Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Close the door
The table is on its back
and the lamp is on its head,
the ashtray is on its chip
and the lighter is on its side.
Everything is upside down, at least inside my mind. Start
with fights, end with honeymoon period. I suppose I lived inside a smile,
as a child. The countless days or countable days of Summer
and Autumn and Spring,
not Winter, never Winter.
These childhood dreams that sparked their weary, long-cupboarded heads
when you came a-knocking.
I dropped the table from the door way,
and turned the lamp on so...
and the lamp is on its head,
the ashtray is on its chip
and the lighter is on its side.
Everything is upside down, at least inside my mind. Start
with fights, end with honeymoon period. I suppose I lived inside a smile,
as a child. The countless days or countable days of Summer
and Autumn and Spring,
not Winter, never Winter.
These childhood dreams that sparked their weary, long-cupboarded heads
when you came a-knocking.
I dropped the table from the door way,
and turned the lamp on so...
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Murder
Contusionswire through my blood
like the tired screams of a child
fromtheir cot
left to
rot,
too hot in such fury-filled daylight with
wide windowswafting wild wind.
Now everything's screaming in return,
child is bleeding on the floor,
there's the stench
I mentioned to
worker bees.
Though too late to take action. Accountability
avidly aches across arkward arms.
Three shot dead and mother survived.
Amonstrousity of depressed flesh,
and what made her do it?
There was a stench from ...
like the tired screams of a child
fromtheir cot
left to
rot,
too hot in such fury-filled daylight with
wide windowswafting wild wind.
Now everything's screaming in return,
child is bleeding on the floor,
there's the stench
I mentioned to
worker bees.
Though too late to take action. Accountability
avidly aches across arkward arms.
Three shot dead and mother survived.
Amonstrousity of depressed flesh,
and what made her do it?
There was a stench from ...
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His Hand.
In the beginning there were carnivores. A mere abozzo in God‘s fragmented hand. Qliphoths
roaming the Earth and lingering lazily in the bodies of non-consensual donors. Ebony eyes
like liquorice yet hollow and forbidding time. All the blood. It’s not funny.
Yet in God’s hand the mistakes are made.
Foreign time, as time moves on to a climaxing society of death and sex. Get the Ouija board
and stand in your pentacle formation. This is no comedy piece. Toying with the dead
whilst playing with the clit. Inviting in a Devil’s pregnancy. All the blood. It’s...
roaming the Earth and lingering lazily in the bodies of non-consensual donors. Ebony eyes
like liquorice yet hollow and forbidding time. All the blood. It’s not funny.
Yet in God’s hand the mistakes are made.
Foreign time, as time moves on to a climaxing society of death and sex. Get the Ouija board
and stand in your pentacle formation. This is no comedy piece. Toying with the dead
whilst playing with the clit. Inviting in a Devil’s pregnancy. All the blood. It’s...
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Laufen
Hello,
there's someone still here.
Laufen.
Müde
noch
getrieben.
Holding my final breath,
so not to forget all you said.
'Appreciate each breath you have, it's life. You're alive.'
Look for me inside the empty bottle,
inside the broken words,
inside your silent tears.
I know you were scared too,
and now just angry.
Hollow as the bottle.
Laufen.
Müde
noch
getrieben.
Hirngespinst. My pipedream.
I walk away to snow and ice to melt and remould my near-silent heart,...
there's someone still here.
Laufen.
Müde
noch
getrieben.
Holding my final breath,
so not to forget all you said.
'Appreciate each breath you have, it's life. You're alive.'
Look for me inside the empty bottle,
inside the broken words,
inside your silent tears.
I know you were scared too,
and now just angry.
Hollow as the bottle.
Laufen.
Müde
noch
getrieben.
Hirngespinst. My pipedream.
I walk away to snow and ice to melt and remould my near-silent heart,...
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Alter
It seems the world put a spanner,
Big spanner,
In the works to alter
My alter
Universe.
The one I tried to form
for you. I can try to hate it,
But perhaps it saw another way
from it's tilted view point.
Andthe worldkeepsspinning
And I’m so dizzy.
Mysteel nail fell
Between the cracked tiles
Of my Jager washed
Mind. I don’t mind.
I’llkeep, likefrozenbread,
Crawling floors of a backstreet
Bagel shop
Looking for a nail
Between the dirty tiles
Because I love you. I don’t mind.
I’ll stay, a...
Big spanner,
In the works to alter
My alter
Universe.
The one I tried to form
for you. I can try to hate it,
But perhaps it saw another way
from it's tilted view point.
Andthe worldkeepsspinning
And I’m so dizzy.
Mysteel nail fell
Between the cracked tiles
Of my Jager washed
Mind. I don’t mind.
