Prominent by Trade — New Poems
Carrying grace in its fullest force. Never powerless— Just a profound piece of enigma, Higher than the gods you praise. Tortured by what only jealousy can soothe. Prominent by trade, Never powerless by design.
The Momentum — Jaded
The mountains I climbed to reach my destination left me on my knees, praying to the heavens for strength to complete this worn-out path— a journey through repeating routes, endless cycles, and roadblocks I once thought were impassable. When I give myself…
People Are Pocket Change — Jaded
A purchased party, transactional at its finest— some are worth cents while others are worth dollars. A purchased party, disputable, thrown out the window, forever a lifesaver. A purchased party, transactional at its finest— just hope they don’t come back…
Depression — Jaded
The only presence of some sort of emotion, it’s becoming my favorite song to sing, my favorite phone call to hear, and my favorite color to showcase. The needle in the haystack is the happiness in the hell I’m about to get through.
The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in…
Love Burns Bones — Jaded
Love drains my soul, heart, body, mixing with the water of my teardrops. I’m left carrying a heavy burden— missed melodies, sorry melancholy. Whispering to the heavens, “What did I do?” but bracing for karma to flash before my heavy eyes. Strap in. Let’s…
If I Were — Jaded
If I were fragile like a flower, I’d have a lot of trouble finding my way. If I were fragile like a bomb, I’d have no trouble finding my way. Carry yourself with the best intentions. Don’t always sulk— simmer. Brush it off? It’s like saying, “He’s the…
The Cost of Return — Jaded
If I had a dollar for every time someone left my life, I would be a billionaire. If I had a dollar for every time they left and came back, I would have nothing. Because absence has value. But return—return costs me everything. The reopening of doors, the…
Friendships in Passing — Jaded
He fought the pull to end it all, dragging himself through battles he didn’t start— questions clawing at his mind. Why can others just walk away from memories, as if they never mattered? Why do people enter and exit his life with no regard, no lasting…
Karma’s Buffet — Jaded
If past endeavors aren’t masked with resentment, what’s the point of self-reflection, discipline, or even self-respect? If you step into my life, my house, my space— only to rip apart my soul, body, and mind, then let’s play the same game. Oh, wait—…