HeyJaredOne Soul's Journey
A collection of thoughts, poems, songs/ lyrics and short stories written by me. Journaling my journey creatively, fulfilling a promise to myself at the ending chapter of my life. I am not monetized; an act of kindness is all I ask you do for someone else
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- Aug 23, 2026
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Along the Still Waters (opens the original)
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Words flow across the page, representing my footsteps, captured in print. A trail of my life's achievements, my failures and the battles I fought. A remembrance of observations; a ledger of my progression- emotionally- intellectually and spiritually.A content creator, I am not.My words, no matter their form, originate from experiences felt. Their value was worthy of the page because I have lived them. Their worth to society is dependent on another's ability to see or feel a part of themselves in
Grief (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAn unwanted guest apologetically demands a part, of the heart leaving memories vulnerable while battered upon the floor Peace is offered, yet grief is in contempt- begging in anger, scalding the soul as it vents Screams of anguish, striking in waves The depth of love- the seed of the pain Wrapped in stillness, fueled by rage broken... the dreams now seem, dreamt no more Looking for signs, praying they're... okay knowing they
For What It's Worth (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI couldn't care less about worth For value is where I take my stand Independent of supply and demand Value measured by depths Of tears I cry Treasures buried within one's chest Flutter in moments memorialized Begging to be released Suffocated beneath Expectations What is it worth Death does not discriminate It comes for you and for me The bottom-line does not negate one's dignity For what it's worth A soul is valued in their
The Empty Chair (opens the original)
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Until We Meet Again (opens the original)
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