Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Snippets of me.
Pale Blue by You _ with "Adagio"
Haunt me a corpse in a shoe
Embalming me blue
Curse me death's shadow
Embracing me hallow
Only loneliness to follow
With no shade in the fallow
And a rotting decay to grow
With no light bellow
A corpse of a bedfellow
Held in escrow
Embalming me blue
Curse me death's shadow
Embracing me hallow
Only loneliness to follow
With no shade in the fallow
And a rotting decay to grow
With no light bellow
A corpse of a bedfellow
Held in escrow
#dark
113 reads
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Archives
Your archives, nestled in my brain,
Well kept and cloaked in satin
Own my next thought,
Holding my mournful leaves with every note.
Bitterly glazed over,
These archives of you,
Piercing holes onto my chest,
Drawing tears down my cheeks.
With a weight of a feather,
My words fell weak on the knees,
Begging for yours to be seen,
For you to taste my ink.
My hands are getting colder,
My pen is breathing its last,
And my archives about you
Are left unread.
Well kept and cloaked in satin
Own my next thought,
Holding my mournful leaves with every note.
Bitterly glazed over,
These archives of you,
Piercing holes onto my chest,
Drawing tears down my cheeks.
With a weight of a feather,
My words fell weak on the knees,
Begging for yours to be seen,
For you to taste my ink.
My hands are getting colder,
My pen is breathing its last,
And my archives about you
Are left unread.
#memories
105 reads
Tear from the Moon
A glowing pearl
From the heart of the sky
Fell with delicacy
Along my lachrymose eyes
A tear from the moon
From the heart of the sky
Fell with delicacy
Along my lachrymose eyes
A tear from the moon
#moon
#sadness
87 reads
A Better You
I spilled rivers of ink in your name
Stole seas to refill my tears
Wished on stars to grant me your warmth
Spoke to the moon about you for hours
Stared at the night sky
Hoping for a glimpse of a better you
Wept in the silence you gave me
Shivered in the cold of your absence
Listened to your laughter with another
Sat under the roof you've built
Now I’m getting jealous of the cigarette
You hold day and night
When I’m burning
With no hands to cradle me
Stole seas to refill my tears
Wished on stars to grant me your warmth
Spoke to the moon about you for hours
Stared at the night sky
Hoping for a glimpse of a better you
Wept in the silence you gave me
Shivered in the cold of your absence
Listened to your laughter with another
Sat under the roof you've built
Now I’m getting jealous of the cigarette
You hold day and night
When I’m burning
With no hands to cradle me
#despair
#hurt
#sadness
88 reads
Brainless
Have you ever looked into someone’s eyes,
the window to their soul, or so they say,
and wondered,
“What the fuck goes on inside their head?”
Could their brain be rotting dead,
with buzzing flies feeding off
every leftover of their common sense?
Is there a Plankton behind the control board,
in charge of wicked acts,
carelessly bouncing from one button to another?
Did their gears come to a halt,
the burning wires of awareness ablaze
with fumes of empathy fading out?
Where has the light went off
from...
the window to their soul, or so they say,
and wondered,
“What the fuck goes on inside their head?”
Could their brain be rotting dead,
with buzzing flies feeding off
every leftover of their common sense?
Is there a Plankton behind the control board,
in charge of wicked acts,
carelessly bouncing from one button to another?
Did their gears come to a halt,
the burning wires of awareness ablaze
with fumes of empathy fading out?
Where has the light went off
from...
#confusion
#frustration
#humankind
86 reads
Poetic Soul
The poetic soul sees beyond the horizon, looking through the depths of the ocean,
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
With lenses of moonstone to touch what’s hidden from the naked eye.
Drifting along waves of wonders and clouds of thoughts, drawing closer
To the universe’s core to peel back the blue mantles of the sky.
A gift ever so tender, painting poiesis into a bubble to wear,
Breathing life into objects so they become more, a company for the living.
Poetry’s a voice for the quietude that longs to be set free with the tide,
Words for the unspoken side, weaving an art...
#WritingPoetry
63 reads
H.O.M.E.
