Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Seaweed coffee
Garish
- Is he.The mere, pale hazard light
that shines with neither bulb nor match.
Glaring upon the new born book and spitting in the personal coffee. Straight out
of university he sits flicking away his cigarette
and reading an unknown title. I don't ask
him questions, no one does.“Stay quiet,
he drinks all day.” Coffee shop assistants don't bother him in March.
I sit, with my camera, fiddling with my slides,
hoping not to attract attention. I'm hoping to
catch him, for an art project.
He has the most daunting face,...
- Is he.The mere, pale hazard light
that shines with neither bulb nor match.
Glaring upon the new born book and spitting in the personal coffee. Straight out
of university he sits flicking away his cigarette
and reading an unknown title. I don't ask
him questions, no one does.“Stay quiet,
he drinks all day.” Coffee shop assistants don't bother him in March.
I sit, with my camera, fiddling with my slides,
hoping not to attract attention. I'm hoping to
catch him, for an art project.
He has the most daunting face,...
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Exposed.
On my hot air balloon
we were sailing on a backwards tide
and upside down on the see-saw of it. We'd
been hiding our affections in that basket
at least inthe corner of it, less near the rain. I'd been saying
tothe public sky. 'I won't love this man, he's not worth my time.'
Yet under the princess covers we packed in the box I say it with pride. Yet
you want me to scream it at the top of my lungs
until they're bleeding, until I'm creeping
round this square, flyingbasketon hands and knees
but I won't do that, I don't trust you, you...
we were sailing on a backwards tide
and upside down on the see-saw of it. We'd
been hiding our affections in that basket
at least inthe corner of it, less near the rain. I'd been saying
tothe public sky. 'I won't love this man, he's not worth my time.'
Yet under the princess covers we packed in the box I say it with pride. Yet
you want me to scream it at the top of my lungs
until they're bleeding, until I'm creeping
round this square, flyingbasketon hands and knees
but I won't do that, I don't trust you, you...
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Shame
I wished to feel youhere,
strokingaway the bitter
after
taste.
Istretched your ghostly frame
across every inch of my big bed. I laid
above it holding my
strange
lonely
mind.
You kiss me from a translucent
stance and you wrap yourself within my thighs.
Beneath midnight, fighting
starlightto catch a break.
We are both moaning
at least
with every breath
we take.
It's lonely inside,
and yet I'm raping the memories
and kissing wounds
and reviving violence
and reliving the damn experience.
I can only...
strokingaway the bitter
after
taste.
Istretched your ghostly frame
across every inch of my big bed. I laid
above it holding my
strange
lonely
mind.
You kiss me from a translucent
stance and you wrap yourself within my thighs.
Beneath midnight, fighting
starlightto catch a break.
We are both moaning
at least
with every breath
we take.
It's lonely inside,
and yet I'm raping the memories
and kissing wounds
and reviving violence
and reliving the damn experience.
I can only...
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I could
Unfortunate grounding for a pup
stationed in the torture of your head
if I could run and hide
I would
if I could bark the pain out or scratch
until my paws bled
I would
Strange as it sounds
and we could be master and dog
I'd begood I swear,
my affections aren't predictable
but
I would never voice my concerns.
Don't drown me in your bath water,
three weeks old and threatened by your plugged in radio.
Everything would be okay
if I could just eat and snuggle into your legs
I would.
I wish we could hold...
stationed in the torture of your head
if I could run and hide
I would
if I could bark the pain out or scratch
until my paws bled
I would
Strange as it sounds
and we could be master and dog
I'd begood I swear,
my affections aren't predictable
but
I would never voice my concerns.
Don't drown me in your bath water,
three weeks old and threatened by your plugged in radio.
Everything would be okay
if I could just eat and snuggle into your legs
I would.
I wish we could hold...
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Promise us.
Quiet now,
my little one. Hush.
We have taken steps to our private retribution.
I heard that we don't feel the same -
it was told by someone else
unto me, yet passed
by you. Hurts home,
mypretty one.
I swear all has changed,
since two days ago
we were okay.
Yet
I find when we are alone,
here I don't see another way
of running back.
Now the curtains have closed
and the doors are bolted.
It is such sweet shame
and
yet
we are
quiet now
finally.
There...
my little one. Hush.
We have taken steps to our private retribution.
I heard that we don't feel the same -
it was told by someone else
unto me, yet passed
by you. Hurts home,
mypretty one.
I swear all has changed,
since two days ago
we were okay.
Yet
I find when we are alone,
here I don't see another way
of running back.
Now the curtains have closed
and the doors are bolted.
It is such sweet shame
and
yet
we are
quiet now
finally.
There...
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Karma.
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Three word inspiration (Fool)
You achieved something
unachievable. I was
left as someone
with nosustenance.
I was someone
smoking on your
blackened eyes. I
aimed for stars
fell down your
well, dragged back
to Hell challenging
my limits. I
suppose it made
you a little
happier to see
someone as bitter
as you. You
were wrong and
I was right.
