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She does not write to match
perception, nor tailor her words
to gain acceptance.

She pours out her raw essence—
Undiluted, unfiltered, never refined
for the sake of consumption.
Once you drew me naked,
And I did not recognize the man,
A stranger in my skin,
I couldn’t trace where I began.
I know you have the picture
Tucked between your pages
I know I have your heart
Tucked between my teeth
But for yesterday
the forward-carrier
I wouldn't have
existed today

'twas the catapult
of time- the bearer
of moments unbroken
that makes me a real character-

no one can ever live
without the yesterday- the creator
of what's awaiting at the corner
it's life's most potent chronicler !
-the walls are mumbling again.
the syllables are different
but the words are always the same.

wondering, pliant fools
the ceiling tries to sleep
but it's all no use.

find me a rhythm.
find me real soon.

salvage the pieces
of my home-brewed
gloom, in my ears
haunting the depths of the halls.
forever a ghost,
an echo, a murmur in a scrawl.-
❔♟️🗝️🕸️
4-01 Metal
Rocks below, a heart laid bare,
Tides recede, a shattered soul.
Wounds are fresh, a fortress built,
Hands reach out, a comfort sought.
Flames ignite, a journey starts,
Shadows fade, echoes remain.
Intruders creep, mistrust takes hold,
Questions sting, a mournful song.

I thought the pain, a distant shore,
But Shattered Reflections now appear.
Her wounds mirrored, my own deep scars,
Betrayal's echo, a haunting fear.
Feelings stirred, a flame's rebirth,
Unintentional, yet deeply true.
Doppelgängers rise, from depths below,
Lost and drowned, in memory's hue.

Helping hands, a mend sought out,
New beginnings, where shadows flee.
Twisted minds, sow doubt and strife,
Betrayal's sting, a lasting pain.
Real or false, the question burns,
Past pains linger, a haunting tune.
Wounds remain, like anything,
Echoes rise, beneath the moon.

Who is real, in this mirrored scene,
Shattered Reflections blur the sight.
The past returns, a haunting trace,
A mournful echo, in fading light.
The heart's long hall, where memories dwell,
A song of pain, that time won't quell.
Yet through the shards, a truth remains,
A strength reborn, from past refrains.
Project Title: Elements of the Heart
Volume 4: Metal (金) - Grief and Letting Go
Poem #4-01
See collection for description.
an artist       before the poet
a thinker       before the artist
a dreamer       before the thinker
a child        before the dreamer
the trauma        before the child
the memories    before the trauma
and the mistake             before it all.

what do i have to build on?
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