Submissions by BillyScribePaige (Katleho Holoane)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
24th Mar 2022 7:16am
24th Mar 2022 7:16am
Fading
my cheeks used to be dry,
now they have rivers running down them carrying messages of lost hope.
my eyes used to be white,
the canvas your beauty was painted on,
now they're stained blood red by my heart cut with cupid arrows left to tell stories of what used to be hope.
I sing songs now,
songs of memories that have faded into nothing more but melodies that make lovers smile.
songs that give them hope of what I used to call home,
Love.
now they have rivers running down them carrying messages of lost hope.
my eyes used to be white,
the canvas your beauty was painted on,
now they're stained blood red by my heart cut with cupid arrows left to tell stories of what used to be hope.
I sing songs now,
songs of memories that have faded into nothing more but melodies that make lovers smile.
songs that give them hope of what I used to call home,
Love.
#sadness
#love
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2022 7:12am
24th Mar 2022 7:12am
Rage
I know you.
I know you a little more than I should.
I know your lips, I know your tongue,
I remember the love language you spoke,
the sweet nothings you whispered to me
as my head rested on your beatless chest.
I know your eyes, I know your hands,
I remember how you looked at me with such hunger in your eyes and how I became putty every time you touched me.
I remember your lips, I remember your tongue,
I know how you told me it was a mistake,
how effortless lying seemed to you.
I remember your eyes, I remember your...
I know you a little more than I should.
I know your lips, I know your tongue,
I remember the love language you spoke,
the sweet nothings you whispered to me
as my head rested on your beatless chest.
I know your eyes, I know your hands,
I remember how you looked at me with such hunger in your eyes and how I became putty every time you touched me.
I remember your lips, I remember your tongue,
I know how you told me it was a mistake,
how effortless lying seemed to you.
I remember your eyes, I remember your...
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2018 4:13am
29th Jun 2018 4:13am
Surgeon
you bought all these flowers, they smell amazing.
but I know this is how you intoxicate me every second week
when you come back from hotel rooms or business trips or whatever it is we're calling them now.
white daisy petals stained with the color of your lies,
stems crushed from rushing hands.
I get a vase,
snip a little here,
pull a little there.
every second week I become a surgeon, operating on wilting flowers damaged by careless hands.
hands that come home with a cold touch, all their warmth left on the inside of...
but I know this is how you intoxicate me every second week
when you come back from hotel rooms or business trips or whatever it is we're calling them now.
white daisy petals stained with the color of your lies,
stems crushed from rushing hands.
I get a vase,
snip a little here,
pull a little there.
every second week I become a surgeon, operating on wilting flowers damaged by careless hands.
hands that come home with a cold touch, all their warmth left on the inside of...
#betrayal
#UnrequitedLove
#emptiness #hypocrisy
#emptiness #hypocrisy
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Mar 2018 1:38pm
18th Mar 2018 1:38pm
He said, She said.
I miss you.
I miss you and the opportunities
that missed me
because I was too excited
thinking about touching your thighs and squeezing your breasts.
Don't tell me you miss me.
I know how selfish you are,
how selfish you were.
Maybe you only miss how warm I made you feel inside when all you gave me was a cold shoulder.
Now that you're all alone being lathered by these winter breezes she left you in,
you want me back and you're sorry you were never good to me when you had the chance.
But I let you in again, ...
I miss you and the opportunities
that missed me
because I was too excited
thinking about touching your thighs and squeezing your breasts.
Don't tell me you miss me.
I know how selfish you are,
how selfish you were.
Maybe you only miss how warm I made you feel inside when all you gave me was a cold shoulder.
Now that you're all alone being lathered by these winter breezes she left you in,
you want me back and you're sorry you were never good to me when you had the chance.
But I let you in again, ...
#relationships
#lover
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Jan 2018 2:19pm
23rd Jan 2018 2:19pm
Wrinkles
I've been blind my entire life.
I've never seen the sunset
or the sunrise,
I've never seen the
glimmering night sky or
a rainbow fade into
the horizon.
I've never seen how my
mother's lips move when
she says she loves me,
or how the skin under
her eyes wrinkles a little
when she smiles.
I've never seen anything
and yet I feel like these
are the only things
I'd ever want to see.
I've never seen the sunset
or the sunrise,
I've never seen the
glimmering night sky or
a rainbow fade into
the horizon.
I've never seen how my
mother's lips move when
she says she loves me,
or how the skin under
her eyes wrinkles a little
when she smiles.
I've never seen anything
and yet I feel like these
are the only things
I'd ever want to see.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Jul 2017 9:23am
23rd Jul 2017 9:23am
Courtleigh
Maybe I'm not good for you
The taste of my lips
might be too sweet for you,
The hints of cigarette smoke
on you might be drawing me
in too close.
Far too eager to limit my desires,
Too close to trailing your smooth edges.
The words dancing on my tongue,
Beckoning you to come closer.
Kiss me and we'll converse in the physical,
Let me leave teeth mark poetry on your skin,
Calm your trembling lips with passion and heat.
You can clench my hand or scratch your desires on my back, whisper in my ear, let me know...
The taste of my lips
might be too sweet for you,
The hints of cigarette smoke
on you might be drawing me
in too close.
Far too eager to limit my desires,
Too close to trailing your smooth edges.
The words dancing on my tongue,
Beckoning you to come closer.
