Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Day to day.
The postman aborts his load,
the infatuation keeps me where I am,
on my feet, staring out the window - a direct following.
Hope is only ever in the mind,
in the hazy hookah bar behind clean cynicism and sanity.
Hope forms the crisp, white linen we lay out when we start something.
Try a little white to get rid of the red stain you've
left, with her lipstick and her eyes and her hair and the way she smiled and smelt and whether she grasped and bit the pillow the way I did.
I wonder whether she was...
the infatuation keeps me where I am,
on my feet, staring out the window - a direct following.
Hope is only ever in the mind,
in the hazy hookah bar behind clean cynicism and sanity.
Hope forms the crisp, white linen we lay out when we start something.
Try a little white to get rid of the red stain you've
left, with her lipstick and her eyes and her hair and the way she smiled and smelt and whether she grasped and bit the pillow the way I did.
I wonder whether she was...
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Riddles
Pack my bags.
I'm silent, I am guilty
yet not quite steady on my worn feet.
Am I ready to leave?
I suppose it's not really up to me.
I was never one for straight
sentences and riddles seem to form my words:
I adore you.
Pack my bags,
break my heart on another bitter
work of art I helped create
and now the doubt clutches at my head, makes it pound. You can't understand, Hell,
I don't.
How else could I leave this? You've been tainted, we've been tainted
I'm sure she'd take you in,
for...
I'm silent, I am guilty
yet not quite steady on my worn feet.
Am I ready to leave?
I suppose it's not really up to me.
I was never one for straight
sentences and riddles seem to form my words:
I adore you.
Pack my bags,
break my heart on another bitter
work of art I helped create
and now the doubt clutches at my head, makes it pound. You can't understand, Hell,
I don't.
How else could I leave this? You've been tainted, we've been tainted
I'm sure she'd take you in,
for...
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Pitching the replacement
The salesman's back, his slick hair combed, a thin smile on his cracked lips. They name him 'The Poacher' here. My name, well,
my name is Mr. A. I'm sleep deprived,
I've been up almost seventy-two fucking hours
and I've pissed myself drunk.
It's been one of those days, you know?
Wife told me she was leaving three days ago,
I fucked some bird, I was blind drunk and
the tease had blue-balled me then fucked off like a slut.
Anyway, this salesman starts chatting at me and I can't remember how I ended up here... His eyes glisten like wicked diamonds....
my name is Mr. A. I'm sleep deprived,
I've been up almost seventy-two fucking hours
and I've pissed myself drunk.
It's been one of those days, you know?
Wife told me she was leaving three days ago,
I fucked some bird, I was blind drunk and
the tease had blue-balled me then fucked off like a slut.
Anyway, this salesman starts chatting at me and I can't remember how I ended up here... His eyes glisten like wicked diamonds....
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12 Comments
Old fancies.
She moves.
A stretched calf,
a pointed, steady set of toes
exhale from her body, graze the ground.
Inhale.
She spins,
falters on the tale
that liquidizes
in her veins.
The bones are tight.
Air swirls and swells and hides
behind her ears
as she tumbles into structured
movements, across the black, across the smoke.
The light fades. Her light fades.
The crow cries from beyond the window
and the croak of an old toad mourning lingers on the porch
like her last puff of cold,...
A stretched calf,
a pointed, steady set of toes
exhale from her body, graze the ground.
Inhale.
She spins,
falters on the tale
that liquidizes
in her veins.
The bones are tight.
Air swirls and swells and hides
behind her ears
as she tumbles into structured
movements, across the black, across the smoke.
The light fades. Her light fades.
The crow cries from beyond the window
and the croak of an old toad mourning lingers on the porch
like her last puff of cold,...
878 reads
2 Comments
Pawn shop.
Cash the heart
and spend the remains
in a dimly lit bar,
where the girl only remembers your name
due to a social network site
and a lift to school.
I'm not going to heal,
what a laugh my pathetic side gave me
when she cried in your arms and softened under your breath.
Today I showed her
the ex's and how you are the least attractive man she's dated.
How comical! Now is for the spiders
to raise their arms and legs to tell me "Stop,
what if no one likes you? What if you see him with someone else? What if...
and spend the remains
in a dimly lit bar,
where the girl only remembers your name
due to a social network site
and a lift to school.
I'm not going to heal,
what a laugh my pathetic side gave me
when she cried in your arms and softened under your breath.
Today I showed her
the ex's and how you are the least attractive man she's dated.
How comical! Now is for the spiders
to raise their arms and legs to tell me "Stop,
what if no one likes you? What if you see him with someone else? What if...
842 reads
4 Comments
Love and drugs.
18.00pm
Pick up the speed
from the local pool
19.00pm
Stare at the screen,
roll, smoke. Smoke again. Smoke again.
20.00pm
Start to miss him.
Wonder where the night has gone
and where it's going.
21.00pm
Start to tire of the walls, of the smoke, of the speed,
of the moments being someone else.
22.00pm
The need to be real overwhelms.
23.00pm
What of the road that lives for 'youthful rebellion'?
What of the man who knows we reap what we sow?
What of the man who loves by night?
Or the man who knows...
Pick up the speed
from the local pool
19.00pm
Stare at the screen,
roll, smoke. Smoke again. Smoke again.
20.00pm
Start to miss him.
Wonder where the night has gone
and where it's going.
21.00pm
Start to tire of the walls, of the smoke, of the speed,
of the moments being someone else.
