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] 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] 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]
Moments To Remember T J Rintoull
Will it be this kiss?
Will this at last be love, as you trace my lips with your velvet-covered fingers?
Your movements are slow, almost tremulous, as gloved nails touch my skin, these lips eagerly parting ever so slightly to wrap around soft downy material, teeth cutting down with practised ease, pulling and tugging the cover from your milky skin. Your quiet, shy giggle is less of amusement than genuine affection, and I know for certain, staring into your ocean eyes, that I will treasure this moment eternally, regardless of the outcome.
Questions bounce unbidden through the shadows of my mind, doing their ill-gotten best to deter me from your intent. I wonder momentarily if sobriety might have changed this meeting of skin and souls; might we in a better mind have walked away, thinking only sterile thoughts?
You push away my doubts like dust from a globe, forcing your body against me. Your bare skin brushes mine, ivory softness gliding across my face. I know now there can be no other option, and to turn away would be a crime against all I know in my heart to be right and true.
To look away from the light of real love is always a crime, no matter the fleeting nature of its course. I cannot choose a coward’s demise, not in conflict, and certainly not in a moment of pure and unadulterated beauty, a time of throbbing heartbeats and instinctive, sexual and spiritual perfection.
You put your lips to mine, pressing gently. I step into you, raising my arms around the soft seams of your dress, and trail a finger up your naked spine. You shiver almost imperceptibly, and this kiss takes on a new and ferocious life of its own, our lips dancing quietly against dim candlelight. My tongue flicks out across the arch of your mouth, and your desire takes it in without question.
You smell faintly of cigarettes and wine, but I know they’re not of your consumption. Your taste is delicate, fragrant, human, and I am certain you are everything I’ve ever wanted. You pull away, our lips breaking their embrace, and lock your gaze with mine. A new dance begins, your liquid blue stare breaking down the walls of my heart, and returning our eyes to their intended purpose. As I stare down your pupils into the home of your soul, I am reminded how similar the colour of your windows are to my own.
I know now I can no longer deny you, nor can I deny the path we’ve begun to walk. I’m tired of being jaded, tired of looking over every shoulder for a new heartache; sick to death of running. Until this moment, right here right now, I’d been running for what seemed like an eternity. Sailing across the ocean of life, lost and lonely and alone. Now, finding you in this dim place, our eyes mixing and rejoicing, your hands in mine and your breath in my lungs, I cannot be anything but yours.
This moment is my treasure; this moment is my forever – this moment is my undoing and my salvation. I tell you I’m ready, that I will give you my all and everything, that I will not resist and certainly not put up a fight; for you, anything. Your smile is pure, radiant, and forgiving. You understand, your soul is akin to mine. You tell me silently as our tongues writhe again together in a serpentine embrace that our moments are eternal, unsullied and indestructible.
Now it’s me pulling away. I nod, and you give me that smile again. We both know it’s time, and I am ready. The shot is silent, the powder on your lips anaesthetic for the pain. You know I’ve already suffered enough, and any more is undeserved. I am glad for you, for your arrival before any other, for the divine mercy you bestow in your infinite and magnificent malignance.
In another second, it’s over. I slump to the floor, and your smile fades to distant regret.
You walk away slowly, and know not to worry. We’ll always have this moment to remember.
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