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…
Press — Jaded
They spent more time backstabbing him, with insecurities plain as day. Yet the audience gathered. Were they feathered or what? The nest got bigger, migrating more and more— hatred, conniving, and shifting became the wreckage of missed mistakes. …Who’s…
Ugh — Jaded
Another friend slipped away. The devotion of love came to her presence, defining my future with a good friend, while trying to maintain the relationship we already had. This right is bitter, righteous, and just downright wrong.
Jaded — Jaded
My mind is blank— a straight line stretching endlessly. Is there an explanation for this loose feeling woven into the mist of broken thoughts? I can’t breathe. Eyes wide open, too close to the edge of an inner darkness, spinning between shadow and light.…
Spoiled Cries with Deeper Cries — Jaded
Risen from the ashes built by the pawnings and landings of past, future, and current events. Not a thing learned, not a thing earned, but the bypassings of others, tarnishing them with backstabbing approaches and a spoiled hail of cries. It ran on for…
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…
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—…
Just It — Jaded
Loneliness isn’t the right word for my distance. And calling me a poet— well, that doesn’t mean love will find me. When you hear opinions, assumptions, mediocrity, you learn to brush off their tracks— yes, tracks. Because sometimes you have to go back…
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…