Submissions by BillyScribePaige (Katleho Holoane)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Society
Appalled by the thoughts of the miserable society we live in.
The hopeless youth that roam the streets in the depths of the night, breaking bottles on the sidewalk and cursing with such fervor.
When did it get to this, I'm ashamed when I see girls wearing skirts as short as the lives of their aborted babies. They have nothing to left to hide.
The broken society that we live in has no standards set for the generation following and a recurrence of broken homes and half lived lives will be upon us.
The hopeless youth that roam the streets in the depths of the night, breaking bottles on the sidewalk and cursing with such fervor.
When did it get to this, I'm ashamed when I see girls wearing skirts as short as the lives of their aborted babies. They have nothing to left to hide.
The broken society that we live in has no standards set for the generation following and a recurrence of broken homes and half lived lives will be upon us.
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Quickie
Let's not get tangled in infatuation, libido fills the air when we're together, we don't need a romantic dinner, or to even call it making love.
Meet me in the alley at lunch, and we'll get intertwined in the finer things in life, warm breath on your neck, clumsy hands all over your body.
We both wanted to lead the way, but this wasn't really going anywhere, it was just a quickie to settle down the libido that was burning inside us.
Meet me in the alley at lunch, and we'll get intertwined in the finer things in life, warm breath on your neck, clumsy hands all over your body.
We both wanted to lead the way, but this wasn't really going anywhere, it was just a quickie to settle down the libido that was burning inside us.
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I'm Broken
I'm a man with a broken soul. I was a boy once, happy about everything and I expected gifts from him when he walked through the door.
The only gifts I got from him were whatever he had found at the bottom of countless bottles and the stench of that poison in his breath.
He stumbled over his words, but whatever I could make sense of, broke me into a million pieces then broke those pieces until I could not break anymore.
I was merely just a boy and I was having heartaches and I zoned out whenever my friends at school talked about their dads, I chose to believe I never...
The only gifts I got from him were whatever he had found at the bottom of countless bottles and the stench of that poison in his breath.
He stumbled over his words, but whatever I could make sense of, broke me into a million pieces then broke those pieces until I could not break anymore.
I was merely just a boy and I was having heartaches and I zoned out whenever my friends at school talked about their dads, I chose to believe I never...
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Bonfire Inside Me
My poetry is a detached part of me, like a spark from the bonfire burning inside me.
So let these words create an image of me and if they seduce you, let these words hold you down.
Sometimes I am not myself though, I am just a fabrication of my imagination or sometimes my intoxication, and I say things that I wouldn't normally say.
Don't perceive me as a hypocrite or a lost being looking for temporary comfort anywhere and everywhere, no, I've found comfort.
Somewhere deep inside I have a fire burning very wildly and something feeds it very generously. ...
So let these words create an image of me and if they seduce you, let these words hold you down.
Sometimes I am not myself though, I am just a fabrication of my imagination or sometimes my intoxication, and I say things that I wouldn't normally say.
Don't perceive me as a hypocrite or a lost being looking for temporary comfort anywhere and everywhere, no, I've found comfort.
Somewhere deep inside I have a fire burning very wildly and something feeds it very generously. ...
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Fighting Writer's Block
I don't have the words anymore, I've used them all and where did that get me.
You know when you wring a wet cloth and then in just an instance there's no more water coming from it.
Its still wet but to get that water you need to wring it a bit harder.
Sometimes I think of leaving this whole poetry thing and going into simpler things like collecting stickers or just drawing.
Can't I wake up one day and see a bird then think to myself 'I should draw that' instead of thinking 'if only I could fly away from it all.'
But then again, I'm too young and naive...
You know when you wring a wet cloth and then in just an instance there's no more water coming from it.
Its still wet but to get that water you need to wring it a bit harder.
Sometimes I think of leaving this whole poetry thing and going into simpler things like collecting stickers or just drawing.
Can't I wake up one day and see a bird then think to myself 'I should draw that' instead of thinking 'if only I could fly away from it all.'
But then again, I'm too young and naive...
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She's An Art
She is art in the simplest of words, her beauty is unlike any other, her words are compassionate and strong.
She's brought tears to eyes that were dry with hate, love to rock hard hearts that were cold as ice.
She loves recklessly like she's never known pain or even loss, there's hope in her smile and the way she looks at you when you just don't believe anymore.
And the way she looks at you with her dreamy eyes, and letting you pull her closer just before she smiles, drops her head to your chest and listens to your racing heart.
Longing for her touch in your...
She's brought tears to eyes that were dry with hate, love to rock hard hearts that were cold as ice.
She loves recklessly like she's never known pain or even loss, there's hope in her smile and the way she looks at you when you just don't believe anymore.
And the way she looks at you with her dreamy eyes, and letting you pull her closer just before she smiles, drops her head to your chest and listens to your racing heart.
Longing for her touch in your...
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Demons
Did I lose myself somewhere, did I drop my soul in the bonfires of hell, did I give in to these demons that were scratching on the surface.
