Michael Pick

Michael Pick Mar 2013

I'd forgotten for a little while
But it's hard not to miss
The simpleness and little things
Like the moments when we had kissed
It wasn't long and you were gone
But swing sets and certain songs
Remind me about who we are
And where we were right then
And if the best of days could be named
Then surely they'd be after you

Michael Pick Mar 2013

Untitled

There's a hole left in the sky
All because you're gone
Constellations have exploded
You've left the universe in parts
And loneliness collapses suns
But I wonder what it'd do
Instead, all to a son of man
When his sky's no longer blue

More blaaaahs! Just writing to write.

Michael Pick Mar 2013

Shake n Break

We've reduced ourselves to
Heart shakes and hand breaks
I mean;
We're all reduced to
Hand shakes and heart breaks

idk

Michael Pick Mar 2013

Patterns

It feels like I've lost perception of time
Almost like when I went away
So did everything
And at first
Sure, it was great
I felt loose, free, almost like
A heavy burden was lifted from me
But slowly I'm lethargic
And my body can't fix what it
Can't feel
I must confront fears
That I'm getting better where better
Is a subjective field
A subjective meal
For the heart
Emotions eaten away
And I still care for you
But not the same
So in the grande scheme of things
What matters now, when
We live, we die, in predetermined
Patterns

Eyy, one that doesn't reflect how I feel. Maybe that's why I don't like it.

Michael Pick Mar 2013

Success is Measured in Gallons

I have scars and yeah
They all have their stories
Written scripts to heavy plays
With plot lines I can't share yet
So my mind's like an
Alberta rainy day
A longer expanse like a
Damp plateau or plain
Emotional highs are climbing like
A mountain range ready to drop from
This complex to extremes
But we can have happy moments
Without really being there
We all have our issues
And we work just to clear air
We all deal with them ourselves
Always in different ways
What's yours isn't mine, with
The dealings that words couldn't say
Like the heart's a grenade and
The pin can be a million subtle things
And the only broken heart I've had was
My fault with all my hopes and dreams
With built up emotions when I spared
Myself no lack of idealism
And if they say that drunk words
Are really just sober thoughts
Then in this life there's no place for
An inebriated heart
And while there's bruises on my back
From leaving problems out behind
I wouldn't accept any less than
Your scars and story lines
Because we're one of a kind with
The way that our mind would
Work through the times
And through writing and music
With George Watsky super verses
I've found my singular disability is
Over-thinking where my place is
But it's about time now
Where I'd work up to let go
'Cause I'm the only one to let down
When success is measured in gallons
So I put down the jugs and then
Expectations are the only
Exponential problems
And I know that I'll be fine

I like a lot of parts and hate other parts, but I think it sounds good when I say it, so I'm happy. First attempt at a new-ish style.

Michael Pick Mar 2013

Untitled

Eleven thousand years weighted heavy on his soul
The ancestor spirits keeping touch with the boy
As a protector, a stronger, of a world so cold
An angel by all rights, hidden far from his home
A runaway by nature, wanting to see better things
Paradise forever wasn't among his list of dreams
Wings open, eyes wide, casting out across the Earth
Hands would touch soil of bases, second, first
Each new sight, discovery of a different life
Imagining how he'd nurture, or maybe even fight
A strong athlete, a great warrior, or a guiding light
No possibility could escape his grasp, his sight
The stories in these books and movies brought him hope
Maybe one day, he could aspire to become a greater proof
That his life is a journey, a story to be told
But for now, he'll cradle fables deep inside his room

Michael Pick Feb 2013

Fault Line (This is long, and rantish)

To say what I want to say
And not sound sad, or crazed
I'd seem for sure suicidal
It's an issue that leaves me misplaced
How can I say how much I hate
And the little I love
Without trying to say that the
World that I know holds such disdain
I can say at least, I'm content
I miss the blisters though
And the rips and sores
I was kept healthy by a body that
I had created war torn
It was no cry for help
All it was, was for me
It was just releasing what I felt

But yet it made me live in fear
Not of me, or myself
But for the stigma it made
And the offers of help
The grief in the family and
The friends who couldn't bear it
They all made me embarrassed
And I felt so weak in return
How could I contract a disease
This disease of the meek
I couldn't bare my arms so
Sleeves became my brothers
Then the breakdowns came
Once scars were seen by others
And then the collapse was complete
Disaster from problem from nothing

I was forced off of it
By claims I was addicted
Like a razor blade was a drug
And there were reasons that I needed it
And I get your point of view
But you won't ever know mine
'Cause nobody our age ever
Did this in the older times
Like **** man, it's such a shame
Your buddy there cut himself, yet again
And I've been waiting for the okay
That I know I'll never get
'Cause it's off the table
To exchange pain for pain
But maybe here's some pills
C'mon, kid, they could make you change

'Cause it's a chemical imbalance
And we've discovered a fix
So just get your fix
With a swallow and a twist
Never mind the bands that help you
Or the poems that know you
This isn't how God had made you
So clearly the devil sought you out
And I know you won't **** yourself but
It helps if I think that way
So it's a compulsion, not a want
It's just something I won't allow
I'd be disappointed if you sliced again
This isn't why the body was meant
Tell me what we need to mend
I'll pull you off my designated ledge

I'm not imagining things, I swear
Look darling, you're off the deep end here
But wait, what could you do
I decided to stop and I did it all for you
If I picked up again
You'd say all the same old things
But you can't really stop me
Or at least, I believe
Sacrifice my frame of mind
Just for everyone else
I'm so sick and tired though
Of you questioning mental health
You could sit back and accept it
For whatever it's become
'Cause I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

If anybody stuck with this, I know it's not too great, and I know it's EXTREMELY long, but it's just a bunch of stuff I had to throw out there. Might be a bit rantish or whining or whatever, but I have to let loose. Please don't judge..