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
9th Oct 2024 2:35pm
9th Oct 2024 2:35pm
Last Dance
Life’s taught me plenty. I've danced through years with laughter and tears and loved a lot. Men have come and gone, like seasons, each one leaving a mark, a memory, or taking a piece of my heart. But now I’m staring down the end of my road. The doctor's words hit hard. “It’s terminal," he said. “Soon, you’ll grow weak as the cancer grows and you’ll lose control of your body. We can keep you comfortable but you only have weeks left.”
I cried. Fear gripped me. I knew there wasn’t anything after this this life, just a void. I used to believe in heaven but that fell away long...
I cried. Fear gripped me. I knew there wasn’t anything after this this life, just a void. I used to believe in heaven but that fell away long...
#death
#love
86 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
8th Oct 2024 3:48pm
8th Oct 2024 3:48pm
Prom Night Orgasm
Vivian spent hours on hair, makeup, and dressing for the prom. Her mother said, "That dress is too sexy," but Vivian persisted. Her mother thought, The boy is nice, and my girl has a good reputation.
How could her mother know that the prom would lead to a private house party and an available bedroom. When the clock chimed eleven, she thought back to her younger years and mistakes she’d made. I shouldn't have let her wear that dress, she thought.
At that very moment, Vivian’s body arched involuntarily as her first ever orgasm shot through her naïve...
How could her mother know that the prom would lead to a private house party and an available bedroom. When the clock chimed eleven, she thought back to her younger years and mistakes she’d made. I shouldn't have let her wear that dress, she thought.
At that very moment, Vivian’s body arched involuntarily as her first ever orgasm shot through her naïve...
#sex
#teens
141 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Oct 2024 1:01pm
7th Oct 2024 1:01pm
Flames Against the Coming Dark
She looked down to their joining where he ended and she began.
His eyes watered at her kindness, this vessel of beauty
Spilling open without reservation or plea.
And so, he pressed into her heat, eyes wide with knowing,
That this dance of two hearts thrilled by their joining
Would one day fall silent, yielding to the passing of time.
These fleeting caresses and whispered prayers
Would dissolve into the ether of forgetting,
As both suffer the finality of earth's embrace.
Yet, how luminous they were that night!
How...
His eyes watered at her kindness, this vessel of beauty
Spilling open without reservation or plea.
And so, he pressed into her heat, eyes wide with knowing,
That this dance of two hearts thrilled by their joining
Would one day fall silent, yielding to the passing of time.
These fleeting caresses and whispered prayers
Would dissolve into the ether of forgetting,
As both suffer the finality of earth's embrace.
Yet, how luminous they were that night!
How...
#death
#love
#sex
134 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
The Women Before Me - Journal entry
October 6, 2024
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
#family
#historical
#love #SelfReflection
#love #SelfReflection
74 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Oct 2024 6:21pm
6th Oct 2024 6:21pm
Will I Be Remembered?
Dear journal
My thoughts are troubled. The clear truth is that one day, I will face the same ending that meets all humans. I cannot escape death.
Will anyone remember me when I am ash? Will there be any record of past loves in the ruins of what once was? Will the beauty of nature, the rustling leaves, the chorus of the ocean still sing to me in the darkness that awaits? And the kindness I've known, the gentle touches, the warm smiles – will they carry any weight in that land of nothingness?
These were my thoughts as I lay in my bed missing my daughter. My...
My thoughts are troubled. The clear truth is that one day, I will face the same ending that meets all humans. I cannot escape death.
Will anyone remember me when I am ash? Will there be any record of past loves in the ruins of what once was? Will the beauty of nature, the rustling leaves, the chorus of the ocean still sing to me in the darkness that awaits? And the kindness I've known, the gentle touches, the warm smiles – will they carry any weight in that land of nothingness?
These were my thoughts as I lay in my bed missing my daughter. My...
#animals
#death
#lover
119 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
4th Oct 2024 10:30pm
4th Oct 2024 10:30pm
Necessary Parting
October 4, 2024
Yesterday was harder than I thought it would be. Handing Ava over to David and his wife felt like I was tearing a piece of my heart out and watching it walk away. For five months, she's been my constant companion, my little girl who needed me for everything — especially the comfort and nourishment of breastfeeding. It's been an intimate bond, one that I never thought I'd be able to break, even temporarily.
But after the abortion, everything feels different. The decision to go out of state for the procedure wasn't easy, but it was necessary. I keep telling...
Yesterday was harder than I thought it would be. Handing Ava over to David and his wife felt like I was tearing a piece of my heart out and watching it walk away. For five months, she's been my constant companion, my little girl who needed me for everything — especially the comfort and nourishment of breastfeeding. It's been an intimate bond, one that I never thought I'd be able to break, even temporarily.
But after the abortion, everything feels different. The decision to go out of state for the procedure wasn't easy, but it was necessary. I keep telling...
