Her Majesty Once Said — Jaded
“Look what you made me do.” Yeah, that’s right. That’s my table. “Process the past like it’s the last thing left to do before its time here is done. Forgive, forget, prosper—as they eat the hate that once tried to spread to you. Become the new norm,…
Time: The Gift That Keeps Screaming — Jaded
It doesn’t just whisper its secrets. It slams down on the table like an old friend who’s had too much to drink— a few scars, some bruised memories, and just enough bitterness to leave you wondering if you ever really knew who you were. The gift it leaves…
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.
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.
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…
Power of My Witchcraft — Jaded
Power of my witchcraft crafted a new weapon. I am the king of my restless kingdom, yet captive to my own guilt. I fought for this throne, a bloody, shameless man, fueled by demonic rage, revealing the dark sorcery that lies within brotherhood. This is my…
Rivers of Meaning — Jaded
Let’s fly away, into a world where the only meaning is you and me. Let’s journey together, seeking a place where our worth is not just measured, but felt, where trembling hands craft a melody of range and beauty, borne in the glow of fleeting social…
Calling Drunk — Jaded
Pasting by the life we built, like films on a movie board— the beginning, the middle, the ending. We created scenes of happy days, torn apart by the pain of others’ jealousy. Their envy lingered, a shadow on our brightest frames, turning laughter into…
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…
Still Searching — Jaded
I search for meaning, but all I find are questions. I search for peace, but all I find is noise. Maybe the answers don’t matter. Maybe the search does. So I keep searching, through the haze, through the noise, wondering if I’ll ever find what I’m looking…