Kiss me and we'll converse in the physical,
Let me leave teeth mark poetry on your skin,
Calm your trembling lips with passion and heat.
You can clench my hand or scratch your desires on my back, whisper in my ear, let me know...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2017 11:56pm
22nd Jul 2017 11:56pm
black roses
Oh my God I started smoking again,
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
Sending tornados to my lungs and drinking way too much coffee.
Going to church on Sundays to wash down the smokey sin with glasses and glasses of wine.
Meet me outside after everyone has left so I can tell you how much I love you and we can blow rose shaped smoke into the naïve sky.
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EROTIC POEM
Published
5th May 2017 9:04pm
5th May 2017 9:04pm
Not Here
You say you're looking for a good time,
Not the right guy,
or the tangling strings they bring.
I'm sorry,
There's none of that here.
Maybe a quick one,
After one drink,
In the backseat of your parent's car.
Leaving finger prints on misty windows,
Trails to find you,
When I need you,
Bring everything but love.
Silver platter,
Diamond plated cuffs.
Looking pretty while we do the nasty.
Appreciating it, eating it like its tasty.
Tie you up with the strings,
Have you,
Untie...
Not the right guy,
or the tangling strings they bring.
I'm sorry,
There's none of that here.
Maybe a quick one,
After one drink,
In the backseat of your parent's car.
Leaving finger prints on misty windows,
Trails to find you,
When I need you,
Bring everything but love.
Silver platter,
Diamond plated cuffs.
Looking pretty while we do the nasty.
Appreciating it, eating it like its tasty.
Tie you up with the strings,
Have you,
Untie...
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SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2017 6:56am
4th May 2017 6:56am
A letter from Anne
I'm a sunflower that never knew the rays of the sun or the nurturing touch of a gardener, wilting in darkness, struggling to bloom.
Amongst roses and lillies, yellow petals falling, pushing on daisies, half dead trying to bend towards the little sunshine coming through rust holes in the roof.
Surviving on a drop of rain that comes to resuscitate you just as you breath your last profound words, confessing a love you could never have returned to you. A love that exists but was never meant to be.
Amongst roses and lillies, yellow petals falling, pushing on daisies, half dead trying to bend towards the little sunshine coming through rust holes in the roof.
Surviving on a drop of rain that comes to resuscitate you just as you breath your last profound words, confessing a love you could never have returned to you. A love that exists but was never meant to be.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
21st Feb 2017 8:59am
21st Feb 2017 8:59am
My Girlfriend & I
This was for my girlfriend and I.
Hearts collided and we sure were in love.
This is for my girlfriend right now,
Wait, I don’t think I can call her that no more.
You see we were lost in Eden,
Her milky thighs and honey tasting lips were sinfully sweet.
We used to hangout like that,
Just her and I by the maple oak leaves and apple trees,
We were a beautiful storm.
She asked me to meet her in the garden,
Follow the rose petals to her sunflower bouquet.
I saw apple sauce and pineapple slices,
Licked it dripping from...
Hearts collided and we sure were in love.
This is for my girlfriend right now,
Wait, I don’t think I can call her that no more.
You see we were lost in Eden,
Her milky thighs and honey tasting lips were sinfully sweet.
We used to hangout like that,
Just her and I by the maple oak leaves and apple trees,
We were a beautiful storm.
She asked me to meet her in the garden,
Follow the rose petals to her sunflower bouquet.
I saw apple sauce and pineapple slices,
Licked it dripping from...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 4:30am
23rd Jan 2017 4:30am
Strings
Hunched over his guitar, blind and haggard, he's familiar with his strings, 6 companions each with a story of their own about the blue period.
An old man lost in silent contemplation, without direction or reason, he has nowhere to go, stuck on the streets of Barcelona he fades into the grey.
Melancholy fills the air around him.
Thoughts of how the world took everything from him, he tussles with ideas of suicide, but he's blinded by the darkness that has always been in his eyes.
Poverty burdens him with life, breathing is an expense to his soul,
O...
An old man lost in silent contemplation, without direction or reason, he has nowhere to go, stuck on the streets of Barcelona he fades into the grey.
Melancholy fills the air around him.
Thoughts of how the world took everything from him, he tussles with ideas of suicide, but he's blinded by the darkness that has always been in his eyes.
Poverty burdens him with life, breathing is an expense to his soul,
O...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2017 4:25am
23rd Jan 2017 4:25am
Circles
Shouting to the distance, not really knowing what I'm hoping for.
Running in circles, nothing here I haven't seen before,
As I stare into the night sky, stars remind me of how darkness brings light.
And I'm just running in circles, hoping that I'll find you soon.
Just crossing my fingers, hoping that you'll break these chains.
And I've been stuck here for so long, I just wanna see the world again.
Stuck here in a fading paradise, you're nowhere to be seen,
I remember what we used to be, just before you walked away from me.
I couldn't say a...
Running in circles, nothing here I haven't seen before,
As I stare into the night sky, stars remind me of how darkness brings light.
And I'm just running in circles, hoping that I'll find you soon.
Just crossing my fingers, hoping that you'll break these chains.
And I've been stuck here for so long, I just wanna see the world again.
Stuck here in a fading paradise, you're nowhere to be seen,
I remember what we used to be, just before you walked away from me.
I couldn't say a...
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