I’llkeep, likefrozenbread,
Crawling floors of a backstreet
Bagel shop
Looking for a nail
Between the dirty tiles
Because I love you. I don’t mind.
I’ll stay, a...
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Light Switch (The best thing I ever did.)
Back here
after a year
between the socks and toys
and joints. Our joints not spliffs.
We go out
like the light switch,
from a home,
in an electrical explosion.
We burst
our fiery flames across
the dimly lit street
for as long as we may
until gently we run
into shadows.
Oblivious to the other
we could walk past each other
and not feel the flames.
Two shadows
crawling streets
and screaming names
to come for wisdom and safety
...
after a year
between the socks and toys
and joints. Our joints not spliffs.
We go out
like the light switch,
from a home,
in an electrical explosion.
We burst
our fiery flames across
the dimly lit street
for as long as we may
until gently we run
into shadows.
Oblivious to the other
we could walk past each other
and not feel the flames.
Two shadows
crawling streets
and screaming names
to come for wisdom and safety
...
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Google It
Google it.
I wrote in 'Dickhead.'
Hoped it'd show
a picture of him, with his ebony hair
and his infectious stare
and, like a dead carcass, me right there
at his feet. My hands would be tied
together and dyed in crimson.
My lips would be cracked where he cut them
with his razorblade kisses
meant as misses to my cheeks.
Avenge me.
It all looks so bleak -
but if you Google 'Dickhead', you won't find him
and you won't find me. It was murderless crime.
It was a merciless crime
and I'm empty,...
I wrote in 'Dickhead.'
Hoped it'd show
a picture of him, with his ebony hair
and his infectious stare
and, like a dead carcass, me right there
at his feet. My hands would be tied
together and dyed in crimson.
My lips would be cracked where he cut them
with his razorblade kisses
meant as misses to my cheeks.
Avenge me.
It all looks so bleak -
but if you Google 'Dickhead', you won't find him
and you won't find me. It was murderless crime.
It was a merciless crime
and I'm empty,...
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Drunk-erdy-drunokthlkghj
Horse races and towers and shithead.
How drunk will we get?
Drunk-erdy-drunk. Me thinks.
Drunk like skunk, me thinks.
No more time to think...I think.
Oh, I give up.
I'm drunk-erdy-drunk
on horse races and towers and shithead.
How drunk will we get?
Drunk-erdy-drunk. Me thinks.
Drunk like skunk, me thinks.
No more time to think...I think.
Oh, I give up.
I'm drunk-erdy-drunk
on horse races and towers and shithead.
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Frankenstein
You were similar to swallowing gravel.
I loved the way
you made me sick. Now I love the way
alcohol does it as I swallow down
the last pieces of rotten flesh
and forget the memories
upon an orgy of misuse.
I loved the way
you made me sick. Now I love the way
alcohol does it as I swallow down
the last pieces of rotten flesh
and forget the memories
upon an orgy of misuse.
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Excuse my french.
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A New Sonnet
Painful, Ifall to you for trust
as your light casts it's line throughmy eyes.
There is such natural,quaint light and it palls ourcoils to rust.
Our tempestuous words, blessed by suchdelicate kisses, line my once virginal thighs.
You onlyeducate yourself to believe
I was the first to tend to your wildly innocent places
because your light was light and it did concieve
an idea whilst bathing in many faces.
I lured the vicar to pray for you
when you had no comprehension of the lengths of my feeling.
I did not mind...
as your light casts it's line throughmy eyes.
There is such natural,quaint light and it palls ourcoils to rust.
Our tempestuous words, blessed by suchdelicate kisses, line my once virginal thighs.
You onlyeducate yourself to believe
I was the first to tend to your wildly innocent places
because your light was light and it did concieve
an idea whilst bathing in many faces.
I lured the vicar to pray for you
when you had no comprehension of the lengths of my feeling.
I did not mind...
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Deviled Darling.
We took the butterflies, cut their wings
and set them to life
in your eyes.
We took the flowers, cut their stems
and put themto a vase
in our kitchen.
I'ma cotton wool buddancing for a neon city.
Take my hand,
let's watch the lights.
There arefireworks.
We ran 'cross a beach,stealing stones
putting them in our pockets -
if everwe wanted to walk away.
We took a drive, hit a ditch,
danced in the midnight moonlight.
That'sour old fashioned way.
I'm a foolish flare gun...
and set them to life
in your eyes.
We took the flowers, cut their stems
and put themto a vase
in our kitchen.
I'ma cotton wool buddancing for a neon city.
Take my hand,
let's watch the lights.
There arefireworks.
We ran 'cross a beach,stealing stones
putting them in our pockets -
if everwe wanted to walk away.
We took a drive, hit a ditch,
danced in the midnight moonlight.
That'sour old fashioned way.
I'm a foolish flare gun...
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