Submissions by Nari (Laura Jean)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Expatriotbound
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2018 5:45am
23rd Sep 2018 5:45am
South
i remember
what it was like
mining South
loosening red clay
soil unearthed
increasing oxygen
and nothing
got under my nails
but you
as hours passed
surveying
iron-rich mud
and sediment
in a region
wide open
for harvest.
what it was like
mining South
loosening red clay
soil unearthed
increasing oxygen
and nothing
got under my nails
but you
as hours passed
surveying
iron-rich mud
and sediment
in a region
wide open
for harvest.
#women
#lesbian
#erotic
#feminism
#nature
794 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Sep 2018 2:37pm
20th Sep 2018 2:37pm
Pride
#narrative
#confessional
#historical
#SelfReflection
#LGBT
598 reads
EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Sep 2018 2:30pm
20th Sep 2018 2:30pm
Eclipse
I want to
wear you
like a cloak
hanging
from the edge
of a sullen chair
waiting
for
the ocean murmurs
to start
hopes and dreams
under foot
now
blooming all around me
won't you
Come.
close
with the solemn dagger's
thrusting motion
and
all the signs
of being bothered
by
a lunar eclipse.
wear you
like a cloak
hanging
from the edge
of a sullen chair
waiting
for
the ocean murmurs
to start
hopes and dreams
under foot
now
blooming all around me
won't you
Come.
close
with the solemn dagger's
thrusting motion
and
all the signs
of being bothered
by
a lunar eclipse.
#women
#lesbian
#romantic
#erotic
#admiration
750 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2018 3:59pm
3rd Jul 2018 3:59pm
Poetry
My desk grew tired
of not being used for anything else
except homework
but it was already taking place
at my computer's torso.
Sound escaped
through the pores of my bedroom walls;
they were paper thin
and we became
an inflamed nerve.
It's always the crime sonnets,
that make the loveliest
read
after hours.
At the rate of
becoming a run on sentence,
you struggled to get as much of yourself out
as quickly as possible.
And I became an uprising ...
of not being used for anything else
except homework
but it was already taking place
at my computer's torso.
Sound escaped
through the pores of my bedroom walls;
they were paper thin
and we became
an inflamed nerve.
It's always the crime sonnets,
that make the loveliest
read
after hours.
At the rate of
becoming a run on sentence,
you struggled to get as much of yourself out
as quickly as possible.
And I became an uprising ...
#lust
#lesbian
#dating
#nostalgia
#girlfriend
636 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2018 4:34am
3rd Jul 2018 4:34am
Bonsai
Surgery on the breasts
speak to the ancient art of
feet binding
and reminds us
that we have not been born
with the intents of being pruned
in areas that are
simply wrong to exist in...
punished
by the sloughing
of mandarin type flesh and dead tissue
in hopes of securing
a particular disposition in life
and the layers of gauze always
secret the new skin
not for contempt
nor shame of being gilded
by the ways in which I may appear to this world...
not for my partner's pleasure
but for...
speak to the ancient art of
feet binding
and reminds us
that we have not been born
with the intents of being pruned
in areas that are
simply wrong to exist in...
punished
by the sloughing
of mandarin type flesh and dead tissue
in hopes of securing
a particular disposition in life
and the layers of gauze always
secret the new skin
not for contempt
nor shame of being gilded
by the ways in which I may appear to this world...
not for my partner's pleasure
but for...
#women
#identity
#beauty
#feminism
#SelfDiscovery
531 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2018 4:30am
3rd Jul 2018 4:30am
Painting
It's best to be able to mean it, regardless of when the mood strikes
in the morning or at night when no one's even looking.
When left standing alone to fend for itself in a world full of critics
who palpitate for signs of vulnerability or light-headedness in my work.
A weakening in the palette means
that each stroke moves quickly from Scorpio into Sagittarius;
magnetic, easily moved and quick to detect insult.
Reckless and indifferent to consequences
who are obviously fearless on canvas; art
in search of charm, forthrightness and optimism; ...
in the morning or at night when no one's even looking.
When left standing alone to fend for itself in a world full of critics
who palpitate for signs of vulnerability or light-headedness in my work.
A weakening in the palette means
that each stroke moves quickly from Scorpio into Sagittarius;
magnetic, easily moved and quick to detect insult.
Reckless and indifferent to consequences
who are obviously fearless on canvas; art
in search of charm, forthrightness and optimism; ...
#erotic
#inspirational
#learning
#SelfReflection
#art
590 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2018 8:30pm
2nd Jul 2018 8:30pm
Number 18
The holidays were restless before they nestled in
like snow flirting with the threat of thunder.
As the wind began to mature outside;
antlers would eventually invade like branches.
Limbs
who crushed
through these walls
that I call home.
Some of the ornaments rolled out
from beneath teenage ruins
and lit up like parts of me on Xmas eve
but it didn't stop there.
Others made off with tidings
that would soon melt into insolence
and now that same...
like snow flirting with the threat of thunder.
As the wind began to mature outside;
antlers would eventually invade like branches.
Limbs
who crushed
through these walls
that I call home.
Some of the ornaments rolled out
from beneath teenage ruins
and lit up like parts of me on Xmas eve
but it didn't stop there.
Others made off with tidings
that would soon melt into insolence
and now that same...
#admiration
#lust
#erotic
#nostalgia
#sensual
688 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2018 8:25pm
2nd Jul 2018 8:25pm
Boots
You had Jagermeister
and we were drowned out by men
dressed in war-time sentiments;
eagerly stroking
the community's protocol.
While having another beer,
you suggested that it would only take
1 shot of what you were having
to put someone like me
down for the night.
Our leather rubbed against each other
and in their wake they either spoke to me,
for me or about me
but rarely ever just spoke.
$200 worth of eroticism...
and we were drowned out by men
dressed in war-time sentiments;
eagerly stroking
the community's protocol.
While having another beer,
you suggested that it would only take
1 shot of what you were having
to put someone like me
down for the night.
Our leather rubbed against each other
and in their wake they either spoke to me,
for me or about me
but rarely ever just spoke.
$200 worth of eroticism...
#gay
#LGBT
#BDSM
#erotic
#women
766 reads
5 Comments
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