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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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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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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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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 echoes, joy into something fragile, fleeting. The satire, a soaring bestseller,…
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Curtains Down — Jaded
Let’s pause and wake the fuck up. Laughing at your satire, yet I walked away with the Oscar. You tried to backstab me, dragging me into your world of people, places, and things. I volunteered for consideration— let that sink in. Remarkably, I saw three steps ahead, watched the show lose its grip, its focus,…
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People, Shut Up — Jaded
What good does speaking bring when action is the goal? Quietly, we make it happen, remembering the role. But again, let’s not, and say we did, so the presumption of others becomes that Disney classic bid: “I’m a real boy.”
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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 stretches from bogus testimony to uplifting revelations. Parting ways from family, friends, aunts and uncles, sitting in…
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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 incomplete complexity of endless ruin— waiting for calm, yearning for a center of peace,…
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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 connections. I’m learning to stand firm, my confidence rising…
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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 post-traumatic lens, while I come to terms with my body’s fragile control, in conflict…
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Glory of the Sunrise — Jaded
As time presses into the darkness, I step aside, leaving behind darkened trails as perseverance carries the radiance of my desire— to take charge of the core within: life’s drive. I never admired the dreams of others’ personas; my desire emerges, proof of my own path. I am the stigma to my existence, I am…
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The Mirror — Jaded
I’m the first to greet you each day, in silence, I reflect your way. A gentle reminder, soft and true: the reason life keeps going is you. Before the weight of the world’s embrace, before it leaves a single trace, I hold the strength you seek inside— in waking up, in being alive. Who am…
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Home — Phoenix Heart
An early start, with a twist of fate at this stage. There comes a turning point when your efforts, no matter how persistent, will drive you deeper into bitter territory—your heart racing as you climb every mountain, chase every star, and fall into the depths of self-doubt. Your daily message, delivered from above, reminds you…
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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 echoes from those who claim to help. I feel sick in the head for things not my…
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It Rains and It Pours, Carry On — Phoenix Heart
Suppress the burdens of broken wants, needs, and desires. Tuck them away, where they can’t reach the light. Now, glorify your misery— don’t mislead its glorification, the root of too many “come ons” or “I’m just going to end it.” This nonsense of a pity party has dragged on for far too long. You’re fueling…
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In Passing — Phoenix Heart
I am a spoof to the people, places, and things— a shadow creeping upon the weary man, hoping for a quick chat with the strangers he meets. Nightfall descends, pulling him into its grasp, still hoping for a brief connection. A hopeful friendship, a bond bought in passing, read between the lines, exchanged with a…
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Undercurrent — Phoenix Heart
Regrets and somber tears. His personality processed a traumatized past to create an outlook of rainy days, windy thoughts, and damaged paths. War and bloodshed that ended unexpectedly. Can change—a destructive path of conflict—really be the key to success? If life were as simple as a straight line, the heartbeat of broken dreams would stay…
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333 (Good, Good, and Bad) — Phoenix Heart
The souls that belittle you are the Devil, masking the reality of what’s conspiring before your eyes. An inner emotional roller coaster, from happy highs to six-feet-under sadness. A personal note for the books: if the mess he picked up becomes the breaking point in incomplete growth, what is his weakness? Traveling the world, wondering…
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Painted Portraits — Phoenix Heart
When the world is walking into you, your kind of emotional response—the mask of resentment—is the unintentional ignorance of the truth you’re hiding. Now you’re in a window display for the acts of judgment, set to self-destruct. The daily routine of trying to clear the scar of a once-traumatic event makes you feel like the…
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Hammer — Phoenix Heart
Laughter pounds during the climax of a depressed journey, traveling back in time. The past resurfaces. Laughter pounds, dismissing the wreckage. “Less is always more”— it’s what he was taught.
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The Weight of Assumptions — Phoenix Heart
To assume is to think one is powerless. Yes, powerless. Claiming false narratives should eat you up alive. You just started a war, forcing sides to be picked, putting others in the middle. This should be your guilty verdict: remember, to assume is to be an automatic liar, and a liar is never a good…
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For Today, Follow the Yellow Brick Road — Phoenix Heart
It might lead to something better than yesterday. When the efforts to win others’ hearts fail, it becomes a lasting lesson. As you start this journey, the true understanding of yourself will emerge. Embrace self-care, build yourself up, and learn to say no when necessary.
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Smile, It’s a Good Day — Phoenix Heart
Smile, it’s a good day. Sometimes I struggle with feelings of anger and negative energy within myself. Yet understanding their purpose and impact afterward has defined my growth and led me to milestones. “It is what it is” captures my acceptance and resilience in the face of challenges.
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Holiday — Phoenix Heart
I’ve reached a moment where my morning routine of mirror reflections becomes a boost for my self-worth. I’m cashing in, succeeding in this thing called time. Life is like a blooming game. There’s always a champion, and that’s you.
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Carry — Phoenix Heart
He bears a burden, a heartache, a relapse, and dignity. Imagination does not equal sadness. His favorite word is “carry.” Remember to always carry yourself with purpose, even when burdens weigh heavy on your soul. The heartache will eventually fade away. I promise.
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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 apologizing to him; he’ll only find it…
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Laughing Also — Phoenix Heart
The company he once kept: a never-ending cycle of battles, an emotional roller-coaster ride unfolding. Drama-filled scenes morph into present-day confusion, déjà vu, and puzzling nights.
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