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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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—…
Price of Nice — Jaded
He smiled when they cursed, bowed when they mocked, gave when it hurt, and never once balked. He listened too long, spoke softly in storms, offered his coat when the world wasn’t warm. They called him a saint, “A good one, a light,” but shadows grow long…