Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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Sharp Things
I'm dripping in feathers
and mud. Whilst trying to pull
the feathers from my flesh I bleed.
It seems so strange to taste your ways
and your bitterness on my tongue
without touching you. I can't
make sense of your flare or
how you may dare to run
and run back. I've found
my home - on your bed
of thorns...Though I think I'll sell up
and move
soon.
and mud. Whilst trying to pull
the feathers from my flesh I bleed.
It seems so strange to taste your ways
and your bitterness on my tongue
without touching you. I can't
make sense of your flare or
how you may dare to run
and run back. I've found
my home - on your bed
of thorns...Though I think I'll sell up
and move
soon.
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Old Territory
We took the train
to taste the same wines and fruits and scars and stars. Waste of time as
you send me home without you. I can't stand the constant gravitational pull. It makes
me want to rip out your hair
and have an affair with an old lover. I don't know
I'm ashamed of the frame of mind I'm in
but I want to run. You make me want to run. How can one
love? Show me the way out.
Tomorrow perhaps you'll reassure me but the likelihood
looks so unsure. You're walking on paved gold
and you make me crawl, sometimes. Other days...
to taste the same wines and fruits and scars and stars. Waste of time as
you send me home without you. I can't stand the constant gravitational pull. It makes
me want to rip out your hair
and have an affair with an old lover. I don't know
I'm ashamed of the frame of mind I'm in
but I want to run. You make me want to run. How can one
love? Show me the way out.
Tomorrow perhaps you'll reassure me but the likelihood
looks so unsure. You're walking on paved gold
and you make me crawl, sometimes. Other days...
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We're a-learning...curve.
Cloudiest days filled with light,
lightning hits and I'm uptight
yet you fool me out of my pretense and
lead me back from my fright -
Strange. We study stars on beaches of a country
we're familiar with yet have not truly seen.
I am lost in what has been
and you are watching. My heart so keen
to know this feeling and embrace the sadness.
Your doubts alone are more than darkness.
Don't fret. It's passionless.
You feel love, you only doubt its calm
and time for ourselves will do no...
lightning hits and I'm uptight
yet you fool me out of my pretense and
lead me back from my fright -
Strange. We study stars on beaches of a country
we're familiar with yet have not truly seen.
I am lost in what has been
and you are watching. My heart so keen
to know this feeling and embrace the sadness.
Your doubts alone are more than darkness.
Don't fret. It's passionless.
You feel love, you only doubt its calm
and time for ourselves will do no...
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Anyone
What a shame the world spins tilted.
What a shame you take my breath.
What a shame we'll never kiss,
what a shame we'll never touch,
what a shame I'll never wish
for something more than this.
What a shame lyrics have no meaning,
what a shame I carry on.
What a shame I lock it up.
What a shame I carry on.
What a shame if I could have my way
you're the only one.
What a shame I could be anyone.
What a shame you take my breath.
What a shame we'll never kiss,
what a shame we'll never touch,
what a shame I'll never wish
for something more than this.
What a shame lyrics have no meaning,
what a shame I carry on.
What a shame I lock it up.
What a shame I carry on.
What a shame if I could have my way
you're the only one.
What a shame I could be anyone.
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etisoppo gninaem
the greatest joy could lift the weight
and you wouldn't be there to drop me
never letting me fixing and left distraught
when i remain oblivious your at your best
often when pages are unread out of
my stomach blossoms feeling ripe
i adore the sweet remarks in every poems
perhaps i read too much and can see the hate
but i know that when i remain oblivious your at your best
Just please keep thinking shallow until you sink, drown, die.
and i don't disbelieve we wont perish.
Written by a friend.
and you wouldn't be there to drop me
never letting me fixing and left distraught
when i remain oblivious your at your best
often when pages are unread out of
my stomach blossoms feeling ripe
i adore the sweet remarks in every poems
perhaps i read too much and can see the hate
but i know that when i remain oblivious your at your best
Just please keep thinking shallow until you sink, drown, die.
and i don't disbelieve we wont perish.
Written by a friend.
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Diablo
Useless brown rizlas, the taste of liquorice, sitting on the table.
My foundation falling from my cheeks due to heat. Summer shining
through the conservatory glass and claiming, melting and ruining
my chocolate bar. I wait until he wakes
from the futon, still covered in my perfume,
and inhales the sea air from our escapism act. We have such outrageous, tragic good fortune.
It plays on my strings. Echoing
through the closed windows, and the beads that roll down my face.
He's never coming home, like the bee that dies ...
My foundation falling from my cheeks due to heat. Summer shining
through the conservatory glass and claiming, melting and ruining
my chocolate bar. I wait until he wakes
from the futon, still covered in my perfume,
and inhales the sea air from our escapism act. We have such outrageous, tragic good fortune.
It plays on my strings. Echoing
through the closed windows, and the beads that roll down my face.
He's never coming home, like the bee that dies ...
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Toxic to feel
Toxic to Feel
He rose before I even opened my eyes.
Lost in the day, he'd fucked off. Wedding ring
sits, dead as I waste enough time to believe
he'll come home. These wine glasses
smudged with my rouge lipstick,
it's upon his heart. Hearts feed his appetite.
He grills them to feed again. My heart
was another choice, another night's roast.
He filled me with pesto and lathered me
in sauce. Repair my broken wing before
you sing 'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even...
