You don’t always do your job well
Even though you were designed for it
Both lack of and intense effort
Have gone into how you store it
Transport it
Hide it

You hold happiness and sadness
Anger and anxiety
Even when you break down
Everyone looks to you for safety

No matter how long I live
I don’t think I’ll see the death of you
Even though I want to

I will hide
Inside the
Tide and leave
When I can
Grieve my loss
Become one
With the moss

Should I sail
Plan to win
Prevail and
Be ok so
Life proceeds
On without
Needing me

You study for it
Stay up all night for it
Write until your fingers bleed for it
Read about it
Think all the time about it
Talk to everyone in your life about it
Get tools to fix it
Start habits to fix it
Do everything you can to fix it
Get advice from people
Try to learn from people
Hear the same old ******* from people
Work on yourself
Be ******* yourself
Let everyone put their problems on yourself
Help everyone else
Please everyone else
Only let your schedule be for everyone else
Show your emotions
Fail to hide your emotions
Let every small thing control your emotions
Try to live your life
Wonder if it’s your life
Question if you have any control over your life

And definitely don’t plan endings well

Something we trust
So much
There's no telling what
This feeling in our gut
Means anymore
So much fake lore
Littered like plastic
No way to match it
Washed on every beach
Cooked into every feast
Burned into our skin
A sick new fashion
To oppress the oppressed
We can fix this mess
Stop going to mass
Get your head out of your ***
Experience something real
Help so others can heal
Because you won't understand
Never comprehend
But those sick *****
Are nothing but cucks
You don't need to be the same
Recognize who's to blame

Neuron pathways build and vanish
Supposedly to ensure survival
They always leave me famished
For a new kind of revival

Why do they cast out new ideas?
Keeping overthinking and anxiety?
If change can happen to Pangea
Please let it happen to me

Not what I have worked so hard for
Not the things I have said or done
Just this horrible gut feeling before
I stare too long at the blazing sun

I want to turn back time
I want to turn back
I want to turn
I want to
I want
I
I need
I need to
I need to find
I need to find an
I need to find an answer

We were both only human
We were both only
We were both
We were
We
We had
We had something
We had something then

You were in the wrong
You were in the
You were in
You were
You
I
I was
I was in
I was in the
I was in the wrong

Someday the reasons might be dug up
From the mess we made
But if it never is, I’ll still grab the *****

Groundhogs day
2006-2024
These lines run parallel within inches
Or centimeters or
These poems reflect the past
Never ending never changing
Just shifted formats to show
The process I call aging
Lost context and definitions
Artistic expression turned wrong
Never created anything meaningful
No point in it all along
Focus on a feeling or emotion
Felt thousands of times before
These lines run parallel within centimeters
Or millimeters or
Give detail to one thing
Neglect any nuance
Forget complexity
Identify as a savant
Groundhogs day
2006-2024
My life runs parallel within millimeters
Changing nevermore