PastWords will always run through your head.Past by zpickard
Time will always move forward.
Sometimes the thoughts bring you joy,
Sometimes they simply serve to annoy.
Always entering your mind at the wrong time.
With thoughts we all work through,
Some start to wonder if the mind is gone.
Lost in the sea of the beyond?
Under the mountain that towers high?
In the skies that turn black as you run?
What has my mind become,
Where has it gone?
What happens when you lose it,
Is it gone forever or can you find it again?
Mines been gone for a long time,
And it seems to keep getting further.
While we make strides forward,
As soon as we enter into the place of unknown and fear,
Does it disappear only in the times when you need it the most?
So far and beyond we have these thoughts running through our mind,
But at the end of the day,
The question remains,
Can we leave the past behind?
Truly AloneShaken by the silence.Truly Alone by zpickard
The first day I haven't had someone here.
Quiet, quieter then it is has felt in a long time.
But yet I do not feel alone.
Summoned by silence,
But chosen to listen.
What might it mean,
Or is it rather a time of peace?
Unknown to me,
I shall wait and see.
For silence is a time of unknowing,
And a time to begin the thought that trails along.
Much wonders through my mind,
And yet there seems as though there might not be enough time.
Day in and day out of the same routine.
Still at the end of the day,
Wondering what it all means.
Some of those close have wondered on,
Some still here,
Wondering when the next song shall leave my lips,
Some motivated by fools and tricks.
Others are here to see where things go,
Some here because they are more then they know.
While others still hope for a long lasting chance,
Coming along with highest of stance.
But none are here now,
While the silence draws near,
But to be clear,
I am never alone.
Always my God,
And or some
Tick TockTick Tock,Tick Tock by zpickard
The time seems to never end.
Wondering, waiting, failing to find comfort again.
Never was an optimist,
Never saw the point.
But given it a try,
Its clear I chose poorly.
All to hopefully,
In a once upon a time,
In a happy ending story.
Though it seems when life gives you lemons,
It slices them open, spraying the pain in your face.
Reminding you that your attempt was full of disgrace.
Your eyes will burn,
You'll drop to your knees.
You'll ask you self why did you fail again,
My goodness, for once let me win in this scenario of life.
Though my hopes are all to far away,
I suppose a dream they will stay.
Because while it is assumed there is much time left,
An abundant time to find her again,
She will remain a dream, a hope long since past,
But Tick Tock goes the clock,
Reminding me of all the time that has already passed.
Not long left, what is there left to say.
For we know where you are bound to stay.
HazeHazy,Haze by zpickard
Wondering too much,
Wondering what went wrong..
Uncontrollable tears rush down,
Due to drown in the my own pain.
Fading as the smoke surrounds all empty space,
Just to forget your face...
Only for a moment in time does anything change...
But is it really change, or just the inability to remember?
The memories are ingrained in my head like ink on skin.
Broken beneath to remember something beautiful within.
Nothing works to get the image of you gone,
With the ever lingering thought, all is lost in the one truly needed.
Feeding this lie that the right choice was made,
but now too late as the lights begin to fade..
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
|I am a beginning artist. I am not doing anything special or terrific at the moment, but I am working towards it. I am a self taught artist. If I become a good artist I hope to be able to use paints, ink, pencil, charcoal, and airbrushing.|