Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Snippets of me.
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
5th Mar 2025 11:40pm
Whispers of Her
My heart beats for two—she who was bruised,
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
and I who’s going along with time,
blinking the seconds away with no regard
to the broken figure far back in the past.
How cruel I have grown to betray her,
I, whom she trusts the most.
Muscling through the storms with a smile
on my lips, mouthing I am alright.
How can I be when she’s stuck in the dark
on her own, waiting for me to face her.
How can I when I’m so eager to feel the light,
as if the pain wasn’t as agonizing as she cried from.
Just how heartless I have...
#conflict
#emptiness
#hurt #SelfReflection
#hurt #SelfReflection
76 reads
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2025 3:37am
4th Mar 2025 3:37am
Who Am I?
Slipping on a veil of lace
Etching a smile
Breakable under the surface
Where sorrow takes root
Almost distorted
This facade I craft
Woven from tears and strain
To conceal what threatens to break free
Through laughter, I act sane
Dissolving in amusement
With the crowd
As if I’m not at my lowest
And when I sit on my own
I see them laid bare
The stitches I keep unknown
Torn open evermore
I can’t recognize who I am anymore
Etching a smile
Breakable under the surface
Where sorrow takes root
Almost distorted
This facade I craft
Woven from tears and strain
To conceal what threatens to break free
Through laughter, I act sane
Dissolving in amusement
With the crowd
As if I’m not at my lowest
And when I sit on my own
I see them laid bare
The stitches I keep unknown
Torn open evermore
I can’t recognize who I am anymore
#SelfReflection
64 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Feb 2025 9:39pm
25th Feb 2025 9:39pm
Back to Clay
A flower has been moved out of a pot
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
where it was trapped in its soil,
to be settled in a garden,
free and boundless.
The flower can finally feel the tickles of the wind,
fluttering amidst the wide field’s frame,
where it can stretch out
without the enclosing walls of terra-cotta.
But what will become of the flower,
when it is being snatched from its heaven,
back to its origin,
back to clay?
#despair
#freedom
65 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 9:06pm
22nd Feb 2025 9:06pm
Art Piece
A warm smile, a lingering look,
and us under the rain,
were all it took for me to fall again.
Landing softly in the palm of your hand,
to be kept or to be broken,
fully surrendered to whichever you choose.
I’ll pick up my pieces, so it’s okay to ruin me
if it means getting a snippet
of what it feels like to have you.
You are a celestial event,
a rare sight to catch,
and I am but a skywatcher
waiting for your fleeting yet serene glimmer.
You are the perfect, flawless art piece, ...
and us under the rain,
were all it took for me to fall again.
Landing softly in the palm of your hand,
to be kept or to be broken,
fully surrendered to whichever you choose.
I’ll pick up my pieces, so it’s okay to ruin me
if it means getting a snippet
of what it feels like to have you.
You are a celestial event,
a rare sight to catch,
and I am but a skywatcher
waiting for your fleeting yet serene glimmer.
You are the perfect, flawless art piece, ...
#UnrequitedLove
124 reads
DARK POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2025 3:19pm
22nd Feb 2025 3:19pm
Loving the Lamppost _ with “Adagio”
Their world painted in shadows void of emotions
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else ...
a gladiator of narcissist placenta dangling
on a decaying umbilical, idolized by fools
pampered and spoiled by the embryos of insanity
behind a firewall of debauchery, self-contained
from their own Cuckoo clock...half-baked
Manitou of inebriated veins gaslighting a lamppost
molding their faces and drawing a smile
to cover the rotting grudge that lies behind
it’s second nature, like taking a breath
looking down on you with a folie de grandeur
thinking they’re someone else ...
#collaboration
#hypocrisy
#vanity
58 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2025 11:19pm
20th Feb 2025 11:19pm
Your Good Girl
You want to keep me in your pocket,
Away from the sun’s rays,
And the dark shadows.
You want to keep me in a locker
With no holes in the walls,
Where I’m hidden and unseen,
A possession with reins
To control as you wish.
You want to silence my voice,
You want me to live your way,
You want me to be your good girl.
But what about what I want?
Do I have a say in my life?
Away from the sun’s rays,
And the dark shadows.
You want to keep me in a locker
With no holes in the walls,
Where I’m hidden and unseen,
A possession with reins
To control as you wish.
