Submissions by Nizana (Lauryn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My mother wrote poems when she was younger, mostly about love. Later she returned to poetry to express thoughts and desires that she'd squelched over time. She passed the torch to me (her daughter) when she entered treatment.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
19th Nov 2024 4:27pm
Journal Entry: An atheist's prayer
To the nameless entity that shaped my being and breathed life into this form, I come to you (or it) with a heart of longing and fear. Some say we're fearfully and wonderfully made, crafted with intention and care but I think probably not. I'm only clay in the random hands of nature and fate, given life one day and returned to dust the next.
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
How are we fired with complex threads of life? Through some divine mystery, we have been blessed with existence and have felt the heat of love's embrace. As humans, we cherish vessels of pleasure but continue on or our paths of aging and...
#Buddhist
#death
#erotic #lust
#erotic #lust
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3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th Nov 2024 1:25pm
14th Nov 2024 1:25pm
Vows for a Second Marriage
We gather today under the vast canopy of the universe to celebrate a new commitment between Jennifer and Herald. They stand before us as two of creation's happenstance.
As we share the joy of their union, let us acknowledge the rich experiences that have shaped them. They bring with them memories of their childhood, education, and environment. Let us be honest and acknowledge that they also bring memories of lovers, treasured without regret, as they now embark on a journey to forge a new and deeper love together. Let us encourage them to be enthralled by each other’s beauty, to...
As we share the joy of their union, let us acknowledge the rich experiences that have shaped them. They bring with them memories of their childhood, education, and environment. Let us be honest and acknowledge that they also bring memories of lovers, treasured without regret, as they now embark on a journey to forge a new and deeper love together. Let us encourage them to be enthralled by each other’s beauty, to...
#love
#marriage
#memories
112 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
11th Nov 2024 2:29pm
Birthday Reflection at Twenty-Seven
Looking in the mirror, a silver glint caught my attention—strands of grey, evidence of my twenty-seven years. Born in September of 1997, this human vessel, like all others, is a miracle of chance.
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
Am I simply one flower among many, each releasing a fragrance that beckons others to savor the shared nectar of universal desires? What sweet sharing it is!
Where does my power come from? Though petite, every fiber vibrates with the passions guided by my heart. My lovers, those men whose echoes linger, have each molded me. Their tender lovemaking has sculpted my existence. ...
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love
91 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
10th Nov 2024 8:59pm
Now That I'm Forty
Imperfection is beautiful.
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
I will not detest my body.
These curves define my landscape,
a terrain naturally sculpted
with bulges pleasing to the touch.
My flesh and bone are a diary of existence,
each year etching its tale.
Time, that relentless artist,
sculpts on without pause.
This body—a marvel,
a wild, unfathomable miracle—is mine.
With hands, heart, and sinew,
I stretch into the world
as a giver, a healer,
soil for sowing comfort and joy.
I spread my legs as a...
#identity
#passion
#sex
184 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Nov 2024 1:44pm
7th Nov 2024 1:44pm
Mother's Presence
Our childish whimpers
were the only sounds
from my bedroom.
Would the presence in the hallway
hear pleasure in our voices?
We were innocent as animals,
committed to our natural urges.
I thought all of eternity must have been his
during those seconds of my boyfriend's coming.
I knew it was my mother
standing there listening.
Did she stand in respect of our joining?
I sensed acceptance from her shadow.
Did she feel something of my pleasure?
A single chime from her bedroom ...
were the only sounds
from my bedroom.
Would the presence in the hallway
hear pleasure in our voices?
We were innocent as animals,
committed to our natural urges.
I thought all of eternity must have been his
during those seconds of my boyfriend's coming.
I knew it was my mother
standing there listening.
Did she stand in respect of our joining?
I sensed acceptance from her shadow.
Did she feel something of my pleasure?
A single chime from her bedroom ...
#home
#mother
#sex
144 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
5th Nov 2024 2:21pm
5th Nov 2024 2:21pm
Creepy Creator
We flit and fly
Flutter, then die.
Does a Creator gain pleasure
from watching us?
Flutter, then die.
Does a Creator gain pleasure
from watching us?
#God
#sex
141 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Nov 2024 1:28pm
4th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Prom Night Orgasm - Amplified
Vivian placed her hand over Tim, and he blushed at the heat he felt rushing up his spine.
She whispered, “I love feeling you get hard.”
Tim touched the top of her hand. “Your hand…it’s beautiful.” He hadn’t seen fake nails at school before. These were creamy white. They made her thin fingers seem even longer.
