the eraser
on my cheek, leaving
behind the handprint shavings,
and I forgot i loved you.
i forgot you loved me.
i convinced myself that
love was pain, and that without it
we couldn’t grow closer.
belt buckles, blunt palms,
fingers in my hair as
they tried to steal the roots…
don’t tell me we’re not how
we should be: mother and daughter.
you were the eraser, and you cannot
just draw me into the complacent
girl you wish.
you cannot just erase the bad parts.
and if you can, give me the
stupid pencil, because i’ll
be damned if i ever let you hurt me,
him touch me, them leave me.
i’ll be damned if i ever
cry myself sick over things
that weren’t my fault.
There was a time when he wanted to forget every bad memory. If he could today, he would beg for even the worst to not be erased. When Alzheimer’s eats your memories…
If only you had an eraser for memories, for physical characteristics, for some people, and if only I could erase those words that are emblazoned in my mind forever : You are not enough.
We want to erase the memories.
The memories of hurt, regret and pain.
Oh, maybe some happiness too.
Because those who were part of those happy memories are no longer here.
Oh well, that is how life works.
If only there is a magical eraser to delete those moments.
I want to erase my past. I’m tired of living in it, as I realized the past that I had was not a good one. I have been beaten and bullied, and no one, not even my parents stood up for me. I want to earn my past and start over, preferably if I wan never bullied to begin with.
I was almost like they wanted me to take an eraser to all of my feelings.
To start a new page in that journal,
to write new stories on new lines;
to forget you.
And so, I picked up a pen instead,
something none of their erasers could abolish..
and I wrote the number five on the wall of my heart
in permanent ink.
“Gone” She thought absently as she witnessed the erasing of her brother’s mind. She smiled with a crazed look upon her face. “Soon I’ll be gone” She mused as the murderers hooked her up to the machine. “So much work, so much time, and for what?” She started to laugh. “To get erased! Ah, If they could see me now. They would laugh too. I think that they meant for this to happen, you know, that it would end this way.” She remarked. Her captors grunted at each-other surprised at all of the chatter their victim was making. “Oh, come on, does it really have to take that long.” She complained as the men were putting the last few wires into place. The man beside the control panel shrugged and inserted his I.D. card. The machine started to make the whirring, grumbling sound it did before when it took her sibling’s life. She smiled as the first few feelings of numbness came over her. Then suddenly she cried out. “No! I don’t want to die!” She screamed. “I know now! I know what I need to do!” The gang men struggled to keep her in her seat. “Call for help!” One of them ordered. “And get humiliated for needing help with this girl!” The other retorted. The girl suddenly went quiet. “There, told yer! That was easy!” The man said looking down at the body. “Yeah, well it was just in the heat of the moment.” Spat the other gang member sitting down. “Eh, whatever. Its done now. She’s definitely gone.” “Yep, erased” The two men left the room. But neither of them had noticed the pulled plugs, or that the body was breathing.
The wind rolls through,
Erase the SOS from the shore.
The breeze blows in too…
Cover up my cry for help
A little more…
Stare up into the sky
Lie alone in the sand and shells.
Watch the gulls soar by
Wave to them “happy trails.”
Yeah I suck at this. Not even going to use my real name this time.
It’s not possible to erase your past. To send it into oblivion, never acknowledging it. It forms you, becomes part of you, and you are who you are because of that past. You are the sum of your pasts. Every step along the way brought you to this place, today …
Erasing. it’s what I do a lot. I like to draw, and whenever I put my pencil down on the paper I always seem to mess up at least once. So my eraser is whittled down, and it’s blackened, but it’s beautiful and I love it still. Because it’s done so much good for me, how can I not
She closed her eyes and wished again fervently, desperately, that she could erase that memory. Her heart lurched in her chest and she couldn’t contain her thoughts, couldn’t stop herself from imagining it all over again. Familiarity hadn’t dulled the memory’s sting, in fact she felt like she was stuck in a rehearsed loop, reacting as she had before time and time again unable to keep her thoughts on the present.
I wanted to delete everything from my life. Erase it with a metaphorical wad of rubber and leave the eroded graphite behind. But everything was in ink, and unless I burned it, the story would remain. And I did not want to die by fire.
Sitting by the bus stop, I drank from a lukewarm bottle of champagne and contemplated the events of the night. People shuffled past me, staring at my disheveled hair and tousled suit. Someone, they accurately thought, had been jilted.
erase Ersase, Es war und es wird sein. Man kann versuchen, es auszumerzen. Aber wahrscheinlich kommt es wieder, wenn es sein soll, wenn die Zeit des Verschwindens noch nicht gekommen ist. Es ist da und das heißt, dass es zu irgendwas gut ist. Also muss ich es annehmen, weil ich ja sowieso nichts dagegen tun kann.