And it needs to stop.

Groundhog Day was hell, and I’m over it.

It is what you want, but it’s enough.

It’s been an eternity in an hourglass made of the molten substance within,

And timing it off is not possible.

You know it, they frame it, you lose it, you win it,

And so sorry but I really seem to need it,

And that’s when it’s broken.

That as I draw near,

He listens to words,

Despite rather dear,

And hold me at bay,

On shores and on cliffs,

Of things that I’ve lost,

And rather quite miss,

But change is ahead,

A future anew,

Something we’ve said,

Started again, a spark or a glimmer,

Of this thing up top,

And with any luck,

It says it will stop,

The pain and the worry,

The stress and the smoke,

The restless nights and the panic,

And all the unspoken,

But for a time,

I have yet to ponder,

If life is just coasting,

Along as I wander,

Through twists and the turns,

Of wind and the noise,

I know it’s a signal,

To just keep my poise,

But hey that’s just me,

A guy with a rhyme,

A place to sit down,

And memorize lines,

Of all that I’ve written,

And though I forgot,

It takes more than a ring,

A gift or store bought,

And I am okay, here and again,

But truly you know,

It’s boring again,

To say that I know it,

Inside or out,

In simplest of words,

It’s just a mere doubt,

And granted Lord knows,

I likely owe more,

It’s one step at a time,

And keeping up with the chores,

And washing and cleaning,

The phone calls and emails,

The texts and the news,

And with all these fails,

But each one is a mercy,

If you learn more each time,

I figure it’s perfect,

If I stop at this line.

Maybe if I write a little text,

A little piece of art,

I relax and unwind my soul,

From a dreary day and night.

I hope you are still patient,

And though seemingly not going,

Over anything but bye,

As I forever try,

I say I’ll be okay,

I have yet a little faith,

That everything’s ok.

I made it out quite safe.

I’m not just all the smoke,

And I have feelings too,

I listen to your words,

And contemplate I do,

Sometimes I don’t respond,

As quickly as you’d like,

But sometimes I’m so patient,

It’s like I rode a bike,

Upon two training wheels,

And then an auto too,

And so I say you’re over,

It’s nothing you can do.

Maybe more that us,

That one invisible friend,

Is something in the words,

That I have yet to learn,

And I know it pisses you off,

That I have stopped the rhyme,

You know it still makes sense,

So I did it one more time.

My luck seems to be,

That everytime it’s me,

I have another reason,

to see the truth indeed,

and though I’m the one

That has to be the one,

It seems it’s never you,

And that it’s never true.

So what do I do?

It’s like a bloody curse,

And a theme indeed,

That writing it in circles,

Is like it’s super seed,

And yet I guess I know

I’m saying nothing really at all,

It sounds like it still works,

In some other trusted line,

And yet I can’t say it all,
Or write it yet indeed,

I know that it is there,

In somewhere that we see,

And though I have no clue,

I’m saying it again,

It’s not all about me,

It’s written in the pen.

a tiny sigh of relief

one that bothered me for ages

one that kept me up at night

and one that turned the pages

i know a sign is nothing significant

but yet what it could be

that someone here is thought aloud

and someone he could be

It’s hello without staying

It’s the time you walked right by

It’s the time you gave me three or four words

Without stopping to ask

It’s the time you asked me to help you

With out anything in return

Its the time you tortured and abused me

Without letting me inside

It’s the time you resorted to hell wind

And times you unsaid

And times that you taunted

All the times that I’m in bed

It’s the time you would ask me

What I would rather have

when I want nothing to give you

And nothing is bad

But hey my mind is still here is it

You think I feel fine

I think you’ve caused this

One too many times

I see that the chord

Of a microscopic view

Is a silence in a half

Of timing for you

And maybe we faught

Alone at the bar

And maybe I didn’t

Complain from afar

but maybe I did when I thought it inside

When I just want a place now

That’s safe to reside

Honest God, it’s hard.
I didn’t ask for strife,
just a wife, or a life,
or a map that didn’t fold in on itself.
Geo geo geo —
the chant of the lost coordinates.
I want my 20s back,
but even that’s a camouflaged echo.
So I stay abrife,
not of hell, but of holding on.

Card Name: The Never That Built Its Own Rhythm 
Caption: 
> I’m never breaking. 
> Never saving. 
> Never taking. 
> Antiquaking. 
> Never shaking. 
> Lost awaking. 
> Mucho grating. 
> Contemplating. 
> 
> I am the pulse that refused to flatten. 
> The rhythm that didn’t ask to be danced. 
> The boy who spoke in ricochet and rhyme, 
> And made his own language of survival.

It’s a mysterious voice. And it might be mine.

Always when you need it to line up

It just seems I fall apart

I’m holding on to little hope

But truthfully why do I have to tire

My body some days doesn’t feel mine

And I need to be multiple places at once

When both seem like the wrong decision

I can’t even see where I am

And perfect, it gets a help,

By taking it from my soul, when I don’t want to I have to give

Two days at a time

And one more trouble

Why is this feeling still here

The one where I can’t go when I need to

Jesus take the timer off my life

I’m sorry but it just feels like

I can’t see that I can’t find

My answer

Maybe it’s that the answer is the question,

The remark and hidden word,

The meaning to all of this,

Even if it seems rather absurd,

But ok I’m a rider,

Of a coast and rapid tune,

But hey it’s fair and worthy,

To choose to sing and woon.

And though I know I’m there,

Wherever we may be,

The guy instead still steadies,

Aches and sometimes readies,

For battles of a mind,

Of crimson, gold and white,

And okay if you’re spying,

I guess I mind alright 😜