#daughter
#healing
#MentalHealth #motherhood
#MentalHealth #motherhood
89 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:07pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:07pm
Burden Lifted
Journal Entry: October 1, 2024
My good friend drove me from Dallas to Albuquerque, NM, for a medical procedure that lifted a burden from my life. It went well and I was released two hours after the procedure. We stayed at a hotel for two nights, resting in the quiet comfort of our friendship.
While I was away, my daughter Ava was with her father, David, whose steady presence and new wife, who is kind and respectful, maintain balance in our lives.
I recall writing about my friend's wedding, a joyous time now shadowed by a betrayal and divorce that followed a year...
My good friend drove me from Dallas to Albuquerque, NM, for a medical procedure that lifted a burden from my life. It went well and I was released two hours after the procedure. We stayed at a hotel for two nights, resting in the quiet comfort of our friendship.
While I was away, my daughter Ava was with her father, David, whose steady presence and new wife, who is kind and respectful, maintain balance in our lives.
I recall writing about my friend's wedding, a joyous time now shadowed by a betrayal and divorce that followed a year...
#LifeStruggles
#pregnancy
95 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Sep 2024 2:45pm
26th Sep 2024 2:45pm
The Weight of Past Choices
In the quiet spaces between
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
#lust
#sex
185 reads
4 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th Sep 2024 3:45pm
24th Sep 2024 3:45pm
Entering the Storm - Unlikely Church #5
Jake entered Sarah’s apartment and gave Sarah a quick kiss as they laughed at their awkwardness.
Sarah stepped over to her refrigerator and said, “I need some water. Would you like a glass before we go?”
“Yes,” said Jake.
As Sarah turned, Jake noticed her soft puppy-like eyes opened wide as if focused on everything.
“Thank you,” Jake said taking the glass.
“Staying busy with school helped me cope with not seeing you for a whole week but it’s been hard,” she said feeling her face redden with a blush at her boldness.
Jake...
Sarah stepped over to her refrigerator and said, “I need some water. Would you like a glass before we go?”
“Yes,” said Jake.
As Sarah turned, Jake noticed her soft puppy-like eyes opened wide as if focused on everything.
“Thank you,” Jake said taking the glass.
“Staying busy with school helped me cope with not seeing you for a whole week but it’s been hard,” she said feeling her face redden with a blush at her boldness.
Jake...
#lust
#philosophical
#religion #sex
#religion #sex
155 reads
3 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2024 3:27pm
23rd Sep 2024 3:27pm
An Atheist's Scripture - Unlikely Church #4
Let us seek to understand our existence in the realm of the "already named," a world that is both vast in its cosmic indifference and intimate in its human narratives.
We are mere animals whose fate is sealed in the nature of our mortality. Our ultimate end is known to us all. Death awaits each of us without prejudice or pause. In this recognition, we must face the stark truth that we can gain no knowledge of absolute goodness during our fleeting moments under the sun. Such absolutes are constructs of the mind that seeks certainty in an indifferent universe.
...
We are mere animals whose fate is sealed in the nature of our mortality. Our ultimate end is known to us all. Death awaits each of us without prejudice or pause. In this recognition, we must face the stark truth that we can gain no knowledge of absolute goodness during our fleeting moments under the sun. Such absolutes are constructs of the mind that seeks certainty in an indifferent universe.
...
#animals
#identity
#sex
118 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2024 4:45am
23rd Sep 2024 4:45am
Psalm of Letting Go
Universe unending, hear the plea of one who ends,
Let your continuing presence cover me.
As rivers flow to the sea, they carry my tears,
For within me stirs a life I cannot claim,
A spark I must extinguish, though my heart aches with sorrow.
Naked beneath the moon's glow, I knew love's sweet embrace,
What pleasures we had in toiling the soil and
Planting the seed not wishing for harvest.
But from his seed a tender life began,
Only I remain, alone between the paths of survival and sin.
Does he still remember the grace of my...
Let your continuing presence cover me.
As rivers flow to the sea, they carry my tears,
For within me stirs a life I cannot claim,
A spark I must extinguish, though my heart aches with sorrow.
Naked beneath the moon's glow, I knew love's sweet embrace,
What pleasures we had in toiling the soil and
Planting the seed not wishing for harvest.
But from his seed a tender life began,
Only I remain, alone between the paths of survival and sin.
Does he still remember the grace of my...
#death
#prayer
#pregnancy
125 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
19th Sep 2024 1:25pm
19th Sep 2024 1:25pm
I Can't Do It?
I stared at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief. Just four months after giving birth to my Ava, I can't be expecting again!
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can...
I looked back at my calendar to remember. It was Wednesday, July 31st. I'd drawn a heart shape around it in a moment of romantic whimsy. That heart marked the first of three nights of lovemaking in a whirlwind week. The man was long gone. How could I have been so careless? So easy?
Raising a second child on my own? I can't do it. Should I birth the child and put it up for adoption or have an abortion? These are the only choices I can...
#disappointment
#erotic
#pregnancy
156 reads
7 Comments
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