If Not Today, Then Tomorrow — Jaded
He stands more powerful than ever before, a man reshaped by the fire of his journey. This path was never just about survival— it was a reckoning, a shift in power. No longer bound by the past, he moves in harmony with a force greater than himself,…
Let’s Cut to the Chase — Jaded
A poet’s fever burns faint— like the remains of strong, memorable holds. It attacks the spirit, witchcrafting isolation out of social mingling.
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…
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—…
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…
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…
Do You Ever Leave Yourself Alone — Jaded
Torture syndrome still lingers at the rate of my successful climax, pedaling so far, yet the pedals always need changing. Am I doing too much? Or am I doing too little? Seems like the world would rather have torture syndrome than one less lonely pedal…
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…