Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Molding reflections.
Eyeballs
Those peepers,
I could feel them ogling,
Surreptitious stares made me
Tremble under my shell.
My skin knew those eyeballs
Could do more than just watch,
And I couldn’t ignore the discomfort
Creeping through my bones.
I became paranoid.
I could feel them ogling,
Surreptitious stares made me
Tremble under my shell.
My skin knew those eyeballs
Could do more than just watch,
And I couldn’t ignore the discomfort
Creeping through my bones.
I became paranoid.
#dark
#fear
#anxiety
21 reads
Embrace the Wolf
A malaise envelops me
whenever I think about hugging the wolf.
Feel the exhaled scalding breath, delivering
chills, fur tracing my clothing like a sea
anemone gliding over my weakened corpse,
paws hold me while claws dig into me.
I shudder, standing helplessly again,
the swan inside me weeping for escape
from the sickening, gut-wrenching embrace
that withers my remains, sutures my lips.
Unable to recoil, skin the lamb bare
and reveal the wolf beneath.
whenever I think about hugging the wolf.
Feel the exhaled scalding breath, delivering
chills, fur tracing my clothing like a sea
anemone gliding over my weakened corpse,
paws hold me while claws dig into me.
I shudder, standing helplessly again,
the swan inside me weeping for escape
from the sickening, gut-wrenching embrace
that withers my remains, sutures my lips.
Unable to recoil, skin the lamb bare
and reveal the wolf beneath.
#conflict
#fear
#weakness
17 reads
I Could No Longer
I was swathed in saran wrap
Engulfing me
Until I could no longer
Run nor scream
The titanic grip held me down
And I felt like drowning
Into the sheets
Sinking
Deeper
And
Deeper
In a bottomless pit
Until I could no longer
Breathe nor move
Engulfing me
Until I could no longer
Run nor scream
The titanic grip held me down
And I felt like drowning
Into the sheets
Sinking
Deeper
And
Deeper
In a bottomless pit
Until I could no longer
Breathe nor move
#dark
#despair
#violence
37 reads
Fallen Leaf
It’s gone,
Unnoticed,
This fallen leaf.
When swept away,
No one
Cared.
Unnoticed,
This fallen leaf.
When swept away,
No one
Cared.
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
45 reads
There I Stood
There I stood, a living statue, among people circuiting
like ants scurrying around in every direction,
except these figures are far immense, drowning my vision
as they passed through me like I was nothing but a phantom.
A cacophony invaded the tunes meant to sedate me,
my time paused, yet they kept tearing me apart,
my body became hypersensitive to everything.
I heard my heart pick up, pumping blood,
like my life depended on it and it did.
I forgot how to breathe, as if it were my first time
my attempts ended up...
like ants scurrying around in every direction,
except these figures are far immense, drowning my vision
as they passed through me like I was nothing but a phantom.
A cacophony invaded the tunes meant to sedate me,
my time paused, yet they kept tearing me apart,
my body became hypersensitive to everything.
I heard my heart pick up, pumping blood,
like my life depended on it and it did.
I forgot how to breathe, as if it were my first time
my attempts ended up...
#anxiety
#vulnerability
60 reads
My Parasite
I became its home, since my first cry,
consuming me from within, day by day,
until it grew stronger than I ever was,
now I'm completely under its control.
Every breath, move and decision
I make is dictated by this soul-sucker,
devouring every ounce of life
I have left, hindering my efforts.
We’re lifelong roommates.
living together in a kennel.
I am born to sabotage myself,
I am my own parasite.
consuming me from within, day by day,
until it grew stronger than I ever was,
now I'm completely under its control.
Every breath, move and decision
I make is dictated by this soul-sucker,
devouring every ounce of life
I have left, hindering my efforts.
We’re lifelong roommates.
living together in a kennel.
I am born to sabotage myself,
I am my own parasite.
#apathy
#dark
52 reads
If You Lived and I Died
Fascinating, isn’t it?
