
Something New By Zachary PickardSomething NewSomething New By Zachary Pickard by ~zpickard
By Zachary Pickard
Leave them to sleep.
Keep coming for beneath,
all those shattered dreams, and winding feats,
of miserable beings, of habit complete.
Wonder will they, leave me astray
carry on, nothings okay.
But the lie that tells you so,
is convincing, and it will uphold.
Cold, dark, the edges of my soul,
wondering if this is alone, or simple what it is to feel unknown.
Not unknown to the people around,
but to the people that look in, and glance around.
Strange is the rush to let someone in,
only to not know, to wonder where to begin.
Harsh tales of wonders past,
or the opening and pouring of that first glass.
Wishful

Internal GrowthBy Zachary PickardInternal GrowthInternal GrowthBy Zachary Pickard by ~zpickard
By Zachary Pickard
Interpretation is just another form of expression.
Intention is life's reflection upon where we want to go.
Things we cannot know, and things we dare not say
Things that would only cause those not strong to stray
Wishes come at unlikely times
Dreams are what bring us to life.
In time inspiration is a friend, and friendly advice is a fiend.
It may be looked upon a mean, or simple minded,
but one cannot be confounded to the ideals of other their whole life
we must and may take with strides,
with leaps and bonds, as we watch everything around,
with an intent eye we see what they mind wishes us to see.
Inspi

Unnamed Song of Unforgettable TruthUnnamed Song of Unforgettable TruthUnnamed Song of Unforgettable Truth by ~zpickard
By Zachary Pickard
cursed to wonder this world alone
tried before, and failed yet still
but does this curse belong to the world, who those who which it fills?
try as can be tried, and then wonder why
world alone with a secret inside
a lie no one will tell,
you'll find some one eventually,
only time will tell.
welcoming and distraught
nothing learned and nothing taught.
waste away into the night
as the soul sips on its wonder and fright
days dwindle still
and decrease as they pass
wondering how much longer this life will last
increase the pressure, and relieve the skill
take away the power and will
nothi

A Prick Is All It Takes By Zachary PickardA Prick Is All It TakesA Prick Is All It Takes By Zachary Pickard by ~zpickard
By Zachary Pickard
Soul gets pricked,
blood runs down,
don't know if that is possible,
for the soul to bleed so much,
but it doesn't seem to effect the way emotions work
but the bleeding is like any other area of known body,
it bleeds slowly, dripping down a unscaved skin,
until you feel the effect take its toll.
blood will continue to drip,
and the heartbeat will begin to slip
irregular beats will make you swing
upon your feet, time seems to slip away
memories flash before your eyes
think back to all those time
before whats left in front of you now.
It continues to flow, and you fall to your knees,
in your mind you