I know I fought, I know I prayed, I remember praying, I remember being in the presence of angels who were to protect me, but the demons that wanted my soul were of the purest evil, as dark as the charcoal stain your white garment. Drinking holy water to quench their thirst and using the cross to scratch their backs
Evil that brought fear to the eyes of angels, a kind of evil that made the halos shine a little less, angels and demons in a...
I know I fought, I know I prayed, I remember praying, I remember being in the presence of angels who were to protect me, but the demons that wanted my soul were of the purest evil, as dark as the charcoal stain your white garment. Drinking holy water to quench their thirst and using the cross to scratch their backs
Evil that brought fear to the eyes of angels, a kind of evil that made the halos shine a little less, angels and demons in a...
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Romance
I hang on to my old ways, although you think I'm sending mixed signals, I still believe in bringing flowers to your doorstep, kissing your forehead and telling you I'm lucky to have you.
I'm stuck onto the old ways when words were used so gingerly as a knock on the heart of the girl who caught your eye.
A smile was so greatly appreciated, just the sight of her eyes glowing while she's smiling. Your rhythmic heartbeat as you slowly moved closer to her and softly kissed her lips.
Unlike how modern day has changed those oh-so-romantic gestures into what they call...
I'm stuck onto the old ways when words were used so gingerly as a knock on the heart of the girl who caught your eye.
A smile was so greatly appreciated, just the sight of her eyes glowing while she's smiling. Your rhythmic heartbeat as you slowly moved closer to her and softly kissed her lips.
Unlike how modern day has changed those oh-so-romantic gestures into what they call...
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Stuck
I lost myself last night somewhere between the alcohol and the few lines that I hit.
Ecstasy is now a part of me and drugs can prove me a bit rude, so pardon me.
I've lost track of who I am really, writing every now and then trying to get back to the old ways, pen, paper, coffee sometimes.
I've read some stuff I wrote a year ago and I found some traces of me here and there that are lost now, I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize my own self.
And not for one second do I second guess the decision I'm making.
So if you need me just close your eyes,...
Ecstasy is now a part of me and drugs can prove me a bit rude, so pardon me.
I've lost track of who I am really, writing every now and then trying to get back to the old ways, pen, paper, coffee sometimes.
I've read some stuff I wrote a year ago and I found some traces of me here and there that are lost now, I look in the mirror and I don't even recognize my own self.
And not for one second do I second guess the decision I'm making.
So if you need me just close your eyes,...
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HeartBreaker
You said you could taste her on my lips, smell her perfume on my shirt.
You said you could; see the scratches of her nails imprinted on my back like my name on your heart and yours on mine.
You asked me if I loved her.
And I saw the tears filling up your eyes, I was afraid to answer, but you insisted. I knew if I told you the truth you wouldn't believe me and yes, I didn't love her.
I don't know the pain I've caused you, I don't want to look back on all the hearts I've broken, I thought I was past that and look now, you gave me your heart and I carelessly dropped it....
You said you could; see the scratches of her nails imprinted on my back like my name on your heart and yours on mine.
You asked me if I loved her.
And I saw the tears filling up your eyes, I was afraid to answer, but you insisted. I knew if I told you the truth you wouldn't believe me and yes, I didn't love her.
I don't know the pain I've caused you, I don't want to look back on all the hearts I've broken, I thought I was past that and look now, you gave me your heart and I carelessly dropped it....
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You're Beautiful
You're beautiful
Not just the normal beautiful, No.
The sunset is beautiful, you're; amazing, you make the ground you walk on blush.
Full lips, shying away from a smile every time you look at me with that gleam in your hazel brown eyes
Perfect curves, fully fleshed body shaped like an hour glass; I can pay all these compliments
Yet I cannot have you, but I shall love the very ground on which you tread your feet upon.
And I know better than to just utter the words 'you're beautiful' when they don't even begin to describe you,
So I'll shy away...
Not just the normal beautiful, No.
The sunset is beautiful, you're; amazing, you make the ground you walk on blush.
Full lips, shying away from a smile every time you look at me with that gleam in your hazel brown eyes
Perfect curves, fully fleshed body shaped like an hour glass; I can pay all these compliments
Yet I cannot have you, but I shall love the very ground on which you tread your feet upon.
And I know better than to just utter the words 'you're beautiful' when they don't even begin to describe you,
So I'll shy away...
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Can I Love You
Can I paint a picture of you with words of love?
I don't wish to make you love me but to love my words, for they are true. I'll never love you the right way, maybe I'm falling in love, but maybe I'm just a writer with the right words to say.
I saw you the other day, in the picture you painted with your words,
A mixture of colors bright, dark and everything in between.
Much like how the love in your words confuses you, the pictures you paint are vivid and make sense,
The love you can give is real and its true.
Because with these words,...
I don't wish to make you love me but to love my words, for they are true. I'll never love you the right way, maybe I'm falling in love, but maybe I'm just a writer with the right words to say.
I saw you the other day, in the picture you painted with your words,
A mixture of colors bright, dark and everything in between.
Much like how the love in your words confuses you, the pictures you paint are vivid and make sense,
The love you can give is real and its true.
Because with these words,...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by BillyScribePaige (Katleho Holoane)