Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
etching pages with the ink of sculpted reflections.
The Wolf
She spoke of the big wolves’ presence
looming in the darkness, outside our sky house.
Their eyes, cold, pierce through the night,
mingling with the fog of the forest.
With each step, their paws leave prints
of dread behind. Their fur, a velvet of shadows,
lures prey into their trap, aided by the pack.
Carried by haunting echoes and seducing howls,
before their softly sharpened teeth, glistening
under the moon, latch onto you.
She warns of their ruthless grace,
lurking beyond the safety of her embrace,
embodying the...
looming in the darkness, outside our sky house.
Their eyes, cold, pierce through the night,
mingling with the fog of the forest.
With each step, their paws leave prints
of dread behind. Their fur, a velvet of shadows,
lures prey into their trap, aided by the pack.
Carried by haunting echoes and seducing howls,
before their softly sharpened teeth, glistening
under the moon, latch onto you.
She warns of their ruthless grace,
lurking beyond the safety of her embrace,
embodying the...
#confusion
#deception
#fear #manipulation
#fear #manipulation
122 reads
Clock Worn Tattoo _ with "Adagio"
turning the key and locking the door
saying farewell to death's shadow
as memories of my eyes fade to dark
drowning the pain of insanity's rain
leaving blood-red clock-worn tattoo
a faint mark that never fades away
stinging with every breath i take
and when i cease soon enough
the smudge will be absorbed becoming
ink-sculpted skeleton
saying farewell to death's shadow
as memories of my eyes fade to dark
drowning the pain of insanity's rain
leaving blood-red clock-worn tattoo
a faint mark that never fades away
stinging with every breath i take
and when i cease soon enough
the smudge will be absorbed becoming
ink-sculpted skeleton
#collaboration
#dark
#death #grief
#death #grief
121 reads
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Without Auditions _ with "Adagio"
They don’t have a set time to visit, these voices,
Like turmoil striking every corner of my mind
A cacophony of whispers, impossible to unwind,
Swirling in shadows, tightening their grip
As invisible tendrils take roots within.
Uninvited without auditions, or recall
Speaking without any validation
Lingering beyond the disembodied darkness
Feeling the pulse of its inequity.
A riddle of noise I can’t seem to untangle,
Indecipherable, no matter how I strain to listen.
Am I descending into madness?
Like turmoil striking every corner of my mind
A cacophony of whispers, impossible to unwind,
Swirling in shadows, tightening their grip
As invisible tendrils take roots within.
Uninvited without auditions, or recall
Speaking without any validation
Lingering beyond the disembodied darkness
Feeling the pulse of its inequity.
A riddle of noise I can’t seem to untangle,
Indecipherable, no matter how I strain to listen.
Am I descending into madness?
#anxiety
#collaboration
#conflict #dark
#conflict #dark
180 reads
40 Comments
Venomous Words
I see the look in your eyes
Words flashing in your iris
Before your lips move
Mouthing mere mutters
Yet your tongue darts out
A serpent’s flick
Twisting and striking
Fangs sinking into my flesh
Stinging brutally
Venom seeps from your glands
Injected deep
Spreading through my veins
Circulating around every part of me
Paralyzing me with your voice
Destroying what’s left inside
As I bleed internally
Left to search for the last dose
Of antivenom before it consumes me whole
Words flashing in your iris
Before your lips move
Mouthing mere mutters
Yet your tongue darts out
A serpent’s flick
Twisting and striking
Fangs sinking into my flesh
Stinging brutally
Venom seeps from your glands
Injected deep
Spreading through my veins
Circulating around every part of me
Paralyzing me with your voice
Destroying what’s left inside
As I bleed internally
Left to search for the last dose
Of antivenom before it consumes me whole
#dark
#hurt
149 reads
Fractured Walls
They tremble, trying to release the horror buried deep,
yet all they manage is a shudder, like a silent scream,
cracks disperse with every disarray, heralding collapse.
If only they could tear out my larynx, speak in my sleep
for I'm unable to utter the darkness we both witnessed,
voice out our eruption, before we crumble into ruins and demise.
Turn into ashes, together.
yet all they manage is a shudder, like a silent scream,
cracks disperse with every disarray, heralding collapse.
If only they could tear out my larynx, speak in my sleep
for I'm unable to utter the darkness we both witnessed,
voice out our eruption, before we crumble into ruins and demise.
