Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction It's all I want to do while here.
ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2011 1:59am
3rd Jan 2011 1:59am
Let it slide.
What's up with the words she's spilling?
Just like the pills she's popping,
I'm not going to butter this up.
I don't want to.
Personal opinion, right to free speech.
You can all be swept up in a rosy cloud of smoke,
me? I'd rather choke - on the facts.
None of them are going to believe it though,
these words come from one who knows,
wanting, throw two-hundred at a problem,
three homes, three packets of blood,
Mud, fast, you got the lot,
but let me buy you a drink,
fill it with arsenic,
watch you fall,
I'm not fruiting,
no...
Just like the pills she's popping,
I'm not going to butter this up.
I don't want to.
Personal opinion, right to free speech.
You can all be swept up in a rosy cloud of smoke,
me? I'd rather choke - on the facts.
None of them are going to believe it though,
these words come from one who knows,
wanting, throw two-hundred at a problem,
three homes, three packets of blood,
Mud, fast, you got the lot,
but let me buy you a drink,
fill it with arsenic,
watch you fall,
I'm not fruiting,
no...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Dec 2010 12:07pm
31st Dec 2010 12:07pm
A silly cough.
He scratches on her vocal chords, an itchy throat,
tempting the mucus to come out her slender mouth,
water filling those green buckets for eyes,
it's a daily occurance.
She lifts her head to gasp for air,
and turns away from the noise in the house,
tight little fists only loosen when it's time to cough,
for the vomit she keeps to herself.
It stirs in her stomach, chunks of chocolate and Subway,
and her toes curls in to hold it all together,
but the worst kind of vomit,
whenever she hears that name.
Is the word vomit he causes,...
tempting the mucus to come out her slender mouth,
water filling those green buckets for eyes,
it's a daily occurance.
She lifts her head to gasp for air,
and turns away from the noise in the house,
tight little fists only loosen when it's time to cough,
for the vomit she keeps to herself.
It stirs in her stomach, chunks of chocolate and Subway,
and her toes curls in to hold it all together,
but the worst kind of vomit,
whenever she hears that name.
Is the word vomit he causes,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
30th Dec 2010 9:34pm
30th Dec 2010 9:34pm
My mum and I sometimes listen to piano.
You laughed at my terror,
stood at my peaceful side
and laughed at my deep rooted fear,
and I smiled,
asit unfurled from your innocent unknowing,
I smiled,
as it flew from your two clapping feet,
those that walked the cassette to my bedside tape player,
it's okay.
So many years have passed
but listening to the piano,
the way it challenges my little mind,
I could never be happier than hearing your reaction,
even ifit secretly hurts my memory,
it brightens every present thought I have.
So laugh mum, as that horrid bar reaches my...
stood at my peaceful side
and laughed at my deep rooted fear,
and I smiled,
asit unfurled from your innocent unknowing,
I smiled,
as it flew from your two clapping feet,
those that walked the cassette to my bedside tape player,
it's okay.
So many years have passed
but listening to the piano,
the way it challenges my little mind,
I could never be happier than hearing your reaction,
even ifit secretly hurts my memory,
it brightens every present thought I have.
So laugh mum, as that horrid bar reaches my...
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DARK POEM
Published
30th Dec 2010 2:29am
30th Dec 2010 2:29am
Database File.
A geisha to their inner circuits,
frankly, she should sleep,
no unethical war will take place,
on the jellyfish juice she left on the floor.
It's all so repulsive,
and it's how the mainframe works,
malicious, cold to the bone,
one flicked switch and it could be back to Solitaire again.
But it's not and all is silent on this side of the storyline,
for we do our duty as worriers, yes -those, not warriors,
I fear, that's never quite enough,
for some the cash, the love, the friends and family,
they'd cash it all in for a droplet in the...
frankly, she should sleep,
no unethical war will take place,
on the jellyfish juice she left on the floor.
It's all so repulsive,
and it's how the mainframe works,
malicious, cold to the bone,
one flicked switch and it could be back to Solitaire again.
But it's not and all is silent on this side of the storyline,
for we do our duty as worriers, yes -those, not warriors,
I fear, that's never quite enough,
for some the cash, the love, the friends and family,
they'd cash it all in for a droplet in the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
29th Dec 2010 00:54am
29th Dec 2010 00:54am
Dibs.
Thevoice that brought an empire to it's knees,
on tea, two sugars, a little milk.
It's spurred on like an unholy tempest,
Two palms together for an almighty thunder storm.
Ashes to ashes,
river to sea.
The voice; an empty vial.
Poison.
Over-advertising,
false advertising,
means nothing to them,
take off the shiny wrapping.
The voice that brought a village to despair,
on church, prayer, candles,
It brought with it flames of Rome,
two palms to the sky for that white-lightening tree.
Dust to dust,...
on tea, two sugars, a little milk.
It's spurred on like an unholy tempest,
Two palms together for an almighty thunder storm.
Ashes to ashes,
river to sea.
The voice; an empty vial.
Poison.
Over-advertising,
false advertising,
means nothing to them,
take off the shiny wrapping.
The voice that brought a village to despair,
on church, prayer, candles,
It brought with it flames of Rome,
two palms to the sky for that white-lightening tree.
Dust to dust,...
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Dec 2010 10:34pm
28th Dec 2010 10:34pm
Schwizzle the Squirrel
The tunnels were filled with lanterns,
Redhead -Green firelight,so bright.
There's a deadly scent upon the air.
Did they not sense the death?
She was the depressive.
She was the suicidal friend, or the manically ill,
yet it was not her tonight who tried to take their life.
Read between his lines; or mine.