He rose before I even opened my eyes.
Lost in the day, he'd fucked off. Wedding ring
sits, dead as I waste enough time to believe
he'll come home. These wine glasses
smudged with my rouge lipstick,
it's upon his heart. Hearts feed his appetite.
He grills them to feed again. My heart
was another choice, another night's roast.
He filled me with pesto and lathered me
in sauce. Repair my broken wing before
you sing 'Hallelujah' but don't sing
if you don't know what it means. He rose
before I even...
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Diatribe
The green walls are sludge hanging from the corpses of our lies
and the black lines like the black eyeliner of a backwards goth cross batman.
It's only as I'm content.
It's only that I'm useless when happy.
Yet I am aware
it's swings and roundabouts
soon I'll be starting an unconscious diatribe,
attending diatribe counseling,
diatribe on meals,
diatribe on work,
diatribe on clothes,
diatribe on fishes,
diatribe on the tasteless,
that'll be the thing to change me
but until then
I'll just wrap up in his arms and for ...
and the black lines like the black eyeliner of a backwards goth cross batman.
It's only as I'm content.
It's only that I'm useless when happy.
Yet I am aware
it's swings and roundabouts
soon I'll be starting an unconscious diatribe,
attending diatribe counseling,
diatribe on meals,
diatribe on work,
diatribe on clothes,
diatribe on fishes,
diatribe on the tasteless,
that'll be the thing to change me
but until then
I'll just wrap up in his arms and for ...
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Melodic Calm
Noise on a Thursday morning
we're shaking our responsibilities
and our clothes and our rat-tail hair and our sweat-covered dreams.
He whispers electricity through my ear,
falling out onto the pillow like the cat's whiskers or his nail clippings.
We watch a bird fly across the, almost, empty, grey sky
and I silently wish we were light
and small,
could climb upon it's back and fly.
Knock on the door,
I need him to be strong for me.
Will power is made with plastic and iron and brick
while I long for the breeze, the...
we're shaking our responsibilities
and our clothes and our rat-tail hair and our sweat-covered dreams.
He whispers electricity through my ear,
falling out onto the pillow like the cat's whiskers or his nail clippings.
We watch a bird fly across the, almost, empty, grey sky
and I silently wish we were light
and small,
could climb upon it's back and fly.
Knock on the door,
I need him to be strong for me.
Will power is made with plastic and iron and brick
while I long for the breeze, the...
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Infectious plum
I just lost again.
Another day to wonder why
I'm blue and black in the name of heart.
I call you in
the middle
of the night and expect
you'll jump
into your car and
wait for the ambulance to hail their wicked scream
through my bloody ears.
They'll patch me up on the floor
as I'm lying on my side,
shaking
at the thought of you seeing
the night in it's infectious plum wonderand I wonder
if you are still
fond of me
or shy of the sparkas I no longer have the spark in my eyes.
Frightened.
A broken deer you curl into...
Another day to wonder why
I'm blue and black in the name of heart.
I call you in
the middle
of the night and expect
you'll jump
into your car and
wait for the ambulance to hail their wicked scream
through my bloody ears.
They'll patch me up on the floor
as I'm lying on my side,
shaking
at the thought of you seeing
the night in it's infectious plum wonderand I wonder
if you are still
fond of me
or shy of the sparkas I no longer have the spark in my eyes.
Frightened.
A broken deer you curl into...
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Volatile First Time.
The words that spring to mind cut the silence with a plastic knife,
this pink plastic knife
and Rags hides his head, beneath the pillow on my bed whilst the other disappointed toys run from my room and hide.
You do this so constantly, make us put on a facade to the world,
yet I am ebony and plum beneath the long sleeved shirt.
You throw the first punch, as you always have,
losing your temper with me over some silly comment I made.
"It was out of line. I'm sorry."
and although it's sick catching your hand feels like a ninja's work
whilst my CD...
this pink plastic knife
and Rags hides his head, beneath the pillow on my bed whilst the other disappointed toys run from my room and hide.
You do this so constantly, make us put on a facade to the world,
yet I am ebony and plum beneath the long sleeved shirt.
You throw the first punch, as you always have,
losing your temper with me over some silly comment I made.
"It was out of line. I'm sorry."
and although it's sick catching your hand feels like a ninja's work
whilst my CD...
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The Swans and The Lily Pad.
Let me be your ugly duckling.
You can lick me, tend me, feed me
or kiss and nibble and scratch this tired flesh.
Oh God,
slow.
Just light another cigarette for
I can feel you creeping under my skin.
My feathers are ruffled.
Don't push -
I can't
lose
this time.
My breathing is out of
control.
Humanor swan?
Make my black feathers
change.Colour these plush feathers
with your long, white eraser.
Pull me from my contorted body
and roast me.
Oh God,
slow.
I slide from our lily pad, ...
You can lick me, tend me, feed me
or kiss and nibble and scratch this tired flesh.
Oh God,
slow.
Just light another cigarette for
I can feel you creeping under my skin.
My feathers are ruffled.
Don't push -
I can't
lose
this time.
My breathing is out of
control.
Humanor swan?
Make my black feathers
change.Colour these plush feathers
with your long, white eraser.
Pull me from my contorted body
and roast me.
Oh God,
slow.
I slide from our lily pad, ...
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