Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
etching pages with the ink of sculpted reflections.
Scorpions
they gripped tightly
with their pedipalps
refusing to crawl out
from the lacrimal gate
hidden from sight
in their wellspring
briny rivers flowing
down my skull
beneath the flesh
leaving a burning ache
behind the mask
stinging trails
of micro scorpions
that no one sees
with their pedipalps
refusing to crawl out
from the lacrimal gate
hidden from sight
in their wellspring
briny rivers flowing
down my skull
beneath the flesh
leaving a burning ache
behind the mask
stinging trails
of micro scorpions
that no one sees
#dark
#grief
#conflict
111 reads
Loving Coins
Tossed coins on the TV table, counting with one hand,
I head to the shop around the corner, groceries in tow.
First coin buys me a buildable Mr. Potato Head
saying the words i needed you to say,
second brings affectionate sweets to melt my dismay,
third, a chocolate bar that shows it cares,
with the fourth and fifth, a onesie for you to wear.
A perfect version of you, just right and needed,
a lasting token from the change, so you won’t see me as a waste.
I head to the shop around the corner, groceries in tow.
First coin buys me a buildable Mr. Potato Head
saying the words i needed you to say,
second brings affectionate sweets to melt my dismay,
third, a chocolate bar that shows it cares,
with the fourth and fifth, a onesie for you to wear.
A perfect version of you, just right and needed,
a lasting token from the change, so you won’t see me as a waste.
#bittersweet
111 reads
Hollow
Dark wells fill my soul, a cold, empty space
Quenched by the drizzle's kiss, teasing its crave
Soon fleets, slipping away with a glint
Leaving me lost in the hollowness within
Quenched by the drizzle's kiss, teasing its crave
Soon fleets, slipping away with a glint
Leaving me lost in the hollowness within
#dark
#emptiness
108 reads
My Vines
There’s this gemstone i want,
perched right on a cliff.
No matter how many times
my hand stretches to grasp it,
i fail, merely tracing it with my fingertips.
I glance around,
catching sight of vines latching onto me.
My mind sends neural signals,
a command to escape,
but my body remains ensnared,
writhing and squeezed
into an embrace to the glade.
These stems grew from the dreadful
qualm buried deep in
the dustiest corners of cobwebs,
where my inner saboteur resides, ...
perched right on a cliff.
No matter how many times
my hand stretches to grasp it,
i fail, merely tracing it with my fingertips.
I glance around,
catching sight of vines latching onto me.
My mind sends neural signals,
a command to escape,
but my body remains ensnared,
writhing and squeezed
into an embrace to the glade.
These stems grew from the dreadful
qualm buried deep in
the dustiest corners of cobwebs,
where my inner saboteur resides, ...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
147 reads
4 Comments
Gentle Claws
Breathing thrusts icy daggers into my chest,
stabbing deep with every inhale.
Fabric feels heavy, wearing me out,
its weight like a second skin.
Heartbeats grow louder against the cage of ribs,
desperate to break free.
Every subtle motion, lingering scent, and faint voice
pervades my senses.
A swarm of tiny appendages creeps across my flesh,
leaving ghostly tingles behind.
Sharp blades dig in, carving lullabies to soothe
the unsettling itch beneath.
Perhaps a night on Elm Street would summon ...
stabbing deep with every inhale.
Fabric feels heavy, wearing me out,
its weight like a second skin.
Heartbeats grow louder against the cage of ribs,
desperate to break free.
Every subtle motion, lingering scent, and faint voice
pervades my senses.
A swarm of tiny appendages creeps across my flesh,
leaving ghostly tingles behind.
Sharp blades dig in, carving lullabies to soothe
the unsettling itch beneath.
Perhaps a night on Elm Street would summon ...