Rubbing the top of her hand, he said, “Your hand’s so smooth.”
Vivian smiled, then bent forward and kissed him. “It tastes so good,” she whispered, her lips still pursed at the edge of him.
Vivian’s mind...
She whispered, “I love feeling you get hard.”
Tim touched the top of her hand. “Your hand…it’s beautiful.” He hadn’t seen fake nails at school before. These were creamy white. They made her thin fingers seem even longer.
Rubbing the top of her hand, he said, “Your hand’s so smooth.”
Vivian smiled, then bent forward and kissed him. “It tastes so good,” she whispered, her lips still pursed at the edge of him.
Vivian’s mind...
#sex
#teens
199 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Nov 2024 11:34am
3rd Nov 2024 11:34am
How Do We Love?
In a shadowed life, my secrets keep,
I spread and show my darkness deep.
A source of laughter, a bed of cheer,
And from within, new life appears.
A healing touch for the scars we bore,
Or marred by greed, a prize some score.
With gentle hands and tender sight,
This spirit I share, in love's pure light.
These gifts we give, from a place within,
As our souls unfold to the grace of sin.
I spread and show my darkness deep.
A source of laughter, a bed of cheer,
And from within, new life appears.
A healing touch for the scars we bore,
Or marred by greed, a prize some score.
With gentle hands and tender sight,
This spirit I share, in love's pure light.
These gifts we give, from a place within,
As our souls unfold to the grace of sin.
#LifeStruggles
#love
#sex
116 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2024 11:54am
2nd Nov 2024 11:54am
1977 in Dallas
In the heart of Dallas, Texas, during the sweltering summer of 1977, Amanda Hodges, known to all as Mandy, was coming of age. She was the youngest of three children all born in Jackson, Mississippi. Seeking work, her father had brought the family to Dallas. With the trauma of the move and loss of friendships, she felt alone, easily overlooked by parents who were consumed with the daily struggle to make ends meet in the tumultuous city. At 17, Mandy was a striking contrast to her family's modest existence; a good student with a yearning to be seen and acknowledged, to find her place in the...
#family
#FirstLove
#historical #sex
#historical #sex
181 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Oct 2024 3:17pm
31st Oct 2024 3:17pm
Staying High
Let’s pull down those jeans, boy, and let me have a look
Just a little salty kiss and maybe then we’ll fuck
I used to look for love, but love showed me the door
So now I’m staying high and I’m fucking like a whore
Just a little salty kiss and maybe then we’ll fuck
I used to look for love, but love showed me the door
So now I’m staying high and I’m fucking like a whore
#addiction
#drugs
#sex
200 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Oct 2024 1:40pm
30th Oct 2024 1:40pm
The Demons I Have Welcomed
I stand alone, a mother,
with a heart torn since my youth.
My child, my flesh, was swept away by demons
That I have welcomed.
I have passed through nights
Filled with lust and its satisfaction.
I have sought comfort in arms
Not mine to keep.
My child is now in another's care
While I dance with shadows.
My choices, like thorns,
Fill me for the moment
But leave emptiness after piercing.
True love must be like stars
That prick the sky,
Distant and untamed,
While I rush to a fleeting night's flame ...
with a heart torn since my youth.
My child, my flesh, was swept away by demons
That I have welcomed.
I have passed through nights
Filled with lust and its satisfaction.
I have sought comfort in arms
Not mine to keep.
My child is now in another's care
While I dance with shadows.
My choices, like thorns,
Fill me for the moment
But leave emptiness after piercing.
True love must be like stars
That prick the sky,
Distant and untamed,
While I rush to a fleeting night's flame ...
#morality
#motherhood
#sex
164 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th Oct 2024 12:41pm
30th Oct 2024 12:41pm
Marriage of Elders
Here before us stand two souls, their hair glistening like threads of moonlight, each strand a testament to the knowledge and serenity earned through the years. Their voices, rich with the timbre of experience, echo the depths of life's embrace—joys and struggles of life formed into beautiful people still able to dance.
With love's fire yet untamed, as they join hands, we are reminded that the fire of love knows no age—it dances in the hearts of the young and the old with equal fervor. Their wisdom, a beacon of light, guides them in their journey together.
Tonight,...
With love's fire yet untamed, as they join hands, we are reminded that the fire of love knows no age—it dances in the hearts of the young and the old with equal fervor. Their wisdom, a beacon of light, guides them in their journey together.
Tonight,...
#aging
#love
#marriage
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