Faded Echoes — Jaded
The rain taps against my window, a rhythm of forgotten thoughts. I was someone once, or maybe still, buried under the weight of “what ifs.” Hope flickers— but it always fades. And so do I, into the grayness of another night. The echoes of what I could…
The Last Step — Jaded
The pages turn, the story ends, but the journey lingers, my old friend. Through every trial, every tear, a lesson learned, a fate unclear. The past still whispers, soft and deep, but now it’s just a memory I keep. No longer drowning in its weight, I…
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…
Walked a Lot of Roads to Get to Today — Jaded
Self-worth is what I seek in my solitude. Painted walls to match the exterior of my wrecked mind, catching the attention of folks, creating an audience, an offering. They’re drawn to the complexity of my content, shaped by the woke industry’s…
The Lost Soul — Jaded
I’ve traveled through countless storms, wishing each rainfall would cease, dreading the downpour’s catastrophic toll, yet holding firm in purpose and poise. The purity that bears this wreckage is the heart within my soul. I let the storms rage on— an…
Death Does Woven Emotions — Jaded
Death, held in the heartstrings of melancholy, molding the heart, body, and soul into a slouched-over form, broken by people, places, and things. He sits alone, complying with the consistency of his trial, darkened by robust testimony. Melancholy…
They Gotta Talk to You Nicely — Jaded
Life laughs, as you were told its joyfulness would bring prosperity and carry your grace. It is a life lesson: continue life’s ignorance and find peace— embrace the extraordinary. Linger with your outcast— it’s your fault you’re this closed off.
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…
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.
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…