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Michele Holub Poem
I try so hard to understand
The man inside, apart from the band
You make me wait, testing my patience
Then all I get is one crude sentence
I can see that you aren’t so busy
I ask, but then you call me silly
No time or words for me today
I guess I should be on my way
I struggle to act like I don’t care
Staying silent is such a lonely affair
I feel so deeply but mustn’t show
It’s nothing you are eager to know
The eggshells I walk on are fragile
I tiptoe so you won’t unravel
But it makes my heart so heavy
Wondering if you’ll ever be ready
For now I must mute my affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
Do nothing, say nothing, as soon as possible
And yet my soul aches for the impossible...
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
I start the day with a simple hello
I can see he’s ignoring it, though
Good intentions but now I’m low
He’s always gonna resist
I make a request to stop by
But he’s too private of a guy
I hang my head low and sigh
He’s always gonna resist
These conversations feel so hollow
We once were deep, but now shallow
Now I’m off to cry and wallow
He’s always gonna resist
I must not ask for a date
I won’t get one at this rate
It must be my fate to wait
He’s always gonna resist
Independence is all he will seek
True feelings he will never speak
This situation looks mighty bleak
He’s always gonna resist
I want to show how I care
But I know I mustn’t dare
For he is one to easily scare
He’s always gonna resist
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
Tell me how this silence affects you
Tell me how you wonder if it affects me
Tell me how you will respond, asap
You say nothing
Tell me who you think about
Tell me who got your heart
Tell me who will ever get it, asap
You say nothing
Tell me what you are after
Tell me what your soul desires
Tell me what you ponder, asap
You say nothing
Tell me where your heart will go
Tell me where your dreams will take you
Tell me where your thoughts are, asap
You say nothing
Tell me when you have some time
Tell me when you want to see me
Tell me when it will ever be, asap
You say nothing
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
I dress with less for my body flouncing
My titties jiggle and my ass is bouncing
I prance around to ring your bell
And call myself an Instagram “model”
I make up my face and pout my lips
I put on the music and shake my hips
I do up my hair with lots of gel
Pretty me, your favorite Instagram “model”
I tease to milk men of their hard-earned money
You stroke yourself instead of me, honey
I’m here to make your life less dull
That’s the charm of an Instagram “model”
They call me an e-thot, fishing for a “like”
That Ho Over There all girlfriends dislike
‘Cuz I record these videos of my body to sell
Look at me, I am an Instagram “model”
Some women before me took to the street
They marched and protested, refusing defeat
They burned their bras with their rebel yell
Nevertheless, I became an Instagram “model”
Please hit “like” as a natural courtesy
The more I get brings me closer to surgery
So I can flaunt again, making my head swell
In excess for me, an Instagram “model”
Lonely boy, did I satisfy your desire?
If not, I can take off more attire
I’ll entice all of you so very well
For I am the ultimate Instagram “model”
This is what has become of me
Since my daddy paid no attention, you see
All he did was shout and yell
Propelling me to be an Instagram “model”
Your best relationship inevitably ends
When your girl saw your likes on “With Friends”
Social media’s suggestions often tell
That you adore me, an Instagram “model”
I’m blamed for all the love that you lost
My curves seduced you at a high cost
You lost your love and then hit the bottle
All because of me, an Instagram “model”
This is only a breeding ground for me
Up next on Only Fans is where I’ll be
Attention seeking as you cuddle your cell
‘Cuz you can’t touch an Instagram “model”
Deep down the many problems I face
Are hidden well in teddies and lace
But the emotions I hold are worse than hell
Since I am an insecure Instagram “model”
After you peel off all of the layers
And strip away all of the players
I’m just a little girl who desperately fell
Into the trap of being an Instagram “model”
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Michele Holub Poem
Throw out your practicality
Throw out your excuses
Throw out all your reasons
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Bury the chaos of your mind
Bury all your shame
Bury your brave mask
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Give up on pushing me away
Give up on hiding your emotions
Give up on suppressing your feelings
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
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Michele Holub Poem
Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
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Michele Holub Poem
She pretends it’s no big deal
She wants to speak, you know
Just trivial things, no big reveal
But today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends she’s no good anyway
She’s really just too much though
She is a silly goose every day
But today is a day to tiptoe
She pretends to be just friends
Although this crush just won’t go
She senses his shifts and trends
So she knows today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends nothing should be said
As though his feelings shouldn’t show
For him it is safer to tread
So he knows today is a day to tiptoe
She pretends that his handsome face
Doesn’t affect her at the show
She shoves it down with a little grace
For today is a day to tiptoe
He pretends it is better to be without
Affairs of the heart just cause woe
Being busy is a much safer route
For today is a day to tiptoe
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Michele Holub Poem
I am not here just to feed your ego
Or to validate the decisions you have made
You stay stuck and refuse to grow
I’ll start my journey to slow fade
I am going to start acting like you
To hold a mirror to the actions you displayed
You push and pull, stop, then start anew
Forcing me into a steady slow fade
I am not here for your breadcrumbs
My hunger for more cannot be delayed
You run when the connection comes
So now it’s time for my slow fade
I am not feeling you in this void
But rather, as though I’ve been played
You resist all emotions to further avoid
Pushing me into this quiet slow fade
I am not going to chase you anymore
When choosing me causes you to be afraid
You act like loving me is a chore
This is why I choose to slow fade
I am done playing this tortuous game
I stopped caring for this foolish charade
You don’t even pretend to feel the same
This bull**** propels me into the slow fade
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Michele Holub Poem
In the beautiful morning sunlight of May
A sacrificed lamb lays on his death bed
His life and limbs are in utter decay
In a few hours or days he’ll be dead
Outside the pink blossoms of the crabapple
Are softly blowing in the springtime breeze
They frame an outline of a small white chapel
Where his soon to be widow drops to her knees
There is a peaceful feeling in the air
The lovely scent of flowers brings serenity
A tranquil quiet fit for a lonely prayer
Because for him there is no remedy
When he awakens from his soothing slumber
His gaze wanders outside to see a lady in white
He muses that he has met his number
And this angel will take him through the light
She’s posing beneath the pastel trees
Her tripod is poised to capture the scene
A moment of beauty obtained to please
In a landscape curated for calm and serene
She is not an angel but she fits the vision
She seeks this image against the clear blue sky
The time has come for him to leave this prison
For it’s such a beautiful day to die
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You’ve been carrying so much suffering inside
Ever since you were a little boy
All these feelings you’ve learned to hide
The thought of intimacy turns you coy
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
When it becomes unfamiliar to feel safe
When the storms of chaos feel like home
When the idea of romance makes you chafe
Aimlessly, your heart will infinitely roam
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
Is there a cure for your pain?
Will you keep pushing me away?
Will you love me or further abstain?
I can tell you that I want to stay
I will never give up on you
For you need my love the most
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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