Submissions by NimmieAmee
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
25th Jul 2014 7:15am
25th Jul 2014 7:15am
Fixed
I'll live my dreams
and fly
if only for as long
as it takes
for the concrete
to rush to meet me
and fly
if only for as long
as it takes
for the concrete
to rush to meet me
706 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jul 2014 11:27pm
20th Jul 2014 11:27pm
25 things that suck about summer:
1) It's too warm to wear your hair down
2) Sunburn
3) It's too warm for hot coffee
4) It's too warm to cook
5) Most stores aren't open all night, when it's finally not COMPLETE torture outside
6) Having to wake up earlier to give yourself time to put on sunscreen
7) Greasy skin because of sunscreen
8) Sweat
9) Ice cream melts too fast
10) Having to wear socks and shoes because it's dangerous and socially unacceptable not to, but it being so warm that it's torment
11) You can only take off so much...
2) Sunburn
3) It's too warm for hot coffee
4) It's too warm to cook
5) Most stores aren't open all night, when it's finally not COMPLETE torture outside
6) Having to wake up earlier to give yourself time to put on sunscreen
7) Greasy skin because of sunscreen
8) Sweat
9) Ice cream melts too fast
10) Having to wear socks and shoes because it's dangerous and socially unacceptable not to, but it being so warm that it's torment
11) You can only take off so much...
704 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Jul 2014 7:31am
16th Jul 2014 7:31am
Have you?
Have you ever met one of those people, those intoxicating people?
The ones who could be gone from your life for weeks, months, even years at a time, but the moment you see them again they're all you can think about? The ones who people trip over themselves to please, without ever really stopping to think why, what draws them to the person?
Our minds come up with excuses for why we act this way toward these people. We tell ourselves it's their charm, their sex appeal. If we can detach ourselves enough to think of it objectively though, they're usually not what most people would say...
The ones who could be gone from your life for weeks, months, even years at a time, but the moment you see them again they're all you can think about? The ones who people trip over themselves to please, without ever really stopping to think why, what draws them to the person?
Our minds come up with excuses for why we act this way toward these people. We tell ourselves it's their charm, their sex appeal. If we can detach ourselves enough to think of it objectively though, they're usually not what most people would say...
1002 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Jul 2014 10:21pm
7th Jul 2014 10:21pm
Work in progress
Make me burn with pain
just to prove i'm Yours.
Make me glow with pride
for having pleased You.
Make me scream Your name
and beg for mercy.
Make me sink with shame
for having failed You.
Brand Yourself
into my every moment.
Every inch of myself
belonging to You.
Take all that i am
and make me more
Your possession, Your tool
and precious to You
just to prove i'm Yours.
Make me glow with pride
for having pleased You.
Make me scream Your name
and beg for mercy.
Make me sink with shame
for having failed You.
Brand Yourself
into my every moment.
Every inch of myself
belonging to You.
Take all that i am
and make me more
Your possession, Your tool
and precious to You
877 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jul 2014 10:32pm
3rd Jul 2014 10:32pm
Dandelion Dearest
Defiant in the face of
Adversity
Never minding society's
Disapproval and weed demonizing
Ever growing wanted or no
Lawns beautified
In gorgeous sunshine
Obstinate autonomy making
Noble detested jewels
Adversity
Never minding society's
Disapproval and weed demonizing
Ever growing wanted or no
Lawns beautified
In gorgeous sunshine
Obstinate autonomy making
Noble detested jewels
665 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Jul 2014 9:09am
2nd Jul 2014 9:09am
Nips out, ladies!
The fact that the image
of a breastfeeding mother
is considered controversial
and people feel the need
to censor it,
the fact that people feel uncomfortable
around breastfeeding mothers
and mothers are told
to cover up
and take it elsewhere
shows just how deep
the sexualization
and objectification
of women’s bodies in our culture is..
This is the breast’s
natural function,
there’s nothing sexual,
perverse,
or inappropriate about it!
People use breasts
to get free drinks, ...
of a breastfeeding mother
is considered controversial
and people feel the need
to censor it,
the fact that people feel uncomfortable
around breastfeeding mothers
and mothers are told
to cover up
and take it elsewhere
shows just how deep
the sexualization
and objectification
of women’s bodies in our culture is..
This is the breast’s
natural function,
there’s nothing sexual,
perverse,
or inappropriate about it!
People use breasts
to get free drinks, ...
694 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2014 2:47am
2nd Jul 2014 2:47am
Prisoner
What am I doing
here?
I go home,
disappointed with an
all clear.
… What am I doing here?...
