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
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.
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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
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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
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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
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Sep 2024 2:26pm
18th Sep 2024 2:26pm
Blessed Orgasm
In the tender clasp of becoming one,
we are bare, souls laid open,
as divine breath whispers through sinew and bone,
blessing flesh with the touch of the infinite.
In that tremble, in that sigh,
we find the earnest truth of our existence,
naked and splendid, spirit caressing flesh,
the world falls away, and we are but life, pulsing, alive.
we are bare, souls laid open,
as divine breath whispers through sinew and bone,
blessing flesh with the touch of the infinite.
In that tremble, in that sigh,
we find the earnest truth of our existence,
naked and splendid, spirit caressing flesh,
the world falls away, and we are but life, pulsing, alive.
#death
#erotic
#gratitude #orgasm
#gratitude #orgasm
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EROTIC POEM
Published
17th Sep 2024 3:31pm
17th Sep 2024 3:31pm
Wedding Photographer and the Best Man
Marissa adjusted the lens on her camera, capturing the light as it streamed through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, painting the wedding party in a kaleidoscope of colors. At 27, she had carved out a name for herself as a talented wedding photographer, her weekends filled with the promise of new unions and the hope of everlasting love—a hope that, for her, flickered and faded with each passing year.
Her relationships, much like the shutter of her camera, were quick and fleeting. She’d married young but divorced two years later. Since her divorce, love had touched her...
Her relationships, much like the shutter of her camera, were quick and fleeting. She’d married young but divorced two years later. Since her divorce, love had touched her...
#confessional
#LookingForLove
#marriage #romantic
#marriage #romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Sep 2024 2:47pm
16th Sep 2024 2:47pm
Among Ancestors
In the quiet of rooms of ancestors, she lay naked face down,
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
a conduit between generations, breathing in the air
captured by walls her grandfather built
before her own mother's birth. Her legs dangled
silky smooth. They gleamed with a doll-like grace.
The boy standing next to the bed remembers the
knitting needles his grandmother once held.
Her body is an hourglass made of porcelain,
a figurine still in silent dance. Her back curves
gracefully, like a sand dune shaped by the wind,
tapering from her broad shoulders made strong...
#beauty
#family
#FirstLove #memories
#FirstLove #memories
180 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Sep 2024 5:59pm
15th Sep 2024 5:59pm
My Kiss
My kiss punctuates the rhythm of
silence between us, given as a deliberate
offering wrapped in the mystery of
not knowing what meaning you find
in my lips pressed to you.
While we linger in this stillness
the warm morning dew of
anticipation wets me.
My lips whisper their wish for you
as they part to receive
the tip of your tongue.
silence between us, given as a deliberate
offering wrapped in the mystery of
not knowing what meaning you find
in my lips pressed to you.
While we linger in this stillness
the warm morning dew of
anticipation wets me.
My lips whisper their wish for you
as they part to receive
the tip of your tongue.
#FallingInLove
#lust
#romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2024 11:54am
13th Sep 2024 11:54am
The Sacred Union: Wisdom, Lust, and the Divine (Unlikely Church #3)
In the middle of her busy week with classes, Sarah received the following passage from Jake. In his email, he simply said, "I thought you might enjoy this bit of wisdom from a sacred book of mine."
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, our beings swirl in an incomprehensible void. The wise know that the pursuit of fulfillment is a divine quest for every soul. Embrace with reverence the bounties of existence, and in your journey, tread not with guilt upon the paths of desires, for they are wrought from the fabric of life.
Acknowledge the duality of creation,...
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, our beings swirl in an incomprehensible void. The wise know that the pursuit of fulfillment is a divine quest for every soul. Embrace with reverence the bounties of existence, and in your journey, tread not with guilt upon the paths of desires, for they are wrought from the fabric of life.
Acknowledge the duality of creation,...
#lust
#morality
#spiritual
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EROTIC POEM
Published
9th Sep 2024 1:29pm
9th Sep 2024 1:29pm
Unlikely Church Chapter 2
Continuation of the story of Jake and Sarah after they left the bar in Oklahoma City. Jake and Sarah found themselves standing face to face in his darkened farmhouse on the western edge of Oklahoma City. Sarah, a 21-year-old elementary education major, stood clothed in her past righteousness and faithfulness to her Christian heritage. She fekt dizzy in the realization that she was in Jake’s house. Standing in front of Jake, she felt naked in the inadequacy of her beliefs. All that she has ever been seems at risk in the presence of Jake.
Jake, a 37-year-old self-made man stood...
Jake, a 37-year-old self-made man stood...
#love
#romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
7th Sep 2024 1:48pm
7th Sep 2024 1:48pm
The Unlikely Church
In a rustic western bar nestled in the heart of Oklahoma City, the night was in full swing. Wooden floors, worn smooth by countless boots, creaked softly under the weight of the evening crowd. A country guitar hummed in the background, providing a comforting soundtrack to the low buzz of conversation and laughter. The air was thick with the scents of aged whiskey and fried food, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room.
At the far end of the bar, a young woman named Sarah, barely in her twenties, perched on a stool. She wore a modest dress and carried an air of...
At the far end of the bar, a young woman named Sarah, barely in her twenties, perched on a stool. She wore a modest dress and carried an air of...
#ForbiddenLove
#morality
#religion #romantic
#religion #romantic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Sep 2024 1:37pm
6th Sep 2024 1:37pm
Beneath
Beneath the sheets of darkness, her bed was a magic carpet
Woven in threads of memories from her childhood.
In hushed tones, she whispered the names of lovers from her past
Sharing secrets of their touch, and naming the places of her they had.
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
"Do you crave a touch that wakes the night?" she heard a spirit whisper.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers slipped beneath her gown.
Woven in threads of memories from her childhood.
In hushed tones, she whispered the names of lovers from her past
Sharing secrets of their touch, and naming the places of her they had.
As a beautiful child of creation, she had often spread her wings to love
And spent summer nights with passions running free.
"Do you crave a touch that wakes the night?" she heard a spirit whisper.
“Yes,” she said as her fingers slipped beneath her gown.
#gratitude
#lust
#passion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2024 2:32pm
2nd Sep 2024 2:32pm
Casual Affair
Looking at our glasses, I sighed, knowing our time over drinks was coming to an end. Our workday was done but we had obligations, places to be that didn't include lingering in the warmth of each other's company.
But when he took my hand, the world felt warm and real. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, looked directly into mine, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. I was sure he could see into my past.
I watched his face carefully, feeling his tongue in my mouth as he spoke over the roar of happy hour. He still had a couple of hours to spare, he said. It was a lie, but...
But when he took my hand, the world felt warm and real. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, looked directly into mine, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. I was sure he could see into my past.
I watched his face carefully, feeling his tongue in my mouth as he spoke over the roar of happy hour. He still had a couple of hours to spare, he said. It was a lie, but...
#seductive
#temptation
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