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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 pleasure, let me know what you think. [474 words]
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] Shopping (Short Stories) She went shopping - he was left home alone... [501 words] [Relationships] 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] 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]
The Office T J Rintoull
Seated wrongly on a swivel chair, staring blankly at the screen, I wait.
Hoping blindly for something other than this poor inanimate excuse for a business partner, I shuffle through pages and files, effort expended for little reward. Telephones, the screaming bell wrenching the silence through which I give pause to the lives of others, allaying fears and making judgements for those too feeble to amble through life without an advisory, a parental factor on the line directing their every move.
Still seated, still shuffling, still waiting, I hope to God that it will end soon. I glance at my desk clock, realising with a cautionary glare at the consistently stubborn teledex that hell has little more than half closed. Again, the telephone, the ear-pounding squall for which I curse Bell daily, another belligerent lost soul hurling excuses and abuses down the line while I calmly mumble platitudes in their general direction. Again I glance at my desk clock, and a smile curls at the corners of my grimace as I notice an entire half hour has passed; a block of ice found by a desert straggler.
The mind drifts, wandering elsewhere, to far away countries, to lands where success is bountiful and sleep is moreso. I while away the working day dreaming of sunny skies and starry nights, of freedom of expression and payment for expressing my lifelong dreams on string and canvas. The world drifts into oblivion, there is only me, I, the one, and those with whom I truly wish to be, rather than the chattering chimps I call work colleagues; they are better known as those who surround me on a daily basis.
The third round comes up with the desk clock; the eyes dart hopefully forward, my daydreaming a helpful reminder that much time has been wasted away where drudgery and industry could have been employed. Yet, what do I find but the minute hand has moved only some five measly minutes!
Inwardly the howl of despair resounds, I am a supervillain thwarted by the hero Time. I curse as if I were the cheesiest character on any sitcom ever, crying out against my non-existant Gods for their terrible trickery and mockery of my loathesome life. The workers are chattering, their din is caving in on my despair, the phone is ringing and the files are piling up, and still the screen is blank! I am falling, I am dying, I am about to tear my hair from the head it calls its home.
A sudden flash, a word of type, a word of text.
Here comes a message from outside this little world, nothing more than a simple hello; and herewith I see, that as this one for whom I long begins to speak to me, at last I know that in only a matter of hours I shall at last be free.
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