How life and death could change
Another’s life
How life and death could change
One’s life
So, wouldn’t it be life changing
If you lived and I died?
How life and death could change
Another’s life
How life and death could change
One’s life
So, wouldn’t it be life changing
If you lived and I died?
#death
#grief
49 reads
Shhh...Silence
The Hoia Forest, known as the Bermuda Triangle of Romania, a source of every eerie, unusual activity. Trees grew with strange shapes, twisting and wriggling into the most strange forms, morphed and bent in peculiar ways, together creating a pine green canopy covering the soil with a thick blanket of merged foliage, casting shadows over the atmosphere. The swirling fog throughout the woods made it even harder to see the darkness lurking around.
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
Locals warned of the danger taking root in there. Many hikers, adventurers and even idiotic paranormal enthusiasts—such as myself—who find...
#dark
#fear
#scary
51 reads
Shooting Star
Mirrored on my iris,
was the burning meteor, streaking down,
sparkling across the dark, silky blanket.
I stared at the sky, unblinking
to not miss the rare moment,
I let the stinging teardrop fall,
whispering my wish to the shooting star,
hoping it will bless me with its power.
This divine cosmos will rain
miracles and grace onto my life.
It has to,
right?
was the burning meteor, streaking down,
sparkling across the dark, silky blanket.
I stared at the sky, unblinking
to not miss the rare moment,
I let the stinging teardrop fall,
whispering my wish to the shooting star,
hoping it will bless me with its power.
This divine cosmos will rain
miracles and grace onto my life.
It has to,
right?
#despair
#hope
53 reads
77th
I may not be Picasso, but will you sit back and watch how
Each piece, each word and each letter compose my unfinished painting.
Gesso on the blank canvas, loading the brush with a colorful palette of thoughts,
Guiding the brushstrokes to create art with pigments of writing.
Gradient shades blend from the darkest hues to the glimpse of lights,
Chiaroscuro of tones and layout of emotions in a crescendo.
Trace your fingertips over the top, feel the textured undulation of layers,
Begging to escape and blossom from the multi dimensional...
Each piece, each word and each letter compose my unfinished painting.
Gesso on the blank canvas, loading the brush with a colorful palette of thoughts,
Guiding the brushstrokes to create art with pigments of writing.
Gradient shades blend from the darkest hues to the glimpse of lights,
Chiaroscuro of tones and layout of emotions in a crescendo.
Trace your fingertips over the top, feel the textured undulation of layers,
Begging to escape and blossom from the multi dimensional...
#art
#emotions
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
A Weird Poem of a Zombie
Waking up again at night
Walking dead looking for any sight
Of my meal for my hungry belly
I can eat some poor animals only
Hi I'm a zombie
A nice one maybe
Anything you've heard about me
Is all nonsense to me
Can you hear my story
And maybe you'll feel sorry
It all began when I felt sick
Having the urge to eat a snack
A raw meat and a tasty brain
I know it looks creepy for you human
But that's how I am
And a yummy bait that's how you are
After a friend of mine I met
I hadn't eaten a human...
Walking dead looking for any sight
Of my meal for my hungry belly
I can eat some poor animals only
Hi I'm a zombie
A nice one maybe
Anything you've heard about me
Is all nonsense to me
Can you hear my story
And maybe you'll feel sorry
It all began when I felt sick
Having the urge to eat a snack
A raw meat and a tasty brain
I know it looks creepy for you human
But that's how I am
And a yummy bait that's how you are
After a friend of mine I met
I hadn't eaten a human...
#zombies
#funny
79 reads
22 Comments
Killing Me Softly - with "Adagio"
Dancing with shadows at midnight's spell
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
Casting sweet curses into my soul
Pas de bourrée to the magic of fairy tunes
A euphony from the gramophone
Killing me softly with a wand
Fawning the memory of what was
Now just a firefly left to die
#bittersweet
#collaboration
#night #shadows
#night #shadows
79 reads
8 Comments
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