Where Are You, Tobinsco?

You always had a way of fading,

Not out of spite, not for evading

Just a ghost in digital air,

Here today, gone who knows where.

We joked about your silent streak,

The missed replies, the once-a-week.

But even then, your soul was loud

In every beat, you drew a crowd.

Your music spoke when you did not,

Notes and bars, your every thought.

A voice that soared, raw and pure,

With dreams too wild for maps to secure.

But now, it’s been a year or more,

No “yo,” no track, no metaphor.

No late-night call, no one-line joke,

Just memories, and songs you spoke.

Where are you, Tobi? Where’d you go?

The world still turns, but we don’t know.

Did life get heavy? Did dreams collapse?

Or did you find peace in a quieter path?

We’re not mad, just missing you,

Your chaos, charm, your point of view.

The inbox stays unread, untouched,

But still, we hope it’s not too much.

So if somehow you see or hear,

Know we remember, we still care.

The silence speaks, but still we pray,

That Tobinsco finds his way.

To Betty, With Love I Never Saw Coming

 

Once we laughed with hearts unchained,
As friends who thought love had been explained
But time, in silence, wrote a twist,
And now it's you I deeply miss.

Betty, your name
Rings like poetry inside my frame.
A melody I didn't mean to learn,
Yet now it's all for you I yearn.

I never planned to fall this way,
It crept in slow, then swept my day.
From shared glances to quiet grace,
I found my home in your embrace.

You were a friend, the truest kind,
But now you're rooted in my mind
Not as before, but something new,
A flame of love I never knew.

I don’t expect the world to shift,
Just hope these words, like breeze, might lift
The weight of all I never said,
And dreams of you that fill my head.

If ever there’s a chance to be,
More than what the past could see
I’d hold your hand, no longer hide,
With love that’s grown from deep inside.

7:56AM

We wake each day with a smile that shields the pain,
Hiding truth behind the masks we wear, again and again.
From those who think we owe them every why and how,
As we stumble through the silence, they still expect us to somehow

Narrate the chaos in our chests,
While we're just trying to catch our breath.
Fighting battles deep inside,
Barely staying afloat, but still we hide.

We chase their standards, play their game,
While life consumes us all the same.
At the end, it feels we’re falling short,
That we’re not enough in their report.

And so they grow cold, they misread our stance
Thinking we don’t care, we missed our chance.
But this lonely road we’ve come to know
Has oddly become our safest home.

Because this world asks for more than we can give:
To rise, to shine, to strive, to live.
To impact loved ones, to please the crowd,
To match demands that scream too loud.

Expectations that never match our own,
Realities we face when we’re alone.
Yet we bend and twist just to belong,
Hoping not to be labeled wrong.

Then comes silence
And the bond we held dissolves like mist,
Fading to an abstract nothingness that we can’t resist.

And here I am,
Like many more
Surrounded by yellow buses, concrete floors.
Marching like a ghost in this endless city stream,
Chasing 2k in a 7:56 dream.