You could not
break me this
time. I aim
right at you,
look you dead
in the eyes
and I let
you know, prick,
"You were a ...
unachievable. I was
left as someone
with nosustenance.
I was someone
smoking on your
blackened eyes. I
aimed for stars
fell down your
well, dragged back
to Hell challenging
my limits. I
suppose it made
you a little
happier to see
someone as bitter
as you. You
were wrong and
I was right.
You could not
break me this
time. I aim
right at you,
look you dead
in the eyes
and I let
you know, prick,
"You were a ...
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Tyre
Fresh lilies bathe in the mid-morn sun
andmy geese dance in the water.
We swing hand in hand
waiting for the rope-tied car tyre,we swing on, to fall.
The lilies are ruined and rotten
andmy geese were shot for father's lunch.
Myhand is now filled with matches
and the tyre’s burning thoughstill ithangs from the tree.
The lilies don’t grow anymore
andmy geese have aspergillosis.
My hand quiverstrying to save them
as that tyre still fucking hangs from the tree.
The lilies are on my casket
and the geese, I...
andmy geese dance in the water.
We swing hand in hand
waiting for the rope-tied car tyre,we swing on, to fall.
The lilies are ruined and rotten
andmy geese were shot for father's lunch.
Myhand is now filled with matches
and the tyre’s burning thoughstill ithangs from the tree.
The lilies don’t grow anymore
andmy geese have aspergillosis.
My hand quiverstrying to save them
as that tyre still fucking hangs from the tree.
The lilies are on my casket
and the geese, I...
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Those heavy eyes
Lack of comprehension staring out from its open window, no theory or sensibility just pathetic dramatics and madness.
That's some fire that blazed its way through your resolute rationality. I suppose its too much for us all
too tired to be happy, too tired to try, something like a worm
danced its way through your ear, into your brain and took out the conscienceless beauty.
I craved and envied that, God forgive me. I took the best friend, closed the door
and still you lived in a red nose and clown make-up. The show
over hours ago, and you carried on...
That's some fire that blazed its way through your resolute rationality. I suppose its too much for us all
too tired to be happy, too tired to try, something like a worm
danced its way through your ear, into your brain and took out the conscienceless beauty.
I craved and envied that, God forgive me. I took the best friend, closed the door
and still you lived in a red nose and clown make-up. The show
over hours ago, and you carried on...
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I don't want (Oh, I don't need, I just don't care.)
I'm not goingto wake up
today. Time has
frozen. Time has
stopped but it's not a
time-warp. I've been lost
in the wash, in your dark jean pocket. The silver coin
that screams at you before you break the machine. The silver
coin that warns you, if left unattended will never be the same,
will cause more damage than ever intended. Silly, silver coin cannot speak its words.
I don't want you
Oh, I don't need -
and babe, I just don't care.
I'm not goingto eat
today. My throat is
swollen. My throat won't
swallow but...
today. Time has
frozen. Time has
stopped but it's not a
time-warp. I've been lost
in the wash, in your dark jean pocket. The silver coin
that screams at you before you break the machine. The silver
coin that warns you, if left unattended will never be the same,
will cause more damage than ever intended. Silly, silver coin cannot speak its words.
I don't want you
Oh, I don't need -
and babe, I just don't care.
I'm not goingto eat
today. My throat is
swollen. My throat won't
swallow but...
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Innocence
Gasoline dribbles through my hand
with patchwork lies on the patchwork sand.
I stencil colours into myself,
kicking it on the loveless shelf
and answers; theydo not come to me.
The lies remain all that I can see,
I do not care,
you are not there.
There is just a mirage of what has been
and the remaining damage of a love caught between
the gaps of my gasoline covered fingertips
with patchwork lies I cannot forget.
with patchwork lies on the patchwork sand.
I stencil colours into myself,
kicking it on the loveless shelf
and answers; theydo not come to me.
The lies remain all that I can see,
I do not care,
you are not there.
There is just a mirage of what has been
and the remaining damage of a love caught between
the gaps of my gasoline covered fingertips
with patchwork lies I cannot forget.
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Diary
We beat over a thorn-filled bramble
and say not what the mind allows to enter in.
It'sthe doorway with no wooden guard.
Find yourself unguarded.
We heard of love and tasted it on tip
of lollipops, and in guardian eyes.
The standing point for all others to challenge.
Challenge yourself to feel.
And when the stations off load their guns
with weary eyes and skipped generations and effortless sympathy.
The embrace of home and warmth and comfort.
Allow yourself to be weak
once more.
and say not what the mind allows to enter in.
It'sthe doorway with no wooden guard.
Find yourself unguarded.
We heard of love and tasted it on tip
of lollipops, and in guardian eyes.
The standing point for all others to challenge.
Challenge yourself to feel.
And when the stations off load their guns
with weary eyes and skipped generations and effortless sympathy.
The embrace of home and warmth and comfort.
Allow yourself to be weak
once more.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)