Slipping Through Time

ive had these 3 poems floating around inside my computer, youve all seen them before, in pieces as the devlopted. when ever i visited them the tended to gobble up lines from my works around them. after about 5 years of growing i lined these 3 monsters up and noticed they tell one story in 3 chapters. for the first time ever. here they are in order, as one being as they wanted. and hopefully it has reached adulthood here. the last change i want to do with them is put them into poster of selfportraits.

Slipping Through Time

By:

Xavier Armand

intoxication

the sound of this
brings me back to that time
when you smelled so good
and the sight of you
was so soft to feel
only if i could taste your bliss again

The Sweet Used To Be…

The sun was warm
The breeze, cool
The day, long
And the nights, longer

And time is here to push us along
And the only things that change
Are the things you always wanted
To remain the same
Something from the past is gone.

We never see things changing
We only see them ending
Still everything changes
As everything must
What is yesterday
But a memory that will fade.
Tell me, what is left to keep,
If time is on our side?
What happened to the sweet used to be?

There is so much to be said
But my mind is empty
It is all past me now
Just dark shadows
Somewhere in my memory
Will you remember as I do?
Will you remember, for me,
That which I cannot recall?
Keep holding on when
Everything from the past is gone.

We never see things changing
We only see them ending
Still everything changes
As everything must
What is yesterday?
But a memory that will fade.
Tell me, what is left to keep,
If time is on our side?
What happened to the sweet used to be?

Residing on what was
I am stuck in the past
Never forgetting, and never living on
What is there to look forward too
Now that I have seen what
Tomorrow has to offer?

Where are all those sweet dreams you promised me?
I cannot live this nightmare any longer.

Tomorrow

My past is changing
My scars remain
My scars remind me
That my past is real
No longer
No longer do they sting
They no longer bring hate

Each cut is a story
Something I felt along the way
Sometimes I’m not sure if I still feel
Remembering I sink

Should I turn around?
Where’s the rain?
Where’s my pain?
Could I sing that song again?
Tomorrow is here
Why should I care?

Missing it
I dance and reel on top of my past
Flying and spinning, on tiptoe,
Hoping to fall into
A past I don’t think I could feel again
Wanting so deeply
Wishing so silently

Dark dreams and misery
Loneliness and fear
Blissfully unaware

I feel like I’m just sitting still
And time is all around
Twirling and whirling
And taking from me

I wish I were still blinded by life
That faceless fool I can never be again
Sometime I do want to be like you

Like a monkey with a wound
I can’t stop pawing at my past
Always pulling it back to me
I don’t want to leave any part of it behind

Could I sing that song again?
The answers have healed into my scars
Hiding within me
I’m wanting
I’m waiting
To open that day again

Tomorrow is here
Remembering the rain
The pain
Should I turn around?
Misery and despair
Sing again
Should I turn around?
Tomorrow is here
Wanting
Wishing
Waiting
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is here…

CLARITY
I have no real story to tell
About myself
I just wander, lost
Like everyone, I guess

I have
No beginning that I care to remember
And no ending that I can yet foretell

And between my arrival and now
I have
Walked, weakly, as far as I can
Seen some shit
Laughed a little
Cried a lot
Picked up some baggage
Faded a bit
Carried on when, I just wanted to fall
Lost control, however, and
I’m not sure how
I’m still here
My past, ever on my heels
Past unconditional

People come
And people go
Just like dreams
Just like desires
Good times shine
Depression smothers
And still we breath
We don’t belong
And still we’re here

So make the best of it and smile
We all need more but in the end
It all goes away, so for now
At least we have each other
At least every now and then
Nobody really knows anything for sure
So don’t pretend to have it all
Pick up your own truths, along the way
And fulfill them for you and you alone
It takes all kinds
You are who you are
I am what I am today

As a drifter, I feel complete
When I am still and alone
A light surrounds me
Misty green and blue
With soft smooth sounds
In these moments
I know I’ll be okay

I’m not sure how I’ve done it
When I see all this as
Meaningless
All my miracles through all my miles
Meaningless
It’s all subjective
And I’m not always sure
What my reality is

I just need some
Clarity

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