Turn into ashes, together.
#dark
#despair
#weakness #sadness
#weakness #sadness
113 reads
With Time
Waves surge forward
As the islet slowly erodes in the sea
Swallowed into its depths
Until it can no longer crest
To catch a breath
Submerged and interred in the seabed
Lost in a hole of nothingness
With the flowing hourglass
As the islet slowly erodes in the sea
Swallowed into its depths
Until it can no longer crest
To catch a breath
Submerged and interred in the seabed
Lost in a hole of nothingness
With the flowing hourglass
#apathy
#emptiness
#FeelingLost #sea
#FeelingLost #sea
118 reads
Like a Mummy
Like a mummy, remove my core,
desiccate me with natron to dry my depths,
so I stay composed, wrapped neatly with linen,
shielded with resin against scrutiny.
Kept in a tomb within my mind,
sleeping with waning remnants of my hopes,
meticulously crafted expectations,
beautifully decorated as hieroglyphs,
safeguarding my vulnerable, hollow corpse,
just like a mummy.
desiccate me with natron to dry my depths,
so I stay composed, wrapped neatly with linen,
shielded with resin against scrutiny.
Kept in a tomb within my mind,
sleeping with waning remnants of my hopes,
meticulously crafted expectations,
beautifully decorated as hieroglyphs,
safeguarding my vulnerable, hollow corpse,
just like a mummy.
#apathy
#despair
#emptiness
106 reads
Be Nice to Mice
Be nice to the mice family living within your walls
Wandering quietly, not as bothersome as a louse
Sneaking food to survive, though they left crumbs for you
It’s not much, but they thought it’d be kind to leave a few
They’ve tried to seem more than pests, offering a song
While you poison their food, they were singing “Le Festin” all along
They couldn’t, pushed away like a burden carried your chest
Not worth a breath, let alone sharing a heart with such unwanted guest
To you, they remained outsiders, undeserving and small
They’ve...
Wandering quietly, not as bothersome as a louse
Sneaking food to survive, though they left crumbs for you
It’s not much, but they thought it’d be kind to leave a few
They’ve tried to seem more than pests, offering a song
While you poison their food, they were singing “Le Festin” all along
They couldn’t, pushed away like a burden carried your chest
Not worth a breath, let alone sharing a heart with such unwanted guest
To you, they remained outsiders, undeserving and small
They’ve...
#sadness
#satirical
#grief
89 reads
Never Lasting Gobstopper
Unless you’re Willy Wonka
Don’t offer me a glimpse of your stash
For you’ll find me spellbound
Drowned in the chocolate river
Craving your Everlasting Gobstopper
Don’t offer me a glimpse of your stash
For you’ll find me spellbound
Drowned in the chocolate river
Craving your Everlasting Gobstopper
#confusion
#emptiness
#temptation
97 reads
Spoil the Page
each review stirs a second thought
reckoning the ink’s worth
to escape the inkwell
through my quill
or not to
reckoning the ink’s worth
to escape the inkwell
through my quill
or not to
#conflict
98 reads
The Witch
Wrinkled figure, old cane in hand
Little kids knock on the door
A loud shriek echoes through the house
A sign to leave their friend behind
Safe in the dark, unlit oven, napping
To avoid waking the witch’s wrath
While shadows creep outside
Little kids knock on the door
A loud shriek echoes through the house
A sign to leave their friend behind
Safe in the dark, unlit oven, napping
To avoid waking the witch’s wrath
While shadows creep outside
#dark
#fear
#loneliness
#manipulation
#witches
92 reads
Old Mickey Mouse Clock
No longer the same,
the clock stopped its tick-tocks,
gone beneath a heap
with every forgotten item.
Dust creeping every nook,
making the glass cover blurry,
the numbers on the dial
barely seen through,
everything is broken with neglect.
How you would wish
for it to be here still,
to rewind the time,
care for the Mickey Mouse clock
for better times.
Did it always hold such value?
the clock stopped its tick-tocks,
gone beneath a heap
with every forgotten item.
Dust creeping every nook,
making the glass cover blurry,
the numbers on the dial
barely seen through,
everything is broken with neglect.
How you would wish
for it to be here still,
to rewind the time,
care for the Mickey Mouse clock
for better times.
Did it always hold such value?
#grief
96 reads
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