Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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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...
1088 reads
2 Comments
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
1460 reads
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2010 3:27pm
20th Dec 2010 3:27pm
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.
1091 reads
2 Comments
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