Michael Pick

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Time

Not quite eighteen so time's still a lot
But not quite sure how I'll use it
Should I spend what I have as I keep going
Or take from the past and put it forward
I think too much and maybe
I laugh too little but
Time has told me to plan ahead
Several months have aged me beyond what I was
Seeing things now for what they are
Instead of what I want

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Saturday's Serenade

Tracing older memories with fingertips on pillows
Staring at the thought of her and refusing just to let go
Of eyes that could pierce any wall of clouds
And hands that could mould the life of a star
You remind me each time that we speak
That not everything has to go away
I'll always see the same old things
And that's what you bring to me

Memories will peek out from underneath of covers
Gazing at the time that's passed
And this is what you remind me of
Singular thoughts will never be foreboding
Staring at the blanket sky
Laying outside alone for once
Each light described just who you are
Each star helped build your constellation

Carving names in the side of trees
Running old movies in my head
The imbalance in all of nature was
That you and I weren't there
An empty patch of grass was left
And there it sat all alone
Each blade of grass held memories
A thousand moments to not remove

Hmmmmm. I don't know if I like this one.

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Removal of Enemy Times

Reckless abandon carrying souls
To let go of the past, to just move forward
History is that, it's simply time passed
So remove all thoughts, remove the amassed
Let go of your problems and serenity's made
Now focus at once on the life that you lead
There's nothing to miss and nothing to change
You can't get time but you can find a new place
Set out, explore, and even engage
And your heart will trace the boundaries you make

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Untitled

As I sit down to think
I slowly close my eyes
To feel it flow openly
It's been a little while
But it hasn't been easy
I'm going out of my mind
It was so good for my body
To let the air ******* blood
So why count the days since
I can't use angry thoughts
They can't help me abstain
From making dark red blots

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

To me this is normal
So what's with all the drama
Can't you let me do this
Stop forcing help like cough drops
Medicine's no answer
It's simply not a sickness
Scars will just scab over
Are your glasses so tinted
Let me deal with myself
And you go do your own stuff
Stop playing with my health
I mean, I'm still alive

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

Not a mental condition
It's not what you're thinking
No mental remission
Just a lack of a feeling
I simply don't care
For friends that are leaving
I don't even need them
Just less reason for me to bleed
A global indifference
That's not new to me
It causes no problems
But I can't seem to dream

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

yuck

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Help

I heard your voice call out
It was so faint
And it wanted help
With the problems it brought

Almost an echo
But still just a thought
You know what you need
Oh, you know what you've got

And they don't seem to work
No, they don't match up
So I can't help you there
But you can't give up

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Rage

Some days, I know who I am
And I know what I see
When I could feel the table
And then I know what is real
But it's gone in a flash
I become a parallel
There's an identity intact
But of who, I just can't tell
Because it's just not me
I become someone else
Sadness becomes anger
And I lose all control
Do you know what it's like
To create your own hell

But it's almost something else
To feel such emotion
To forgo all your senses
And just lose all yourself
For a moment, you're engrossed
You can hear it like a sound
You can watch it as it grows
To harness something real
But could you control it
And prevent from lashing out
Or would you struggle
And simply just explode
Emotions are a force
But would your grip truly hold

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Captivity of Ideas

I just can't think straight
There's nothing to write
I know I wasn't great
But something's gotta give
My hands just won't move
Like my brain's feeling thin
But that's no excuse
I need something new

Blah. Slowly been running out of ANY ideas.