#jadez

[saiiintjoseph]

Dead enough to accept the road I’ve chosen

Alive enough to feel the love I’m soaked in

Old enough that I leave exited doors open

Young enough to get lost in the moment...

[saiiintjoseph]

Good Days

Living every day like I’m waiting for death I’m just enjoying every moment until nothing’s left MJ wasn’t worried about a shot he hadn’t taken yet So why stress when a cool breeze is caressing my head like I’m its pet Living in the moment as I take a deep breathe Taking in the sunshine, absorbing the love like it’s  ecstasy from the meds I feel uplifted like I’m standing on the pegs As my bro pedaled the bike Arms out like I’m Leo on the Titanic I’m ready to take flight Then fast forward to the nights when you and I stared at the stars in the sky Talking about life, reminiscing on the times when we laughed and cried Sometimes the pressure weighs you down but we live for those times with our loved ones around...

[saiiintjoseph]

Wildfire

I’m too jaded by what gets you excited I went too wild looking for a feeling but could never find it So I just get faded to quiet the riot To quiet the nonsense but I can no longer fight it So it just takes over and protects wherever my pride is I take a couple deep breathes to take back control But at this moment, I’m already a bit on fire even though, on the inside, I feel cold I just wish I could melt away or evaporate I don’t exaggerate when I say that when it gets to this point I feel like I have to hate I wish I could half the hate until I finally no longer have the hate Revenge is like when you masturbate Except you keep on going and can never ejaculate...

[saiiintjoseph]

An Ode to the Brothers I Miss

No brother closer than the one you meet in fatigues Fatigued, under stormy skies, in the trenches, never benches No need to take a seat, We stand for each other Understand each man like we’re a band, like Band of Brothers Even when I don’t need help, they offer hands They know I’m by myself trying to do what I can’t You can’t mess with the clan, we stay connected like we’re on LAN We protect each other from the heat like trees In formation, we’re like a V like eagles flying free overseas like we won’t land Until life slapped us with its cold hands I was frozen, I couldn’t eat or breathe, I was beat Even on a beach, I was sinking in the sand because it’s not like anyone ever plans defeat That was back when Bailey departed, I was broken-hearted Those times were the hardest when he was who I’d lean on He had me inspired like when Aerosmith sings “Dream On” He lifted me out of the hole I dug myself in He said “Don’t worry about me, just worry about them” And I did Got my own house and let them all stay there like they were my kids Some of the greatest parties happened where we lived Alva got into a fight with his wife, let him stay until it was water under the bridge Now they have two kids and found bliss I wouldn’t be the man I am today without this Guerilla Squad, an ode to the brothers I miss...

[saiiintjoseph]

Cherophobia

My dad taught me that everything that lasts should be first Little did I know that your past would leak fast and all the memories we’ve had are like most of the words we’ve heard In one ear, out the other since birth Love can happen so fast and even worse, it can crash Even faster than you fell The moment I thought we were moving closer was the moment you moved out Now how am I supposed to explain to my family what it was all about You found me with love and left me with doubts I found you in the rain and left you in the clouds It’s like the moment you feel happiness is hazardous It’s like you beat your own heart with hammer fists You could feel whole then erase half of it Because everything good that happens usually becomes tragic I was magic, but the only wizard you know is made of plastic I guess all good things coming to an end is a classic

[saiiintjoseph]

A World of Fantasy

I see you there and grab a piece of your hair, put it behind your ear, watch you smile, then it’s clear. My eyes love that sight so much, they cheer. So what if they see fear. I’m a king in my dreams slaying demons and protecting my team. I can throw thunder from my hands and even my Jordan’s have wings. With you, I’m not a human being. I’m divine, smooth as wine, and what I find when I open my eyes is a world as stale as old pork rinds. All because the only thing that mattered was this life of mine. Like this poem, all about me, never about you. It was like you were shackled by my view, like this make-believe vision of the truth.

[kxnxgfritz]

Send 💓 for a heated kiss

FLASHBACK.

Durante algum tempo, ao longo do relacionamento que ele tinha com Jade, Fritz deu aulas particulares de Química e Física a filhos de ricaços que moravam em Manhattan. Fora uma de suas alternativas para tentar se distanciar daquela vida ilícita que tinha, então, vez ou outra, ele saía de casa às oito da manhã e retornava apenas às onze da noite. Como costumava se alimentar em horários regulares, mas aquele tipo de rotina conseguia desajustá-lo totalmente, às vezes chegava faminto e pensando com seus botões em como teria de pedir algo no delivery -- com suas moedas contadas -- ou ir dormir com fome mesmo.

Como teria sido o caso daquele dia, se não tivesse chegado e se deparado com Jade entretida com algo sobre a bancada de sua cozinha, preparando algo que não parecia ser muito complexo, mas ainda assim, cheirava muito bem.

O coração do alemão se derreteu por alguns segundos e um sorriso iluminou seu rosto enquanto olhava-a de costas. 

“Hey, chica.” Chamou-a, aproximando-se, apenas para que ela percebesse sua presença -- uma vez que ele mesmo tinha o costume de deixar sua porta sem trancar e por isso entrava e saía sem fazer muito barulho. Quando conseguiu a atenção dela, tomou-a gentilmente pela cintura, enroscando uma de suas mãos no pescoço feminino, segurando-a pela lateral para encaixar o resto de seus dedos no maxilar dela, mantendo-a próxima de modo que pudesse beijá-la. Sem pressa, do jeito como realmente era apaixonado pela morena; falar sobre seus sentimentos tendia a ser um problema, mas demonstrá-los, não.

E aquele beijo servia justamente como prova disso.

[conradherschel]

Conrad estava irritado por se encontrar naquela festa. Após comparecer a tantos eventos representando a família Herschel, sua presença começava a se tornar quase automática e o sorriso há muito já não era sincero. No entanto, sabia que não era qualquer um convidado aquela festo, por isso, precisava estar ali. Em raras exceções conseguia aproveitar e se divertir nas festas, porém, na maior parte das vezes, apenas bebia o suficiente para conseguir sobreviver até o final. Por isso, assim que o discurso da anfitriã foi feito, o londrino se esgueirou para o jardim que havia no terraço. Aquele era seu esconderijo particular em todas as festas da Angelina Abigail Johnson, herdeira de uma das 20 famílias mais ricas dos Estados Unidos. Já estava quase aliviado pela solidão que encontraria, quando viu uma mulher em seu refúgio. “O que você está fazendo aqui?”, perguntou com certa rispidez na voz. Estava mais surpreso que alguém tivesse achado aquele lugar do que qualquer outra coisa. @jadez​