You want to silence my voice,
You want me to live your way,
You want me to be your good girl.
But what about what I want?
Do I have a say in my life?
#oppression
#weakness
71 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 10:22pm
18th Feb 2025 10:22pm
Unwritten On
I watched the rain
dropping down on leaves,
cleansed from dirt,
coated with sheer varnish,
and I wished my sorrows
could be as easily washed away.
I held soap in my hands,
and wondered how many
scrubs I still need
to feel unwritten on
from the stains of memories.
So I went for walks whenever it rained,
to purge my body and soul,
and laved over and over
to undo what had been done.
dropping down on leaves,
cleansed from dirt,
coated with sheer varnish,
and I wished my sorrows
could be as easily washed away.
I held soap in my hands,
and wondered how many
scrubs I still need
to feel unwritten on
from the stains of memories.
So I went for walks whenever it rained,
to purge my body and soul,
and laved over and over
to undo what had been done.
#despair
#hurt
#sadness
71 reads
DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2025 8:33pm
18th Feb 2025 8:33pm
After My Death
When my soul drifts away
to the hands of the holder,
and I am nothing
but a mere memory, lingering lightly.
The things I missed in life
will be too far to see,
and will no longer hold any worth
after my death.
My corpse will become a feast
for maggots to feed on,
and for regretful necrosol to swallow,
within a sorrowful grave steeped in remorse.
to the hands of the holder,
and I am nothing
but a mere memory, lingering lightly.
The things I missed in life
will be too far to see,
and will no longer hold any worth
after my death.
My corpse will become a feast
for maggots to feed on,
and for regretful necrosol to swallow,
within a sorrowful grave steeped in remorse.
#death
#regret
78 reads
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2025 9:11pm
17th Feb 2025 9:11pm
Morning Promise
The trees danced to the wind,
waving hello, as the earthy
fragrance of dew sneaked in.
All, enwrapping me in a hug,
while whispering of life
and a morning promise
of a better day.
waving hello, as the earthy
fragrance of dew sneaked in.
All, enwrapping me in a hug,
while whispering of life
and a morning promise
of a better day.
#morning
#nature
#hope
62 reads
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
15th Feb 2025 8:26pm
My Reason
The sand felt warm under my feet
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
as I walked closer to the sea,
the waves ebbing and flowing,
an invitation to approach.
The first contact with water
was like a kiss from nature,
bringing life back into me,
to mend something it didn’t break.
The depths of blue reached my waist,
slowly engulfing me, inch by inch,
with fingers curling around my neck,
trying to squeeze life out of me instead.
So I let it wreathe around my body,
hoping to drown in its embrace,
to dilute the twisting ache,
to dull the...
#suicide
#hope
96 reads
SELF POEM
Published
11th Feb 2025 8:09pm
11th Feb 2025 8:09pm
My Last
For the first time,
I want to capture the sight
of a snowflake
drifting down to rest on my shoulder.
I want to walk under canopies
of cherry blossoms,
with fallen pink petals.
I want to lie down
in a vast field of tulips,
listening to nature’s songs.
I want to gaze at the sky,
unveiling its wonders,
next to the turquoise lake.
I want to watch the world
from the highest peak,
as life goes on.
Yet again,
all I want is to sigh
my last breath.
I want to capture the sight
of a snowflake
drifting down to rest on my shoulder.
I want to walk under canopies
of cherry blossoms,
with fallen pink petals.
I want to lie down
in a vast field of tulips,
listening to nature’s songs.
I want to gaze at the sky,
unveiling its wonders,
next to the turquoise lake.
I want to watch the world
from the highest peak,
as life goes on.
Yet again,
all I want is to sigh
my last breath.
#bittersweet
84 reads
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2025 7:19pm
9th Feb 2025 7:19pm
Drift Bottle
I’ve been holding onto
your fading beams,
like the setting sun,
for too long.
Perhaps it’s time for me
to let you go
in a drift bottle.
With the waves setting you free,
and your memory,
forever treasured with me.
your fading beams,
like the setting sun,
for too long.
Perhaps it’s time for me
to let you go
in a drift bottle.
With the waves setting you free,
and your memory,
forever treasured with me.
#bittersweet
#memories
#MovingOn
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