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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 yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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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 worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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I Can Sit There — Jaded
I can sit there— give you everything. Knowledge, hands that help, even a roof when storms hit. And what did you do? You got comfy in the riddles I gave you— “Give him an inch, let’s see if I can run a mile.” So you tried. Oh, I saw. And I sat there. Sat through…
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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 mathematics of untuned sorrows— wandering echoes of forgotten time, fractals of longing spiraling through unsolved equations.…
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No, Why? — Jaded
As I aspire to become a phenomenon, I stand tall amid a world of doubt. I ponder the words of those who cast stones, their judgments wrapped in veils of ignorance, thrown my way like discarded trash. Yet I, in my quiet defiance, rise. I laugh, unburdened, with strides of loot and triumph, collecting moments…
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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, sketching a universe where his roads lead forward,…
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Just It — Jaded
Loneliness isn’t the right word for my distance. And calling me a poet— well, that doesn’t mean love will find me. When you hear opinions, assumptions, mediocrity, you learn to brush off their tracks— yes, tracks. Because sometimes you have to go back just to move forward. Loneliness isn’t the right word for my distance.…
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Sickness — Jaded
Bowing down to the uncertainty of unconditional surrender, shifting down, shivering through the crowded body I’m left carrying, pulling at the strings that are holding me up while fighting the cruelty of my own maker. Teardrops fall like a rainstorm moving through the Florida terrain. It’s only a few minutes, right?
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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 years upon years, diluting the best joy of them, grounding them…
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I. — Jaded
I laughed when I entered the room, thinking I played the elephant, the one no one dares to name. “An anti-hero with a superpower: turning everyday moments into scripts— the dullest of scenes, a story of—”
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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.
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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 left behind.
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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 relearning of faces, the forced familiarity of…
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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 boy who cried wolf,” cresting a world…
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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 a daunting task, I falter, spiral downward, beating around the bush while letting…
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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. Consciousness wavers, uncertain which path to follow. For now, I tread…
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Love Burns Bones — Jaded
Love drains my soul, heart, body, mixing with the water of my teardrops. I’m left carrying a heavy burden— missed melodies, sorry melancholy. Whispering to the heavens, “What did I do?” but bracing for karma to flash before my heavy eyes. Strap in. Let’s get ready for this ride.
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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— you’re crying victim now because I’m winning, using the same logic you…
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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 trace? The day of the parade was dark, heavy,…
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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.
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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 as a check. Some might bounce while you give them leeway to cover the balance.…
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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.
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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 really the problem, anyways?
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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.
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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 kingdom come, not the twisted workings of your domain.…
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