Submissions by Shoveleaner (Krystal PISTOL Holmes)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
May I introduce to you Miss Underground America, SHOVELeaner also known as Genghis Blonde if I point to in the right direction it is time to come along.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jul 2023 2:35am
13th Jul 2023 2:35am
Here's The Speech
Here's the speech,... so what if we just or never have met? I recognize you. Even though you don't know me, I already see through space, mass and volume which is why I paint black light murals and might explain your fear of the dark. Still won't stop me from blowing your mind by seizing the day and stealing this moment, to share some things with you. As you go on and forward, throughout the long remainder of your fruitful life, I won't be there to see it in any way but Spirit. So I need to tell you exactly how proud I am of you. I'm sincere when I say that I believe in your abilities and I am...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#redemption
#philosophical
#tradition
164 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jul 2023 11:33am
11th Jul 2023 11:33am
R&B BLUE BALLS
#funny
104 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
10th Jul 2023 2:09am
Digging Deep One More Hole
I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.
As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.
It's true when they say that time flies,...
#beauty
#fiction
#narrative
#ShortStory
#revenge
281 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2023 11:41am
3rd Jul 2023 11:41am
The Roots have Teeth
#friendship
#humankind
#dark
#hypocrisy
#tolerance
209 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2023 11:12am
3rd Jul 2023 11:12am
The Account
If I were to name and count, the reasons that I still have doubt. I wouldn't know just where to begin...but then again.
Digging in the dirt, sifting through the hurt. Perception seems like birth, of laboured love and worth. The pain you have endured, don't mean you have been cured of the reasons there's still doubt, that you can name and count.
Of course the source will try to apply more pressure to regret. Deny but still rely on force to bury treasure spent on sentiment. To forget the names and lose the count, a great amount remains as doubt. Demeans the reasons claimed about....
Digging in the dirt, sifting through the hurt. Perception seems like birth, of laboured love and worth. The pain you have endured, don't mean you have been cured of the reasons there's still doubt, that you can name and count.
Of course the source will try to apply more pressure to regret. Deny but still rely on force to bury treasure spent on sentiment. To forget the names and lose the count, a great amount remains as doubt. Demeans the reasons claimed about....
#money
#mirror
#consumerism
#acceptance
#choices
192 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Nov 2022 9:18pm
28th Nov 2022 9:18pm
Jar of Worms
#anxiety
#SelfHarm
#addiction
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
306 reads
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Nov 2022 9:15pm
28th Nov 2022 9:15pm
My Father
How can they say that they will ever forget, a life so full of regret?
What do they know? No one knows better than me.
I can't help but see, there's no future here for me.
Who could misplace me when I have never been any place but lost?
I bare my cross that no one built but me.
Who can account for all the time that's designed to cost.
I can't help myself I never could.
If I had my way I'd be understood. If I had my way I'd be good.
Life can be vicious no matter your wishes or hopes may be.
You can pray on bended knee.
Trust in...
What do they know? No one knows better than me.
I can't help but see, there's no future here for me.
Who could misplace me when I have never been any place but lost?
I bare my cross that no one built but me.
Who can account for all the time that's designed to cost.
I can't help myself I never could.
If I had my way I'd be understood. If I had my way I'd be good.
Life can be vicious no matter your wishes or hopes may be.
You can pray on bended knee.
Trust in...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
152 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jun 2019 6:07pm
28th Jun 2019 6:07pm
Damn Granted Damage
I'm not sure you are worth the damage. It is not to my advantage to manage your drama escalated into segues as the saga erupts into lava flowing magma blown across my lower back.
And although you take for granted every damn thing on this planet that comes so easily, especially the seeds I planted in that little wormy bird brain you hold so high above your neck.
And although you take for granted every damn thing on this planet that comes so easily, especially the seeds I planted in that little wormy bird brain you hold so high above your neck.
#frustration
#disappointment
#boredom
377 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2019 6:04am
10th Mar 2019 6:04am
Battles I Wage
Intrigue prompt most battles the playground stage. Intrusion is gathered and put on Parade. A prisoner rattles the crib not the cage, sometimes I would rather be simply afraid. Sometimes I'm frightened and sometimes alone but once I get settled I'm once again home. I'm rarely ground-level I dig deeper holes. Set gauges no middle not even my soul. I'm not asking questions so closure won't do. Not interested not in your answers nor solving some clues. Impressed with mere pleasure and Liesure seems new. Each luxury measured,examples are few. Decisions don't matter Insight can't be made....
#confessional
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