Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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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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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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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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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 Smove.
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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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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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Skittles.
Poke a finger in my wound and
decide simply to stare,
popping tablets like Skittles,
it's a childish affair.
We're taking razors out of sharpeners,
and over counter drugs,
from several different shops,
to make sure we have enough.
Malibu poured into Baileys,
and shaken up inside,
every three tablets,
I drink a little more with pride.
And everyone's so happy,
I stopped to think of them,
I wish I never had to
open my eyes again.
decide simply to stare,
popping tablets like Skittles,
it's a childish affair.
We're taking razors out of sharpeners,
and over counter drugs,
from several different shops,
to make sure we have enough.
Malibu poured into Baileys,
and shaken up inside,
every three tablets,
I drink a little more with pride.
And everyone's so happy,
I stopped to think of them,
I wish I never had to
open my eyes again.
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Cannibal.
Don't make me say it again.
Bullet to the crown, head to the floor.
Don't make me do this.
You've pushed me to the brink,
everything you say or do causes me to drink.
Tequila, tequila scrambles me up
from the tiniest playground where I was kicked in the mud.
Let's not talk about it
that hurts the brain.
I'm still holding the gun
causing you pain.
Mental pain?
You know little,
you seem happier when I'm fucking insane.
Train the brain, move tothe beat ofa drum,
my second to smallest finger
is pressing the...
Bullet to the crown, head to the floor.
Don't make me do this.
You've pushed me to the brink,
everything you say or do causes me to drink.
Tequila, tequila scrambles me up
from the tiniest playground where I was kicked in the mud.
Let's not talk about it
that hurts the brain.
I'm still holding the gun
causing you pain.
Mental pain?
You know little,
you seem happier when I'm fucking insane.
Train the brain, move tothe beat ofa drum,
my second to smallest finger
is pressing the...
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Pretty hair
Fill my throat with Lithium,
then tryingto tell me to sing.
It's not over, not this time.
Fuck it, not so sure,
Least it's not a crime.
I've opened up these Quavers,
Damn, now I want some food,
I've opened up these Quavers,
To find it Pandora's box,
Would've done better with branches and withrocks.
You push me down to softness,
and stroke my pretty hair,
It always seems it's prettiest,
Whenever you are near.
Up againsta wall,
Choking out my strife
Then kissing me like you love me
That darling's my life.
On a plane,...
then tryingto tell me to sing.
It's not over, not this time.
Fuck it, not so sure,
Least it's not a crime.
I've opened up these Quavers,
Damn, now I want some food,
I've opened up these Quavers,
To find it Pandora's box,
Would've done better with branches and withrocks.
You push me down to softness,
and stroke my pretty hair,
It always seems it's prettiest,
Whenever you are near.
Up againsta wall,
Choking out my strife
Then kissing me like you love me
That darling's my life.
On a plane,...
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Lighter than two ton stone.
I wrote it down.
To know it was there.
Five people.
Standing on air.
Make the call.
We're staying away.
Lost in the city.
Pedigree dogs to stray.
Light the joint.
Passing like rain.
You're writing on paper.
The pen is mightier than the yellow stain.
Cuts ache my arm.
Red with clotted blood.
Where are the glasses?
In the playground mud.
Hurts your eyes.
Like I hurt mine.
Staring at a laptop screen.
By tomorrow, I'll be fine.
Start the screams.
Inside my head.
Beautiful mixture.
Of the unreal and dead....
To know it was there.
Five people.
Standing on air.
Make the call.
We're staying away.
Lost in the city.
Pedigree dogs to stray.
Light the joint.
Passing like rain.
You're writing on paper.
The pen is mightier than the yellow stain.
Cuts ache my arm.
Red with clotted blood.
Where are the glasses?
In the playground mud.
Hurts your eyes.
Like I hurt mine.
Staring at a laptop screen.
By tomorrow, I'll be fine.
Start the screams.
Inside my head.
Beautiful mixture.
Of the unreal and dead....
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