22.00pm
The need to be real overwhelms.
23.00pm
What of the road that lives for 'youthful rebellion'?
What of the man who knows we reap what we sow?
What of the man who loves by night?
Or the man who knows...
1349 reads
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Affection
Drag my heels,
let out puffs as if I can't handle time
but I know where I belong,
in someones bed,
somewhere warm
and I'd like it to be with you.
It's unfortunate,
I can charm a man
with a joint in hand and a half-cut smile
but you can go for miles with me
anywhere.
I could hunt you out
with a gentle tone,
and love you while the day is long
but I don't mind, if that cruel look is in your eye,
I have other places I could be.
And don't play nice with me, ...
let out puffs as if I can't handle time
but I know where I belong,
in someones bed,
somewhere warm
and I'd like it to be with you.
It's unfortunate,
I can charm a man
with a joint in hand and a half-cut smile
but you can go for miles with me
anywhere.
I could hunt you out
with a gentle tone,
and love you while the day is long
but I don't mind, if that cruel look is in your eye,
I have other places I could be.
And don't play nice with me, ...
820 reads
7 Comments
Diary 31.
31.
Thirty one stories -
I like him a lot. Without word of a lie, at the moment no matter what he does, I think alot of him, I want to see the best in him. I'm not in love with him, which is good but whatever he needs to hear to boost his ego sometimes helps. He's not always a kind man, he's spiteful and he thinks using his dick the majority of the time. He doesn't feel ashamed for what he did with her. He's smug, yet he's confused that I'm upset. What did he expect? He's a slut though, you know? He's one of those observant human...
Thirty one stories -
I like him a lot. Without word of a lie, at the moment no matter what he does, I think alot of him, I want to see the best in him. I'm not in love with him, which is good but whatever he needs to hear to boost his ego sometimes helps. He's not always a kind man, he's spiteful and he thinks using his dick the majority of the time. He doesn't feel ashamed for what he did with her. He's smug, yet he's confused that I'm upset. What did he expect? He's a slut though, you know? He's one of those observant human...
879 reads
3 Comments
Fanciful
You were another molecule to gamble,
another wager with chemistry
kicking around in my oil system,
these gutsy remains are what's left of me
in the darkness
and I won't fear
the fourth hour shivers.
I am just another pebble in a mindless sea.
I wasted time trying to build a tree from the soil
I am no seed.
Treasure our moments,
Evangeline
and know the stars will shine again
under DJ decks.
I haven't strength for the drink
scene.
Choose someone who has lived longer than I.
another wager with chemistry
kicking around in my oil system,
these gutsy remains are what's left of me
in the darkness
and I won't fear
the fourth hour shivers.
I am just another pebble in a mindless sea.
I wasted time trying to build a tree from the soil
I am no seed.
Treasure our moments,
Evangeline
and know the stars will shine again
under DJ decks.
I haven't strength for the drink
scene.
Choose someone who has lived longer than I.
659 reads
2 Comments
4.20
4.20
that's the time,
behind the bike sheds,
underneath the street light
in the sheet rain
where dreams tap 'top the tin roof
and passions shiver under white collars.
I would look better
in my own blue sweater
but I don't mind.
Your sweater's baggy
and gives my heart
the flutter-byes.
4.20
that's the time
when I'm sparking up another goodbye
and bending a bow for my favourite girl
and leaving the twinkle on another Dick's table,
another flutter, another good night.
Pull over the...
that's the time,
behind the bike sheds,
underneath the street light
in the sheet rain
where dreams tap 'top the tin roof
and passions shiver under white collars.
I would look better
in my own blue sweater
but I don't mind.
Your sweater's baggy
and gives my heart
the flutter-byes.
4.20
that's the time
when I'm sparking up another goodbye
and bending a bow for my favourite girl
and leaving the twinkle on another Dick's table,
another flutter, another good night.
Pull over the...
850 reads
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Skank
Just throwing it out there,
you're a slut.
Face it,
deal with it,
embrace it.
It's such an attractive quality.
Well, it's no street brawl but baby, darling,
sweetheart, sugar,
you've come to my turf.
I love the written word.
Nice grammar, kid.
Don't point fingers.
I'm not pointing fingers,
that would express the desire to be close enough
to you to point a finger,
the idea repulses me.
Currently I'm just explaining that you should be aware
of who you are and be proud
of it. ...
you're a slut.
Face it,
deal with it,
embrace it.
It's such an attractive quality.
Well, it's no street brawl but baby, darling,
sweetheart, sugar,
you've come to my turf.
I love the written word.
Nice grammar, kid.
Don't point fingers.
I'm not pointing fingers,
that would express the desire to be close enough
to you to point a finger,
the idea repulses me.
Currently I'm just explaining that you should be aware
of who you are and be proud
of it. ...
877 reads
8 Comments
Tainted
Where the dead leaves lay
on the ground,
where I'm lost in sight
and silent sound.
You are regulating
my nature,
you are resonating through my mind.
Where I was found
in pieces on your bed,
still are the voices that fuck
with my head.
You are somewhere quiet
and ever so unaware
like the lies that were
never there.
on the ground,
where I'm lost in sight
and silent sound.
You are regulating
my nature,
you are resonating through my mind.
Where I was found
in pieces on your bed,
still are the voices that fuck
with my head.
You are somewhere quiet
and ever so unaware
like the lies that were
never there.
660 reads
2 Comments
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