Homeless by Rae Long

When I became homeless

went to the woods and set up camp

thought It’d be less like sleeping rough that way

so I’d feel less like a tramp

I foraged round and gathered

twigs, branches and the like

ouch! I dropped an armful on my foot

because I grabbed a spike

In the dark I struggled

to build and light my fire

three, four times it got blown out

til at last the flames rose higher

Added to my construction

so it would last throughout the night

lay down close by, all toasty warm

fell asleep watching its flickering light

Leaving camp I chuckled

there was no-one to remember

I woke next to my own log fire

still glowing red with ember

 Breakdown by Rae Long 

Slipping away

falling through my mind

running through my head

to a darker space and time

cant stop this descent

this screaming in my brain

am I going to breakdown?

will I end up insane?

save me save me

I don’t wanna go crazy

I just wanna chill

but I feel like roadkill

happiness gone and mind hazy

crash through these walls

tear the barriers down

shake this darkness away

bring light to this frown

Overdose by Vicky Smith

I woke up one morning feeling down.

So my boyfriend told me to try some Brown.

Oh why, oh why am I in this mess?

All I wanted was a little test.

He pulled out the foil and told me to inhale,

But now I’m in trouble and on police bail.

I went to town to do some thieving,

‘Cos I was in so much pain I wanted relieving.

I walked home alone to have a smoke,

A friend came round and gave me some Coke.

I have an injection of Cocaine and Smack,

I’ve got all dizzy and fall straight on my back.

My lips have turned blue

And my friend is just stood there without a care.

I’m laid on the floor and now I’m the Gears slave,

Oh God what have I done? I’ve just dug my own grave!

My children visit my grave from up in the sky,

I feel so bad because all they do is cry.

So just sit there and listen to me,

Leave smack alone just let it be.

Because it will get you in the end.

And all it does is drive you round the bend.

Picture this by Richard Brown

I've refound myself, whom I'd lost long ago,

My soul-mate unconscious and never on show.

With the portal locked tightly and the key casted astray,

I'd lost sight of my purpose as instinct lost the way.

In dark murky clouds, I was ineptly wishing

For a bright light to glow, but my battery was missing.

You held the redemption to merit the cost.

Must have innocently picked up the piece I'd once lost.

Your promising care-course still making me nervous,

But I feel more together and aware of a purpose.

I see the full picture, a breath-taking view,

Now my joy is released by the image of you.

The Sting by Micky Mac

A spoonful of honey is not very funny when the bees are buzzing around.

You can go in the hive and take a big dive when the buzz in the ear it does sound.  

I would sooner have fleas than the buzzing of bees for the fleas don't bite on the wing.

The fleas they suck blood and that bee is no good when it gives you a terrible sting.