Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just a novice's attempt to mold reflections through words.
Lost Souls _ with "Adagio"
sunken within the consuming mist,
eyes turning blear,
mind clouded and vision dull
of lost souls in pantomime near,
echoing a fallen tear
hanging on to a shadow's hull.
eyes turning blear,
mind clouded and vision dull
of lost souls in pantomime near,
echoing a fallen tear
hanging on to a shadow's hull.
#FeelingLost
#collaboration
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Raining Tears
My dried tears
rose away with air,
stored in the clouds.
It grew heavy,
until they let it all down,
myriad drops.
I’ve grown cold,
my insides twisting
with frost creeping into every nook.
Drenched with salty rain,
dousing the impervious
blaze burning within.
Thunder wailed
across the funereal sky
for my fading soul,
soaring with inhaled petrichor.
rose away with air,
stored in the clouds.
It grew heavy,
until they let it all down,
myriad drops.
I’ve grown cold,
my insides twisting
with frost creeping into every nook.
Drenched with salty rain,
dousing the impervious
blaze burning within.
Thunder wailed
across the funereal sky
for my fading soul,
soaring with inhaled petrichor.
#rain
#sadness
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Skin Me Bare
Ghosts have been tearing me apart,
With a tape sealing my lips,
I’m worn out.
So skin me bare like a lamb.
I need it gone—
This decaying flesh,
Mold spread over my whole.
Bones have become putrid,
Blood spoiled and my soul withered.
So skin me bare from this anguish,
Strip me of it with tender hands.
Light me up, let my blood dry,
Watch my bones turn into ashes,
For my soul to climb out of it all.
Keep me inside a cremation urn,
Safe and untouched.
Let it sink deep into...
With a tape sealing my lips,
I’m worn out.
So skin me bare like a lamb.
I need it gone—
This decaying flesh,
Mold spread over my whole.
Bones have become putrid,
Blood spoiled and my soul withered.
So skin me bare from this anguish,
Strip me of it with tender hands.
Light me up, let my blood dry,
Watch my bones turn into ashes,
For my soul to climb out of it all.
Keep me inside a cremation urn,
Safe and untouched.
Let it sink deep into...
#despair
#hurt
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Serene Whispers
Nature’s serene whispers,
like a tender balm to my shriveled self,
when I wander all alone.
The wind brushes my hair back,
tapping my shoulder, drawing my eyes
to the plants and trees dancing
to the chirping birds’ harmonious tunes,
singing of the sky watching over me.
She tells me to follow the twinkling stars,
hand in hand with the sun and moon
shining upon my path to the waves,
there, I sit on the sand and speak for hours
to the sea and the universe,
wrapped in the scenery’s comfort.
like a tender balm to my shriveled self,
when I wander all alone.
The wind brushes my hair back,
tapping my shoulder, drawing my eyes
to the plants and trees dancing
to the chirping birds’ harmonious tunes,
singing of the sky watching over me.
She tells me to follow the twinkling stars,
hand in hand with the sun and moon
shining upon my path to the waves,
there, I sit on the sand and speak for hours
to the sea and the universe,
wrapped in the scenery’s comfort.
#emotions
#nature
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To Be Loved
Tumbleweeds pranced
inside my deserted self,
my skin grown arid.
Fallen into a barren void,
forsaken on the shelf,
marked “to be loved”.
inside my deserted self,
my skin grown arid.
Fallen into a barren void,
forsaken on the shelf,
marked “to be loved”.
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Inkwell of Tears
writing on empty pages
with an inkwell of tears
weeping letters
and fragile words
quivering beneath fonts
with an inkwell of tears
weeping letters
and fragile words
quivering beneath fonts
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
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Cloak for the Summit
A soft canopy of cumulus clouds
lazily skimming past the summit,
leaving behind trails of light pecks,
gently caressing the mountain's crest.
An embrace in a cloak of fog
to shield it from the sunlight,
and sprinkles of drizzle
to soothe its thirsty soil.
lazily skimming past the summit,
leaving behind trails of light pecks,
gently caressing the mountain's crest.
An embrace in a cloak of fog
to shield it from the sunlight,
and sprinkles of drizzle
to soothe its thirsty soil.
#clouds
#mountains
#nature
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Naked
My naked soul
Sleeping in the dark
Hidden behind metaphors’ veil
Built from ashes
Of flesh and blood
A shield from exposure
To keep you from breaking through
And finding my naked soul
Sleeping in the dark
Hidden behind metaphors’ veil
Built from ashes
Of flesh and blood
A shield from exposure
To keep you from breaking through
And finding my naked soul
#vulnerability
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Say It Again
I begged the silence,
after you hung up,
to hear it again
that wavering whisper:
My love…
I needed you to say it
like you meant it,
when we’d meet
with no radio waves in between us,
so I’d know it wasn’t a dream.
I needed you to speak the things
you only dared to think
when we were apart,
as the far distance stretched,
isolating us
more than we already were
with those silent words
and cold hugs
of yours.
I needed you to know
that I yearned for things
you never gave.
after you hung up,
to hear it again
that wavering whisper:
My love…
I needed you to say it
like you meant it,
when we’d meet
with no radio waves in between us,
so I’d know it wasn’t a dream.
I needed you to speak the things
you only dared to think
when we were apart,
as the far distance stretched,
isolating us
more than we already were
with those silent words
and cold hugs
of yours.
I needed you to know
that I yearned for things
you never gave.
#sadness
#vulnerability
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Souvenir
Your nearness is gone, it no longer remains
Yet your shadow lingers, like echoes
Cradling me in the warmth of whispers
This cold, arctic embrace
Left as a souvenir in disguise
Yet your shadow lingers, like echoes
Cradling me in the warmth of whispers
This cold, arctic embrace
Left as a souvenir in disguise
#memories
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Scarlet
Sullied blazing blood flowing down my skin,
Scarlet droplets trickling into the tender chalice flower,
Stained with rotten hemorrhage clouding its white petals.
When I turn into an empty, sallow corpse,
Purify the darkening sanguine of any mottles,
Revive me from my own remnants.
Scarlet droplets trickling into the tender chalice flower,
Stained with rotten hemorrhage clouding its white petals.
When I turn into an empty, sallow corpse,
Purify the darkening sanguine of any mottles,
Revive me from my own remnants.
#dark
#rebirth
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Shades of My Past
At the night’s first blush,
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
#dark
#memories
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