Meeting people's expectations;
laughing,
crying,
loving,
fighting,
hating,
fucking..
mostly
all the same person.
A missed chance..
Wouldn't it have been
some kind of beautiful
symmetry
if what fueled me
had done me in?
here?
I go home,
disappointed with an
all clear.
… What am I doing here?...
Meeting people's expectations;
laughing,
crying,
loving,
fighting,
hating,
fucking..
mostly
all the same person.
A missed chance..
Wouldn't it have been
some kind of beautiful
symmetry
if what fueled me
had done me in?
813 reads
4 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Jun 2014 5:36am
4th Jun 2014 5:36am
End of Message
"If it were destroyed, would you be free, beautiful angel?"
"There is no freedom for a Messenger slain. No heaven. No hell. If it were destroyed, I would cease. No part of me would continue. That would be peace. After everything I've seen here, everything that was done, that would be as close to peace as a Messenger torn from The Message could hope. I was a part of something.. something so.."
"But that wasn't your fault. They captured you. They t-"
"Doesn't matter. This.. body is stained in this world. This humanity....
"There is no freedom for a Messenger slain. No heaven. No hell. If it were destroyed, I would cease. No part of me would continue. That would be peace. After everything I've seen here, everything that was done, that would be as close to peace as a Messenger torn from The Message could hope. I was a part of something.. something so.."
"But that wasn't your fault. They captured you. They t-"
"Doesn't matter. This.. body is stained in this world. This humanity....
893 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th May 2014 6:45pm
7th May 2014 6:45pm
Spanking
I was spanked as a kid, and let me tell you, it never taught me any lesson or respect.
I was like;
“Really, you're going to hit me as punishment? Yeah, just try to tell me violence is wrong after that."
"It's on my butt so it doesn't count or something? Ok, I'll just hit people on the butt from now on. That's not ok? Gee, go figure."
"Oh, now you're going to hit me as punishment for hitting someone? Explain how that makes sense, is ok, and isn't hypocritical."
"Because you're an adult and I'm a child? You just taught your...
I was like;
“Really, you're going to hit me as punishment? Yeah, just try to tell me violence is wrong after that."
"It's on my butt so it doesn't count or something? Ok, I'll just hit people on the butt from now on. That's not ok? Gee, go figure."
"Oh, now you're going to hit me as punishment for hitting someone? Explain how that makes sense, is ok, and isn't hypocritical."
"Because you're an adult and I'm a child? You just taught your...
1123 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th May 2014 5:06pm
7th May 2014 5:06pm
Yours
My flesh is laid
nearly as bare
as my mind
before you.
Stripped of all defenses
by probing intellect
and nimble tongue,
you permeate
everything that I am
in this moment.
Every last drop
of my sweat,
and tears
is offered up
in humble hopes
of your gratification
in your possession.
nearly as bare
as my mind
before you.
Stripped of all defenses
by probing intellect
and nimble tongue,
you permeate
everything that I am
in this moment.
Every last drop
of my sweat,
and tears
is offered up
in humble hopes
of your gratification
in your possession.
826 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Apr 2014 4:28pm
24th Apr 2014 4:28pm
Waiting
I'm withering
without the force of your hands.
My skin a barren canvas,
the purple long faded,
and this pristine state
now seems grotesque.
My throat screams for your grip
as my mind echos
and begs to be filled by you
with the rest of me.
without the force of your hands.
My skin a barren canvas,
the purple long faded,
and this pristine state
now seems grotesque.
My throat screams for your grip
as my mind echos
and begs to be filled by you
with the rest of me.
840 reads
6 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2014 10:26am
22nd Mar 2014 10:26am
Absolution
Your gaze travels
painting pale skin red
in its wake
Trapped like this
in hemp and obedience
I cannot hide
Your heady scent
of leather and desire
moistens my thighs
My body reacts
to your slightest motion
in fearful anticipation
Lashes run teasingly
down my bared flesh
awakening my nerves
Your weight shifts
and my chest trembles
with quickened breath
A sudden change
my chin forced upward
in your grasp
I know that
as your eyes pin me
I am Yours
painting pale skin red
in its wake
Trapped like this
in hemp and obedience
I cannot hide
Your heady scent
of leather and desire
moistens my thighs
My body reacts
to your slightest motion
in fearful anticipation
Lashes run teasingly
down my bared flesh
awakening my nerves
Your weight shifts
and my chest trembles
with quickened breath
A sudden change
my chin forced upward
in your grasp
I know that
as your eyes pin me
I am Yours
797 reads
4 Comments
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