Imagine the Pain… — Phoenix Heart
They took everything when it became his payday, remembering its questioning. They took his sanity. His kindness. His courage.
Walking Around City Nightlife — Phoenix Heart
Walking through the city’s nightlife, observing bystanders, dwelling on the trampoline tricks of trauma and melancholy. My heart turns to stone, gazing into realms of dark fog. Copying and pasting clichés from conventional advice. The sound of crickets…
Dear Carrier — Phoenix Heart
The demons that follow you—those acts of torture, those remedies, those made-up “it’s water under the bridge” excuses. It’s over. The birds kept pecking at my window. Once they finally shattered the glass, they delivered the words the heavens heard: how…
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…
I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the…
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…
Carry On, Young Man, It’s the Only Way Toward the Horizon — Phoenix Heart
He will forever swallow the air of past traumas, leave behind broken marks, and dwell in courses of sorrow and regret for being “blindsided”—by using his coping melody of just three words: “Rocks and minerals.” Carry on, young man. It’s the only way…
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,…
To Seek Better Is Just Slapping Me Faster Than Any Abuse I’ve Worked On — Phoenix Heart
The first of its kind, this mindset is sober, with just highs of nicotine keeping my eyelids open wide. Rushing thoughts after a week of wreckage. The first of its kind. His mind is sober, triggered by thoughts of mental instability and unhealthy…
Ever Hear Yourself Walk Away from Your Body? — Jaded
Body? Ever hear yourself walk away from your body? Yeah— that’s the first sign of pitching a pity party. It begins with a howl to your own pack, begging them to assess the emotional damages they inflicted. The scar? It hijacks your process every time you…