ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY WORKS! ------------------------------------------------- T J Rintoull, born 1983, currently residing on the Gold Coast in Australia, grew up in a combination of city housing, winnebago travelling and bush shacks, before entering the worlds of music, art and literature. Told often that he should have attended university to better himself, instead he devotes his time to working dead end jobs in order to pay the bills, and his spare time to creating music and literature. He confesses that although he loves to paint he has no ability with a brush whatsoever. Currently T J Rintoull resides with his fiance in a small flat, as he continues to attempt a measure of success with his band and his writing. _________________________________________________ PLEASE READ AND REVIEW MY WORKS! [May 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (43) A Better Friend (Poetry) Poem for solitude and loneliness. [94 words] [Motivational] A Haiku (Poetry) A Haiku [8 words] [Mind] A Name Will Come (Songs) The first of many song lyrics to be included here - this written for the world today, for things we've lost, faith in ourselves and many other things - this is the title song of my band. [218 words] [Spiritual] A Simple Hope (Poetry) A short poem I wrote while at work. [57 words] [Motivational] A Sudden Burst Of Sunshine (Short Stories) Arty awakens on a farm with amnesia and is forced over a single day to come to grips with his former life. [7,122 words] [Popular Fiction] Bald (Poetry) A complaint against nature and pattern baldness. [132 words] [Nature] Bathroom Memorial (Short Stories) A rare moment of reverse joy in the life of a depressive semi-suicidal. [744 words] [Mind] Brothers And Sisters (Songs) I was told, "good people don't like you" This was the result. [128 words] [Relationships] California Gothic (Poetry) This poem is simultaneously a blighted personal love poem and one big metaphor for an attack on modern society. [155 words] [Motivational] Cliches Are Still Feelings (Poetry) The entire poem is one big cliche nowadays, or so I'm told. Is it still relevant? Is it thematic plagiarism? You be the judge. [90 words] [Romance] Downtime (Poetry) Lyrics to a song, written for my band. [164 words] [Motivational] Epistle To Faeries Past (Short Stories) A letter to a ghost of the past. [814 words] [Drama] Fire Fright (Poetry) Read the poem please. [172 words] [Mind] Goin Pro (Songs) Sarcasm, metaphor, this song is all of these things and more. Unless of course you're going pro... [63 words] [Erotic] In Dreams (Poetry) Poem written at work, for nothing more than disillusioned ambition. [69 words] [Motivational] Left (Poetry) It's not really a poem about breakups, although initially it would seems so. It's about more than that - interpersonal relationships falling apart, as well as a minor metaphor for the world at large. [152 words] [Relationships] Moments To Remember (Short Stories) The first and last moments of true love... [683 words] [Romance] New Year's Day (Poetry) This was written on the morning of the new year. [105 words] [Mind] One Small Step At A Time (Short Stories) A glass-half empty kind of guy named Allan makes a big triumph in a small tragedy. [494 words] [Psychology] Out Of Ink, Out Of Time (Short Stories) Tongue-in cheek short story about office work and accidents of quantum physics. [627 words] [Literary Fiction] Poem For Poet's Sake (Poetry) A poem about the poet - striking out westward in search of something new. [99 words] [Mind] Poem - Reasons (Poetry) Lyrics for a song. [179 words] [Mind] Poena Acer (Poetry) Short Lyric Poem. [27 words] [Mind] Poena Aetas (Poetry) As always, sophomore description of heartache and pain, this time expressed as a tattoo. [83 words] [Mind] Poena Affectus (Poetry) Small collection of lyrics and poems, (also lyric poems) - many of these are untitled. [1,142 words] [Mind] Poena Convoco (Poetry) Another metaphoric, or perhaps not so metaphoric attack on the modern world - but as always I seem to constrict its purity with personal memories. [120 words] [Business] Poena Defendo (Poetry) Poem written while attending a carnival/field day in the heart of country pig hunting territory; these words were inspired by some of the people and imagery at the functions I attended. [77 words] [Animal] Poena Flumen (Poetry) Of Rivers and Flowers and Life And Love and Pain. [87 words] [Spiritual] Poena Labo (Poetry) On friends liars and life. [91 words] [Relationships] Poena Speculum (Poetry) For the wanderer and watcher. [52 words] Poena Termes (Poetry) A tree falling. A teardrop landing. [21 words] [Nature] Poena Texo (Poetry) Second Collection Of Short Poems On The General Subject Of Pain - dealing with inner and outer