PTSD Attack Him: How the Process Works — Phoenix Heart
The nights were always the hardest. The silence that others found peaceful only amplified the noise in his mind. He would doze off into a deep sleep, but it was never restful. Instead, it was punctuated by nightmares and disorienting sounds that jarred…
Essence of Others — Jaded
Carrying the weight of broken discharge, blood-tears from a heart used and undone, categorized by the enders of whispering plants, puddling up with splashes of memories. Hazy air brushes the backdrop, fluttering with hazel dew. I break beneath the…
Echoes — Phoenix Heart
The echoes of the story, forever changed by its wisdom, unveiled profound truths. Hearts brimming with gratitude, they stepped into their own narratives, inspired to embrace new adventures, armed with the knowledge that the realms of fiction hold the…
Stanza — Jaded
“…They called it strength when I learned not to cry. But strength was the mask— survival was the monster underneath. I sharpened my silence into knives, built walls out of broken promises, and crowned my pain so it would kneel to me. What once controlled…
Power Play Move — Phoenix Heart
You’re going to figure it out. Like you always have. The melody that lingers during my worst moments, the climax to every rush and heart-beating metaphor of everyday melancholy, turning into satirical energy, always toward the end. “You’re going to…
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,…
Storyline: Explained — Phoenix Heart
The past leaves scars, dents, scrapes, laughter, and subtle cries. The present offers lessons, guidance, teaching patience and practice. The future revisits past errors, transforming them into lessons— new emotional or physical scenarios, crafted by…
Jaded: The Final Chapter — Jaded
The city was asleep, wrapped in a blanket of quiet that only the dead of night could bring. Below me, the streets lay still, the lights flickering in an almost sad, defeated way, like they too had grown tired of the never-ending cycle. It was the kind of…
He Is Him, Quiet Down — Phoenix Heart
If he is met with doubt and ignorant remarks, why should he continue to treat them with respect? His energy is not something to be taken lightly; it is a source of strength for him. He is capable of being just as formidable as anyone else. Don’t bother…
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…