Two towers of written-word, perfect and extraordinary,
I always hated the word extraordinary,
Extra...ordinary. Super...ordinary. It's like awesomely...boring.
The virgin's hanging herself on three ropes
of threesnakes she never...
Redhead -Green firelight,so bright.
There's a deadly scent upon the air.
Did they not sense the death?
She was the depressive.
She was the suicidal friend, or the manically ill,
yet it was not her tonight who tried to take their life.
Read between his lines; or mine.
Two towers of written-word, perfect and extraordinary,
I always hated the word extraordinary,
Extra...ordinary. Super...ordinary. It's like awesomely...boring.
The virgin's hanging herself on three ropes
of threesnakes she never...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Dec 2010 9:30am
27th Dec 2010 9:30am
Hallucinations.
Tiny little person, asleep against the tree,
snoring like a giant but actually only two foot three.
He wakes from his slumber,
in a little crimson hat,
spots me with his good eye,
and runs like a terrified rat.
I chase him through the forest,
that follows my backyard,
Never wanted to move away,
but Dad said 'There's a new company selling Lard.'
I know it makes no sense,
Dad has this strange obsession,
and no matter how I prefer butter,
he says that causes his depression.
Anyway, chasing after this little man,
in his emerald green...
snoring like a giant but actually only two foot three.
He wakes from his slumber,
in a little crimson hat,
spots me with his good eye,
and runs like a terrified rat.
I chase him through the forest,
that follows my backyard,
Never wanted to move away,
but Dad said 'There's a new company selling Lard.'
I know it makes no sense,
Dad has this strange obsession,
and no matter how I prefer butter,
he says that causes his depression.
Anyway, chasing after this little man,
in his emerald green...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Dec 2010 9:23am
27th Dec 2010 9:23am
The Games.
There are twenty-five ways to destroy her mind,
I sat down by candlelight and listed them.
I had a personal objective to carry each one out,
to test her, to destroy her, to make her wake up and smell the coffee as I was once forced to one crisp, burnt morning.
But why such a vendetta
against another female, an innocent party, who did me no harm?
The temptation to rip her emotions limb from limb, for my pleasure, because I can see so much of myself in her.
I was her and I was a fool.
There are a million ways to attack the naive,
only...
I sat down by candlelight and listed them.
I had a personal objective to carry each one out,
to test her, to destroy her, to make her wake up and smell the coffee as I was once forced to one crisp, burnt morning.
But why such a vendetta
against another female, an innocent party, who did me no harm?
The temptation to rip her emotions limb from limb, for my pleasure, because I can see so much of myself in her.
I was her and I was a fool.
There are a million ways to attack the naive,
only...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2010 9:29pm
24th Dec 2010 9:29pm
Merry Christmas.
I'd be the pavement beneath your feet
and let you walk all over me.
Crippled by the back pain,
but longing for the touch.
A sparkle in the midnight sky,
just to see you look up.
A shiver and shake at those blue eyes,
though they'll never fill with love.
And I accept that, I do
but I want to be the ATM you come to
and take as much as you can out of me.
It's only because I need that touch.
I'll be the chicken you carve,
slice me into bits,
and hand me round that table
as Christmas day turns to Christmas night.
...
and let you walk all over me.
Crippled by the back pain,
but longing for the touch.
A sparkle in the midnight sky,
just to see you look up.
A shiver and shake at those blue eyes,
though they'll never fill with love.
And I accept that, I do
but I want to be the ATM you come to
and take as much as you can out of me.
It's only because I need that touch.
I'll be the chicken you carve,
slice me into bits,
and hand me round that table
as Christmas day turns to Christmas night.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Dec 2010 2:03am
24th Dec 2010 2:03am
The Doves and The Fish.
Once two doves moved,
Magnets in flight,
filled with love,
a romantic plight.
Two fish that swam,
Their own little school,
But two lovers in water,
Romantic fools.
It seems I talk in pairs,
not threes,
Three's do not make sense,
to the powers that be.
But three's exist,
for you can love two,
Foolish it may be,
It's a venomous tool.
So two doves met another,
little, white thing,
Swept one off his feet,
in the romance of spring.
And one foolish fish,
fell in love with a shark,
I...
Magnets in flight,
filled with love,
a romantic plight.
Two fish that swam,
Their own little school,
But two lovers in water,
Romantic fools.
It seems I talk in pairs,
not threes,
Three's do not make sense,
to the powers that be.
But three's exist,
for you can love two,
Foolish it may be,
It's a venomous tool.
So two doves met another,
little, white thing,
Swept one off his feet,
in the romance of spring.
And one foolish fish,
fell in love with a shark,
I...
#love
#birds
#funny
#fish
#FallingInLove
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STORY POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 3:41pm
20th Dec 2010 3:41pm
Prince Charming (And his love of all things.)
Prince Charming was a fine man,
who fell in love one day,
with a pretty, little lady,
named Cinders
and he banished the step-family away.
He went off to the woods,
in search of a rabbit,
and instead his ears were
stolen by music.
Snow White.
Snow White was stunning,
with ebony hair,
she sung like an angel,
but he left her there.
He went back to Cinders,
if only for a day,
and told her his heart was stolen away.
So he returned to Snow White only to find,
She was locked in a glass case
with Dwarves behind.
He...
who fell in love one day,
with a pretty, little lady,
named Cinders
and he banished the step-family away.
He went off to the woods,
in search of a rabbit,
and instead his ears were
stolen by music.
Snow White.
Snow White was stunning,
with ebony hair,
she sung like an angel,
but he left her there.
He went back to Cinders,
if only for a day,
and told her his heart was stolen away.
So he returned to Snow White only to find,
She was locked in a glass case
with Dwarves behind.
He...
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