seconds minutes hours days weeks months years

I've been lost in thought
and forgot to remember
that this sentence needs finishing
so that a point can be made
and my mind can rest easily
but thinking is not doing is not easy is not simple
and I'm stuck wondering where
they've all gone

it came to my attention
that you haven't made an effort
and for the past three days
the years have turned into minutes
and the summer has snapped back into reality
only to laugh in my face at the time I'm wasting
wrapped up in my thoughts

with only weeks made of days left of being held captive
before I'm sent back to my freedom
that only results in screaming and tearing out my hair
I'm trying to make the most of whatever time I have left
but when that time left is so short
I must abandon all of my high class hopes of being a lady
and revert to my old habit of
getting fucked before getting fucked over
and you're just like the rest

with words forming bullets and claiming my life
I must put down my thoughts for the evening
so I can accomplish a good nights sleep
so that I might return to a town for the sole purpose of seeing
you play pretend
while I make believe
you'd only speak the truth

making up for lost time

it's been three years
since your hasty disappearance from the scene
your skateboard lay broken by the side of the road
and I never got a straight answer
so I learned to forget about the years I spent
wishing for us

now you're back with vengeance
making sure I remember you
because you're sure you made a mistake
that you'll never make again
and I'll think your name and there you'll be
waiting for my return
a reminder of what is to come

so you've reclaimed your old stomping grounds
pacing the halls of my mind
popping up in the most inappropriate of places
and telling me exactly what I want to hear
because you've become my sure thing
and I'm surprisingly fine with your plans
knowing we'll be using each other
for the past three years alone

fortune teller

welcome to the city 

of rain and lightning 

bouncing of the backs of 

ocean tides and windy lakes

miles from bad memories

where the very air is telling you to

"start over"

"these are your people"

and

"this is it"

could you have possibly made your way home

by way of leaving everything you've ever known?

"all signs point to yes"

lung cancer

dearest
you've gone off the deep end again
you're drowning in your own attempts to be someone you're not
and I'm not here to play lifeguard
when I've got a closet full of my own skeletons to let loose
you don't like reminding me of those
for fear that you won't be the troubled one anymore
so you've stopped screaming to be saved
as either a (silent) call for help
or a total surrender to this way of life
where two hits of E take you much higher on a daily basis
and you have the nerve to preach about right and wrong
while your friends lecture me about music and philosophy
I hope they make you feel important
you've retired for the evening
but I'll stay up watching and learning
about this new way of life
these new people you've chosen to protect
these people in military jackets and bandannas
spouting slang from around the world
I could never be one of them
I could never be one of them
I repeat to myself in the back of my mind
bumming american spirits
because my menthols won't cut it
you scream from the bedroom
about love and hate and everything in between
and when the morning finally dawns
you've forgotten what you were going to do with yourself
and you leave without noticing
that I'm already gone.