#dark
#emotions
121 reads
6 Comments
The Behemoth _ with "Adagio"
Heavy thump clogging on the wooden floor
With each step thundering like a blunderbuss
A silhouette shadowing a behemoth’s soul
With the gust blasting, bursting through
As if a tempestuous wind barging
Sealing every mouth in its quake
Swallowing every move and sound to n'th decree
For all to cease and listen to the prophets
With each step thundering like a blunderbuss
A silhouette shadowing a behemoth’s soul
With the gust blasting, bursting through
As if a tempestuous wind barging
Sealing every mouth in its quake
Swallowing every move and sound to n'th decree
For all to cease and listen to the prophets
#anger
#dark
#fear
104 reads
4 Comments
Disconnected
glass portal luring in living corpses
staring contest with the pixel box
numbed their senses
locked away
no longer belonging
muted sensorial failing to break
through walls that sever their shells
staring contest with the pixel box
numbed their senses
locked away
no longer belonging
muted sensorial failing to break
through walls that sever their shells
#dark
#emptiness
92 reads
6 Comments
My Diospyros Lotus
Round, lilliputian Diospyros Lotus, bell-shaped
Veiled in scales, a feeble shield
Yearns for its gardeners’ tender care
Nurture it, to grow, fully fledged
The not so divine fruit clings to life’s agony
Roots entrenched in the soil of chaos
Its fragile stem, xylem strained
Carries arid minerals to the leaf bud
I weep for its struggle to survive
Hoping my pearls might help it thrive
Yet all it does is worsen its plight
As it gazes at me with pity
Perhaps I've stifled it,...
Veiled in scales, a feeble shield
Yearns for its gardeners’ tender care
Nurture it, to grow, fully fledged
The not so divine fruit clings to life’s agony
Roots entrenched in the soil of chaos
Its fragile stem, xylem strained
Carries arid minerals to the leaf bud
I weep for its struggle to survive
Hoping my pearls might help it thrive
Yet all it does is worsen its plight
As it gazes at me with pity
Perhaps I've stifled it,...
#flowers
#grief
#hurt #vulnerability
#hurt #vulnerability
122 reads
6 Comments
R's Warm Body
Heat rose
Heavy hands
Head in a spin
Heart in a race
Vision hazy
Legs gone wobbly
Body trembling
Stomach growling
R's hunger echoes
For a feast
Heavy hands
Head in a spin
Heart in a race
Vision hazy
Legs gone wobbly
Body trembling
Stomach growling
R's hunger echoes
For a feast
#food
#zombies
151 reads
12 Comments
Inkwell of Insanity _ with "Adagio"
When writing macabre, one must become
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
their ghost waiting in escrow avoiding the sun
tides of ice freezing the albacore of their mind
with an inkwell full of insanity's oats
"God Rest You, Merry Gentlemen." The quill
is quicker than your aye.
Amidst the mirth of the intruders
living in the place I once called home,
now, all that’s left is my soul quietly festering
in the cracks of my walls
listening to the incompetent souls
pretending their eventuality is on hold.
#collaboration
#dark
#ghosts
114 reads
5 Comments
Ashes
You’ll find my ashes suffocated there,
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
under the rug, where you swept
everything, leaving dusty truths
hidden beneath.
I’ll always sense those ashes, lingering
in the darkness, lost in hallucinations,
while you dismiss yourself,
indifferent to the mess I'm left to clean.
#grief
#secrets
107 reads
4 Comments
Bleeding Corpse
Check under your bed,
You’ll find your mask of virtue,
You wear it well as you carry on
Living as if nothing ever happened.
While your victim is drowning
In consequences of your own actions
Ones beyond their control
Consumed by the aftermath.
Go on, smile while you do so,
Savor your coffee, toast,
Eggs, or whatever you're having,
While another decays into ashes.
Perplexed when you drove
That knife into their neck,
Tracing the blade along their body,
A canvas that will forever bleeds. ...
You’ll find your mask of virtue,
You wear it well as you carry on
Living as if nothing ever happened.
While your victim is drowning
In consequences of your own actions
Ones beyond their control
Consumed by the aftermath.
Go on, smile while you do so,
Savor your coffee, toast,
Eggs, or whatever you're having,
While another decays into ashes.
Perplexed when you drove
That knife into their neck,
Tracing the blade along their body,
A canvas that will forever bleeds. ...
#dark
#death
#deception
143 reads
6 Comments
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