Outside it’s snowing but my insides are warm
Thanks to the whisky I shouldn’t be drinking
It sits on the counter and whispers my name
Seductively disturbing my pattern of thinking

I puff on my cigarette and stare at the ceiling
And reflect on the ways my life has gone wrong
As I carelessly poison my body with vices
Dosing myself until it’s all gone

Sometimes I wonder why I don’t care
About much at all, really, it’s almost a shame
That after all the time that has come and gone
Not a single thing has changed

My parents always gave me enough rope
To hang myself
And that alone kept me
From crafting a noose
But you
Gave me enough rope to hang
The both of us
And that, my dear
Is all the more enticing

In my dreams I'm angry
Only to awaken
To another situation
That I don't want to be in
It's complicated
I tell them
When they ask me the questions
That I don't want to answer
Maybe
This is good for me
Maybe it's all going to be
Okay in the long run
I do have faith
But for now
I choose to run
From my problems,
too troubled to solve them
At the moment
It's more than one component
In the potion
That is poisoning my soul
I am out of control
But I like it
Because while I am spinning recklessly
I have control of the velocity
And that is what exhilarates me
So why fight it?

It’s a ****** kind of thing,* she said
“What is?” he asked
Not feeling.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest
“Do you feel that?”
Well, yes.
She could feel him and he felt for her,
And in that moment
it was all she needed.

A man once came up to me
He grabbed me by the arms
And he shook me,
shouting,

"LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL! CAN'T YOU SEE IT?
You are part of something so wonderful!
You are a gift and you were given a gift.
And don't you ever, ever forget it."

As I looked at him in astonishment,
He simply smiled and off he went.

Time does not exist,
Yet timing can mean
                         everything.

What does this mean?
I insist, please explain,
How a tic of a seemingly insubstantial second
Decides the fate of everyone in question?

It’s a breathtakingly beautiful mystery
Whether time is
     for
             or against
me
In this unfathomable paradox we blindly believe

Hello, kind stranger
Could you spare me a few words?
You know nothing about me
But you know that I hurt
It’s comforting, knowing you care
It’s seemed to restore my sense of hope
Knowing that there is someone out there
With no precedent, no hint of my story
No opinions and not a flake of judgment
Just a genuine passerby that affects you immensely