#cheerleader
An encouragement from across the sea
Inspires my mind creatively
(C) Pixievic 2016
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
have i ever told you how your music sounds
-on soft sunday september mornings?
my apologies.
i imagine the world wakes up,
and expects there to be soft frost on the windows.
in reality, the leaves have barely begun to turn sunset colored.
we play soft jazz, something like, and waltz around the room.
we wrap our hair above our heads,
watching it droop ever so slightly until it’s puff is silken soft and messy.
and wait, until it comes time to run to school,
in those sweaters and jackets, to feel so a part of life,
jumping and dancing on cold aluminum bleachers.
the strangest thing is that i feel so close to you
-we can become the girls of dances and games and skates,
highschool sweethearts.
idly, i wonder if this strange sunday september morning
has made me wonder this,
because the music that plays in my ears seems to say yes.
it’s an ode to these girls of legend, the ones we define our lives by,
come together to watch, and slowly,
dance to the music and twirl.
also, did i mention, it’s a little dark,
because those sun rays i used to so love have truly run out and become outdated,
and the music becomes slower and turns into bright friday night lights in the dark.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
a rootin'
rowdy eye
Indian toeing
sundance in
democratic blue
muslin fires
them but
villagers nigh
Tolstoy that
defy their
chief epically
in those
Woodlands with
southerlies that
only sway
their embassy
with ambrosia
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
how do the cheerleaders
end up being
the least cheery people?
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
there's a hidden man
he a fan of mirrors
his first name be terror
see this hidden man be
like writer's block and white paper
like planes in skyscrapers
there's a hidden man
skin made of cobweb: an-other
no friend sis or brother
there's a hidden man
wenn er dich packt: renn!
there is a hidden man
he a cheerleader who
became the grim reaper
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
When I was little, I would go to church each week
Sit in the pew and listen to a priest speak
He painted a picture like an artist
Describing a beach with hundreds of starfish
A boy was throwing them back in the ocean
When a man came and motioned
That the boy just couldn't save them all,
The boy replied he could save that one.
I've resonated with that story since I was small,
Something about the story seemed undone.
The man never helps the child,
Never offers to see his goal.
One child can save some starfish
But with some help, couldn't we save them all?
It just ends with a boy saving one
Like he's doing a good deed and I agree,
Yet no one still sees what that boy sees.
You're drowning in a week from now,
Can someone lend a leg to stand?
I hope they do, everyone needs a helping hand.
Inconvenience is only convenient for an excuse,
Pay no mind to a reward.
Let's throw every starfish back,
It can start with me and you.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
Another year, another puppeteer
I try to tame the sea in front of me
Cherry-cheeked cheerleader
I’ve never played for just one team
My responsibility is to watch you leave
I fall without knowing what lies beneath
Can’t let go of what I can’t control
That’s my responsibility
Take the mirror away from me- it’s all I see
Look onto the ocean and understand it’s deep
My responsibility is to accept what’s not up to me
Another year, another frontier
I wash away in the sea in front of me
That’s my responsibility
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
You can’t be everything to a person all at once
But choose the one that they need at that moment
Be their cheerleader when you appreciate their efforts
Be their critic when they need to hear the truth
Be their companion when they need a shoulder to cry on
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:02 AM UTC