How dense of me to stutter, trying to enunciate four letters,
yet I write an ocean of words from the emptiness they brought,
unable to grasp the meaning they offered,
unknowing of the feeling cast out from each alphabet.
One by one, I knocked on doors, waiting for a smile of belonging,
my hands traced walls to sense the touch of comfort,
searching through endless, somber corridors for a glimpse of love,
my heels eroding, lost and wandering in the middle of this deserted road.
Mourning for a ramshackle house, falling to pieces
lain...
yet I write an ocean of words from the emptiness they brought,
unable to grasp the meaning they offered,
unknowing of the feeling cast out from each alphabet.
One by one, I knocked on doors, waiting for a smile of belonging,
my hands traced walls to sense the touch of comfort,
searching through endless, somber corridors for a glimpse of love,
my heels eroding, lost and wandering in the middle of this deserted road.
Mourning for a ramshackle house, falling to pieces
lain...
#home
84 reads
Lily of the Valley
Blooming petals
Drooping in woe
Arching from sorrow
Borne on stems
Unfurled with pearls
Skimming down low
Blossoming in a row
Wept in blues
Clouding the roots
Glooming through
Graceful flower, aglow
Over melancholic tears
Drooping in woe
Arching from sorrow
Borne on stems
Unfurled with pearls
Skimming down low
Blossoming in a row
Wept in blues
Clouding the roots
Glooming through
Graceful flower, aglow
Over melancholic tears
#beauty
#sadness
74 reads
Tempting Death
When I’m loathing life’s vinyl,
Held in the palms of tender hands,
There, in my darkest corners
He lured me to the pit with bait.
Swept off my feet with a spell,
Submissive to his sweet enticement
Enthralling me with ease,
Drawn to the taste of cate.
Blinded by hypnosis,
An enticing silk to veil my eyes,
Seeing only his annihilating beauty,
Wrecked, he took my sight.
With his dulcet words,
Seducing me to the edge,
Drunk on this curse
Of how tempting death felt.
...
Held in the palms of tender hands,
There, in my darkest corners
He lured me to the pit with bait.
Swept off my feet with a spell,
Submissive to his sweet enticement
Enthralling me with ease,
Drawn to the taste of cate.
Blinded by hypnosis,
An enticing silk to veil my eyes,
Seeing only his annihilating beauty,
Wrecked, he took my sight.
With his dulcet words,
Seducing me to the edge,
Drunk on this curse
Of how tempting death felt.
...
#death
#seductive
72 reads
Espresso’s Caffeine _ with "Adagio"
a sensual passing with espresso's caffeine
drifting in warmth to a divine paradise
death's little silence and innuendos
rapt by clouds into a euphoric quietus
where angels merge into intimate sleep
cradled with melodies of a sweet embrace
and nature's strings as oboes wing
closing eyes in sedating solace
with unquenchable espresso's caffeine
drifting in warmth to a divine paradise
death's little silence and innuendos
rapt by clouds into a euphoric quietus
where angels merge into intimate sleep
cradled with melodies of a sweet embrace
and nature's strings as oboes wing
closing eyes in sedating solace
with unquenchable espresso's caffeine
#collaboration
#sensual
#silence
106 reads
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Let Me Live
I could be heartless,
wish death upon you,
watch you be swallowed by the soil
to take this pain away with you.
I could be hopeless,
weep for an end upon your phantom,
beg your ashes to vanish
to let me live.
I could be lifeless,
leave you to your fate,
bury my own
and still my breath instead.
wish death upon you,
watch you be swallowed by the soil
to take this pain away with you.
I could be hopeless,
weep for an end upon your phantom,
beg your ashes to vanish
to let me live.
I could be lifeless,
leave you to your fate,
bury my own
and still my breath instead.
#dark
#despair
#hate
65 reads
My Monster
When the dark hours rang,
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
I remained inside,
Locked away from the danger,
Breathing behind doors,
As my parents had warned
To be safe,
Embraced in my blanket, I slept.
While claws crept from beneath the bed,
Where my monster hid,
The one my parents had left,
To rest at ease.
I lay engulfed in my sheets,
Waiting for the promised tricks,
That carved out my nightmares.
#betrayal
#childhood
#fear #nightmares
#fear #nightmares
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