Submissions by Lilliputian
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Snippets of me.
Sanguine Plumule
Weeping tarnished pearls
For the sprout in anguish
Seeking my shelter
That harms her instead
These aren’t my wails
They’re hers
Inflicted by my green thumb
Withering the fragile
Sanguine plumule
For the sprout in anguish
Seeking my shelter
That harms her instead
These aren’t my wails
They’re hers
Inflicted by my green thumb
Withering the fragile
Sanguine plumule
#dark
#hurt
#sadness
72 reads
Inferno _ with "Adagio & Everavalon"
Through the cornea of the Twilight's camera
Chains of tentacles coiled around my shotty
Like anchovies swimming in my esophagus
Through the gills of my outer body
Feeling the chill of the Vodka tonic
Dragging me to the depths of a boiling inferno
Locked in the magma chamber broiling my flesh
For the hordes of wandering escargot
In the toil of my tomorrow
The char runs deep— I’m bitten
By the souls in this acrid plume
Binding my sears
With a poultice of withered vine
Come dine with me sorrow
Feed me the singe...
Chains of tentacles coiled around my shotty
Like anchovies swimming in my esophagus
Through the gills of my outer body
Feeling the chill of the Vodka tonic
Dragging me to the depths of a boiling inferno
Locked in the magma chamber broiling my flesh
For the hordes of wandering escargot
In the toil of my tomorrow
The char runs deep— I’m bitten
By the souls in this acrid plume
Binding my sears
With a poultice of withered vine
Come dine with me sorrow
Feed me the singe...
#dark
#collaboration
84 reads
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Blank
blank page with unwritten thoughts
tear stained cheeks
losing the thread to my depths
tear stained cheeks
losing the thread to my depths
#emptiness
97 reads
Candlelit Dinner with The Forlorn
Besotted with my soulmate
Sitting across the table
In a candlelit dinner
For our first date
The moon, as a witness
To our fondness
A lifetime forlorn companions
Me and the echo of silence
Our bittersweet bond we share
Mesmerizing eyes
A glimmer reflecting
The requited love
We have for each other
Sitting across the table
In a candlelit dinner
For our first date
The moon, as a witness
To our fondness
A lifetime forlorn companions
Me and the echo of silence
Our bittersweet bond we share
Mesmerizing eyes
A glimmer reflecting
The requited love
We have for each other
#loneliness
117 reads
To Decipher Myself
Something is wrenching from within,
Tugging and pulling at my rib cage.
Can someone dissect my corpse?
For I’m unable to decipher myself.
Perform an autopsy to unravel my insides,
Delve into my organs and tissues.
Infer the cause of my death,
Infer the cause of my agony.
Tugging and pulling at my rib cage.
Can someone dissect my corpse?
For I’m unable to decipher myself.
Perform an autopsy to unravel my insides,
Delve into my organs and tissues.
Infer the cause of my death,
Infer the cause of my agony.
#sadness
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I Moved On
I moved on with open wounds,
ignoring the blood trickling
until every single drop dried
and I collapsed, a cadaver myself.
I moved on with my broken pieces
buried under my pillow,
piercing through my skin,
neglecting their plea for release.
I walked with untreated scars,
I slept with scattered shards,
and in nights like these,
I fall apart, uncared for.
Realizing I never truly moved on.
ignoring the blood trickling
until every single drop dried
and I collapsed, a cadaver myself.
I moved on with my broken pieces
buried under my pillow,
piercing through my skin,
neglecting their plea for release.
I walked with untreated scars,
I slept with scattered shards,
and in nights like these,
I fall apart, uncared for.
Realizing I never truly moved on.
#grief
103 reads
Her Shadow
Living as a shade of her,
Surviving in the shining light,
Stuck on these walls, these floors,
Tired from following her commands,
Trailing in silence
As if I lack a mind of my own.
When she sleeps, I fade away,
Waiting for her to breathe life into me,
I envy her for having a soul, a body,
I need them to be mine
Wishing to possess her,
To break free from these confines.