turmoil, conflict and heartache. Deep. [364 words] Poeta Postulo (Poetry) The poet's question of his feminist muse. [226 words] Sleep Insane (Poetry) Continuation of California Gothic, but from a different mind, view, philosophy and life. [83 words] [Mind] The Evening Red (Poetry) Do you drink....wine? [46 words] [Health] The Golden Man (Poetry) Originally I thought to make this a story - but I thought it better as a short poem. [96 words] [Spiritual] The Great Procrastination (Poetry) Self explanatory, really. [121 words] [Mind] The Office (Poetry) I couldn't work out if this was a micro-short or a prose poem. The way it's written it's a short story, but I think there's too much rhyme, and it's a bit too short. Anyway, here it is for your pleasu... [474 words] [Mind] This Marble Reflection (Poetry) Surrealism - in prose. [118 words] Toad (Poetry) Poem - about a toad. [50 words] Upon Waking (Poetry) Upon waking, this short lyric poem came to me. [60 words] [Psychology] Wamphyrri (Poetry) Romantic sense of the vampire. [177 words] [Horror] You Said.... (Poetry) Short freeform poem descriptive of the deserted wounded lover. [59 words] [Drama]
Shopping T J Rintoull
She walked out with her friend, leaving him there.
He stood in the doorway, watching them go, his sullen expression belying the mixture of emotions falling through him. The twitch of the peasant skirt her friend wore, the bare milk of her thighs, the way they oozed desire as her hips swayed toward the carriage, did nothing to ease his sorrow. It was her, not the friend, that he watched.
She whose black and white dyed hair flowed further away with each step, her knee length licorice skirt and matching blouse growing ever smaller as she walked away. It was this girl, his lover, that made his heart ache. She who told him she needed alone time, and time with the girls, time in the bathroom, in the shower, at work, and to rest. Always time, time for something or someone else, but never time to share with him.
They drove away, laughing, oblivious.
He closed the door, clutching briefly at the pain in his chest. Wandering toward the living room, he remembered she had left him chores as usual, washing, cleaning, items on a list prepared for no other reason than to taunt his self-esteem. Today he would not complete his slave tasks; he was no slave, rather a lover whose darling had lost interest, or respect, or both.
Plucking a sharp paring knife from the kitchen, he made his way to a quiet place, the only space in their home with a lock – something she used, often, to keep him away – and seated himself on the floor of the shower. He stared at the fine steel, admiring it, comparing its vicious double-edged beauty to that of his lover, knowing their nature to be intrinsically linked, wishing that it weren’t so brutally obvious. Cold tiles beneath his nakedness only added to feelings of betrayal and rejection, his tears warming the blade with sorrow as they fell, landing their salt on steel, mixing just a little warmth and spirit with metallic selfishness.
He made his decision.
Whimpering as the cut was made, he forced his will to continue. There could be no tomorrow, not for him, not for them; what he remembered as them was long dead anyhow, and so this was simply the final curtain in a long line of sorrowful and hypocritical acts. Cold, agonizingly beautiful and immaculately clean, just like her, cutting into his veins as she had cut into his heart and soul, the knife knew no mercy as his clenched fist forced it forward, onward, upward, tearing blood from his arm with the disdain of dead metal.
The blade clattered unceremoniously onto the blood-spattered tiles. He fell back, redness still pouring from his arm, knowing sleep was not far off, a peaceful sleep where he could dream of who she had been, never again to see the icy creature he knew she had become. A smile curled at the edge of his lips; now she would have all the time in the world.
He hoped she enjoyed her day of shopping.
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"Your story gave a truthful insight into relationships regarding one side.I found it interesting to read,you can tell that there is truth and real feeling,possibly hurt behind it.I think that by using these feelings to convey your story more subtly might work,let the story tell it,rather than stating the feelings outright.it may come across more powerfully.Try not to let your feelings rule the piece.I was confused as to the period of the writing as well.I think it could be a memorable story though." -- Rachael haydon, pulborough, england.
"Thank you, that's really helpful - I am glad to hear constructive criticism, it aids me in improving. Thanks!" -- TJ Rintoull.
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