Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
just a novice's attempt to mold reflections through words.
Souvenir
Your nearness is gone, it no longer remains
Yet your shadow lingers, like echoes
Cradling me in the warmth of whispers
This cold, arctic embrace
Left as a souvenir in disguise
Yet your shadow lingers, like echoes
Cradling me in the warmth of whispers
This cold, arctic embrace
Left as a souvenir in disguise
#memories
52 reads
Scarlet
Sullied blazing blood flowing down my skin,
Scarlet droplets trickling into the tender chalice flower,
Stained with rotten hemorrhage clouding its white petals.
When I turn into an empty, sallow corpse,
Purify the darkening sanguine of any mottles,
Revive me from my own remnants.
Scarlet droplets trickling into the tender chalice flower,
Stained with rotten hemorrhage clouding its white petals.
When I turn into an empty, sallow corpse,
Purify the darkening sanguine of any mottles,
Revive me from my own remnants.
#dark
#rebirth
67 reads
Shades of My Past
At the night’s first blush,
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
The sun’s curtains set,
Counting down the dark hours
With a pendulum,
And painted shades of my past
Onto the walls,
With a magenta limelight,
Confined within a carton.
I remain collared
By the forgotten record’s flashbacks,
Restraining me from climbing off
My self-built cage,
To catch a glimpse of rays,
To caress and taste
The breath of wind's whiff.
#dark
#memories
44 reads
Upon My Skin
Apitoxin was infused
from your subtle stinger,
as if a bee left wounds
over and over,
as tokens to keep forever,
except that I died every time.
I became a smudged canvas
with haunting words,
pierced over and over,
the carved stamps within my psyche
emerging upon my skin,
so my pain could be seen.
from your subtle stinger,
as if a bee left wounds
over and over,
as tokens to keep forever,
except that I died every time.
I became a smudged canvas
with haunting words,
pierced over and over,
the carved stamps within my psyche
emerging upon my skin,
so my pain could be seen.
#hurt
55 reads
Quill & Moon
The quill dried, waiting
Thirsting for the crimson ink
To slake its hollow shaft
A reservoir for my worry
The moon wept, lingering
Hiding behind the clouds
After hanging in the night sky
A quiet listener to my story
I broke a promise, ignoring
Their offer to balm
My decaying corpse
Perishing within walls slowly
Into quietus.
Thirsting for the crimson ink
To slake its hollow shaft
A reservoir for my worry
The moon wept, lingering
Hiding behind the clouds
After hanging in the night sky
A quiet listener to my story
I broke a promise, ignoring
Their offer to balm
My decaying corpse
Perishing within walls slowly
Into quietus.
#sadness
49 reads
Into Verse
The caret flashing on the screen
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
echoed my pulse.
My thoughts clamored in frenzy,
refusing to turn into verse.
#WritersBlock
44 reads
Wisp of Coffee
Wisp of coffee curling in the air
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.
#coffee
#dawn
#bittersweet
54 reads
Frayed
A frayed rope
held by thin thread,
on the brink of tattering.
I’m baffled
at how it hasn’t
snapped already.
held by thin thread,
on the brink of tattering.
I’m baffled
at how it hasn’t
snapped already.
#patience
#tolerance
56 reads
Into Shreds
Watching you breathe in
the same air as me,
sharing the very roof and planet
with you,
makes me want to rake my skin,
tear it into shreds,
peel it layer by layer,
crawl away of any scraps left,
set every remnant alight
and flee from any reminder
of you.
the same air as me,
sharing the very roof and planet
with you,
makes me want to rake my skin,
tear it into shreds,
peel it layer by layer,
crawl away of any scraps left,
set every remnant alight
and flee from any reminder
of you.
#dark
#hate
#suffering
66 reads
My Blunders
I removed the cylindrical cell from the clock
Holding back the time
As I stripped out of my body to watch myself
And I could see clearly
Me and my own blunders
Sulking over others’ mistreatment
When they weren’t the only ones to blame
Holding back the time
As I stripped out of my body to watch myself
And I could see clearly
Me and my own blunders
Sulking over others’ mistreatment
When they weren’t the only ones to blame
#SelfReflection
52 reads
Pitiful Souls
Pitiful souls living off crumbs,
hardly surviving alone,
mice digging from bedrock
sifting through debris for daily bread.
Pitiful souls joined in a nest of matrimony
in the name of stability and unity,
sharing scraps,
drawing near to fatality,
in a miserable race against time.
Pitiful souls chasing after copulation,
mindlessly delivering innocent lives
cradled at chaos’ doorstep,
lost embryos left to wander.
Pitiful souls giving birth
to more pitiful souls,
enduring wars,
ruthlessly...
hardly surviving alone,
mice digging from bedrock
sifting through debris for daily bread.
Pitiful souls joined in a nest of matrimony
in the name of stability and unity,
sharing scraps,
drawing near to fatality,
in a miserable race against time.
Pitiful souls chasing after copulation,
mindlessly delivering innocent lives
cradled at chaos’ doorstep,
lost embryos left to wander.
Pitiful souls giving birth
to more pitiful souls,
enduring wars,
ruthlessly...
#despair
#frustration
#sadness #suffering
#sadness #suffering
58 reads
Inch
Every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you hear the crack of porcelain,
shattering into shards?
Could you feel the shiver of skin,
shuddering from unease?
Could you find the rivulet of sanguine,
seeping from my scars?
Could you tell the change of tone,
creating distance with walls?
Could you see the tears of strain,
begging me to step closer?
Yet, every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you notice me inching farther?
Could you hear the crack of porcelain,
shattering into shards?
Could you feel the shiver of skin,
shuddering from unease?
Could you find the rivulet of sanguine,
seeping from my scars?
Could you tell the change of tone,
creating distance with walls?
Could you see the tears of strain,
begging me to step closer?
Yet, every time you’ve inched closer,
Could you notice me inching farther?
#fear
#vulnerability
66 reads
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