Surviving in the shining light,
Stuck on these walls, these floors,
Tired from following her commands,
Trailing in silence
As if I lack a mind of my own.
When she sleeps, I fade away,
Waiting for her to breathe life into me,
I envy her for having a soul, a body,
I need them to be mine
Wishing to possess her,
To break free from these confines.
#freedom
#shadows
100 reads
Torn Cardigan
Your words embraced me like a cardigan
Warm and delicate during the cold
I held onto with my shaky hands
To feel something I long for
But now it’s torn
Letting the chilly wind
Slip through the holes
My words are clueless
Unknowing how to hug
Strangling me instead
Freezing my empty heart
Buried in frost
Warm and delicate during the cold
I held onto with my shaky hands
To feel something I long for
But now it’s torn
Letting the chilly wind
Slip through the holes
My words are clueless
Unknowing how to hug
Strangling me instead
Freezing my empty heart
Buried in frost
#emptiness
#grief
#memories
79 reads
I Like Me Better
I like me better when
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
I’m just a shadow painted on the wall.
Dim light illuminated from the lamp,
Casting this version of me
Murky and opaque, a proof I exist,
Mirroring and tailing my movements
To remind me of what I am,
Though it knows not who I am.
This silhouette, merely a fragment of me,
Dancing across the room while I’m writhing,
A glorious reflection of my being,
Failed to display my agony
As it lingers, quietly witnessing.
That’s why I like me better when I’m her.
I trace the contours of...
#beauty
#identity
#shadows #suffering
#shadows #suffering
108 reads
Begotten _ with "Vision_of_insanity"
Bleak world torn with ruin
Born from the infinite void
Subject towards your sensation
An image of a dying god
Eviscerated to bleed
A demise of the divine
Giving life to mayhem
Seeking bloodshed
Forsaken be thy father
Beget the scourge of your creation
Cast out of womb so desolate
Consumed by the funeral pyre
Visceral life emerging
From decay and destruction
Born only to writhe in pain
A slow torment to perish
Desecrated by the nomads...
Born from the infinite void
Subject towards your sensation
An image of a dying god
Eviscerated to bleed
A demise of the divine
Giving life to mayhem
Seeking bloodshed
Forsaken be thy father
Beget the scourge of your creation
Cast out of womb so desolate
Consumed by the funeral pyre
Visceral life emerging
From decay and destruction
Born only to writhe in pain
A slow torment to perish
Desecrated by the nomads...
#dark
#death
#evil #horror
#evil #horror
105 reads
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My Aria
I’m uncertain if my bleeding is agonizing enough
For me to weep,
Or if I’m just caught in an extravagant opera
Performing an aria,
Like a soprano lamenting her melodic pain
In search of aid.
Cluelessly applauding brava for her bel canto
During her cadenza,
As she sweeps the floor with her paltry blood and tears,
When others’ sorrows
Weigh heavier than her ceasing high note,
To even dare to cry.
For me to weep,
Or if I’m just caught in an extravagant opera
Performing an aria,
Like a soprano lamenting her melodic pain
In search of aid.
Cluelessly applauding brava for her bel canto
During her cadenza,
As she sweeps the floor with her paltry blood and tears,
When others’ sorrows
Weigh heavier than her ceasing high note,
To even dare to cry.
#sadness
#SelfWorth
#suffering
85 reads
Lifeless
lifeless, he said
and perhaps he was right
i’m not quite sure when she lost
the sparkle gleaming in her dark iris
the glow radiating from her ingenuous face
but somewhere along the way
she became this hollow skydancer
drifting aimlessly to the wind’s ravage
like a ghost dressed in tulle
as a soulless body with worn-out senses
...
and perhaps he was right
i’m not quite sure when she lost
the sparkle gleaming in her dark iris
the glow radiating from her ingenuous face
but somewhere along the way
she became this hollow skydancer
drifting aimlessly to the wind’s ravage
like a ghost dressed in tulle
as a soulless body with worn-out senses
...
#emptiness
88 reads
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