Pixievic

Feb 2016

Cat Fiske

I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP

Please consider what I've had to say, c:

Please send repost like and share and comment anything else you think the sight needs since it's growing in great ways. Please share and like if you agree c:

#like #repost #share

Pixievic Feb 2016

Slowly & Steadily

I'm trying to love
Myself

To put me above
The rest
I truly deserve
The best
If I continue hate
Myself
I will forever wait
For love
For someone else
To say
That I've made
Their day
I don't need
This ****
But I'm so used
To it
I fall into
This hole
Where I give up
My soul
The pain
I feel
It's horribly
Real
I'm so insecure
From years
Of not facing
My fears
And being alone
Out here
On my own
Out here
I don't know
Anymore
What you want
Me for
I pick you up
Off the floor
And come back
For more
I don't think
You'll be
Ever here
For me
It's hard to
Know
Should I stay
Or go

So

I'm trying hard
To love
And put
Me
Above

You*

(C) Pixievic 2016

Written for someone who is no longer part of my life - fortunately!

#selflove #selfhate

Pixievic Feb 2016

In Crisis

Can you spare a bit of change mate?
I'm truly am in need
I don't need a fix of powder
Or an ounce of ****
I need a cup of coffee mate
To help my bones get warm
I need a bed for the night
My sleeping bag's all torn

Can you spare a bit of change mate?
Can't you see me here?
I'm sitting right in front of you
Think I can't see you sneer?
I can't afford a bath mate
I can't afford new clothes
It's how the cookie crumbles
That's how the saying goes

Can you spare a bit of change mate?
I didn't stand a chance
My dad - well he's a wrong un
Played my mum a merry dance
And my sisters gone and married
Some bloke who lives down south
And I'm just left alone mate
Living hand to mouth

Can you spare a bit of change mate?
You'll never understand
Until you've lived a day here
Do you think my life was planned?
I served for Queen & Country
Now they've left me here to rot
A product of the system
A statistic to be forgot

Can you spare a bit of change mate?
Don't just walk on by
With your coat pulled up around you
Can't you look me in the eye?
I ain't no thieving **** mate
I'm a person just like you
Can't you lend a hand mate?

Just to help me pull on through

(C) Pixievic 2016

When I'm not writing or making music I work for a homeless charity here in B'ham called Crisis - I teach percussion, & technical theatre, life skills, & build confidence. 'My boys' humble me on a daily basis - this is my tribute to them based on their stories. Homelessness is an increasing problem in Britain but I think it translates across the pond - most of my chaps aren't addicts (although some are) they are educated, intelligent, amazing men who fell through the gaps in the system & are viewed by a lot of people as ****.

#homelessness

Feb 2016

Julie Langlais

Monster in my Bed

Man from the couch
Looking for me
Shrinking my presence
Wishing I could flee

No place to hide
Hearing his footsteps
Looking for pleasure
In the form of ***

There’s a horrible monster
Outside my door
Always circling
Coming back for more

A haunting game
Of procrastination
Every slight noise probes
My ears with vibration

Peeking out the
Side of my eye
As the doorknob turns slowly
Inching open - I die

His mouth opens wider
Releasing shadows of fear
Dripping his venom
Whispers I barely hear

My littlest brother asleep
On the top bunk.
This man has no shame
As he shows me his junk.

I inquire after my mother
He's roaming towards me.
He murmurs his shhh!
"We can not wake her."

My head is spinning
As he denies my plea
He's just come to expect
He can steal this from me

The smell of burnt plastic
Wanders around him
I'm feeling cryptic
As my light starts to dim

He lies heavy on top
Of my tiny frame
It's become automatic
Like writing my name

Clumps in my throat
Prevent me from gulping
I can’t seem to inhale
His body hammering

I close my eyes so I can sail
Back to my unconscious
Disconnecting this moment
In my black empty space

© Jl 2016
© Pixievic 2016

A collaboration with Pixievic. United in our shared memories & parallel experiences using words to heal.

#pain #sadness #abuse #hurt #innocence #monster #**** #stolen #collaboration #childabuse