The chalkboard
The engraved writing
The stains
The marks
The board
So clean at first
Stainless at first
Very happy
The chalk
New in the plastic
So content and colorful
Just waiting to be used
The chalk wrote a story
It stained the clean board with red
Out of sorrow and shame
It wanted to be used up
It wanted to be gone
The board told the story
It showed us that no matter how stained it is it still works
It can still be used
It is still functional
How come we don't realize this with ourselves.
The arm and the tool.
The stained red marks.
The engraving.
The chalkboard
The engraved writing
The stains
The marks
So clean at first but then it left its forever wounds.
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This sucks ass 🤢. Don't lie to mehhhh!
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Lost Memories
PoetryWhen the most deepest memories meet reality and becomes something real, powerful and meaningfully Not just words But words with emotion Will make you read and doubt if your deepest memories are just an illusion or pure reality... Can you handle that...
