Submissions by Tenderloin
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Yet to be determined. But my fascinations as a reader tend to drift to biography, horror and of course, the erotic.
A Matter Of Taste
The gloss of your excited condition
flavours my lips
feeding and fueling
my concentrated worship
Your legs rest on my back
as I navigate the median
with mouth and fingers
to draw a response
You shift as each fold
investigated attracts
a pleasured gasp
urging me to sustain
sensations remembered.
flavours my lips
feeding and fueling
my concentrated worship
Your legs rest on my back
as I navigate the median
with mouth and fingers
to draw a response
You shift as each fold
investigated attracts
a pleasured gasp
urging me to sustain
sensations remembered.
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The Restrained Companion
The thrill of a Friday night
endless stars
counted
chased
Alone in the K car
two of us
mixed tapes
painfully edited
with explanations
We could talk for hours
or just sit silently
But I was never aggressive
and I had heard that turned you off
I could wait for an eternity
basking in that possibility
that we might touch,
even kiss
The bravery never came
and you grew tired of waiting
and wondering
Of course, I cried
but I never could...
endless stars
counted
chased
Alone in the K car
two of us
mixed tapes
painfully edited
with explanations
We could talk for hours
or just sit silently
But I was never aggressive
and I had heard that turned you off
I could wait for an eternity
basking in that possibility
that we might touch,
even kiss
The bravery never came
and you grew tired of waiting
and wondering
Of course, I cried
but I never could...
#sadness
#rejection
#romantic
#MovingOn
#nostalgia
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Outside The Squared Circle
Pinned to the floor
waiting for the tap out
There is no referee in sight
to conclude this
The crushing weight,
a relentless twinge in my back
There will be no miraculous
recovery move
You have won,
so why do you persist
to keep me flat?
waiting for the tap out
There is no referee in sight
to conclude this
The crushing weight,
a relentless twinge in my back
There will be no miraculous
recovery move
You have won,
so why do you persist
to keep me flat?
#PopCulture
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Big Debbie Part 2
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Charlatan
Scrawled along the underpass
in bulbous block lettering
the graffiti bubbles
in rebellious condemnation
Cars pass it daily
and only a few catch it
It reads: Charlatan
Our guilt illustrated
in one single word
We see ourselves as experts
where there can be no expertise
Arrogance drives by it
with no second glance
Easy to dismiss
as just another billboard
in a world of signage
I saw it this morning
as I layered my solemn face
with a fraudulent smile
Off...
in bulbous block lettering
the graffiti bubbles
in rebellious condemnation
Cars pass it daily
and only a few catch it
It reads: Charlatan
Our guilt illustrated
in one single word
We see ourselves as experts
where there can be no expertise
Arrogance drives by it
with no second glance
Easy to dismiss
as just another billboard
in a world of signage
I saw it this morning
as I layered my solemn face
with a fraudulent smile
Off...
#environment
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Flirtations
I need your razor intensity
to slice me
with your want
to feel the danger
of your crazed condition
before the mania
comes to a stop
Before I am the victim,
not the prey.
to slice me
with your want
to feel the danger
of your crazed condition
before the mania
comes to a stop
Before I am the victim,
not the prey.
#hope
#dark
#death
#motivational
#StreamOfConsciousness
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The Movement of Moods
Shavings of sadness
litter deserted streets
ready to attach
Parasites
that will corrupt
the good-natured pedestrian
The stroll of solitude
serving to invite
a malady of tears
Steel grey mornings
or bruised midnights
They will be waiting.
litter deserted streets
ready to attach
Parasites
that will corrupt
the good-natured pedestrian
The stroll of solitude
serving to invite
a malady of tears
Steel grey mornings
or bruised midnights
They will be waiting.
#meditation
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Accidents
She snickers
at the mention
of an "accidental overdose".
Her closed mind
believes it to be suicide.
"I don't know," I protest.
"Four medications treating
four different things?".
She will not be converted.
All I know,
is they scare the living shit out of me.
at the mention
of an "accidental overdose".
Her closed mind
believes it to be suicide.
"I don't know," I protest.
"Four medications treating
four different things?".
She will not be converted.
All I know,
is they scare the living shit out of me.
#sadness
#anxiety
#dark #scary
#dark #scary
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Big Debbie
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The Future Holds No Promises
The future holds no promises
Our cloaked diseases
hide within us
We appear quite affable
in our public lives
Few have seen us
clinging to the sunrise
Another day
to imagine
that each diagnosis
may find it's cure
But for now
just a landscape
we will have to endure
The future holds no promises
Our cloaked diseases
hide within us
We appear quite affable
in our public lives
Few have seen us
clinging to the sunrise
Another day
to imagine
that each diagnosis
may find it's cure
But for now
just a landscape
we will have to endure
The future holds no promises
#strength
#disappointment
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Chasing A Vision
Without intention,
you are compelled
to act against type
to step from the usual confines;
a stray leaf upon a stream
carried to an unknown destination.
Sometimes…
Without influence, or triggers
you respond and react
In a blissfully, pleasant rhythm
to an anonymous catalyst
that defies all logic
and relies solely on faith.
Other times,
you are stashed in a corner,
amongst old journals
useless possessions
questionable habits.
Only astrology can explain it.
It arrives with no...
you are compelled
to act against type
to step from the usual confines;
a stray leaf upon a stream
carried to an unknown destination.
Sometimes…
Without influence, or triggers
you respond and react
In a blissfully, pleasant rhythm
to an anonymous catalyst
that defies all logic
and relies solely on faith.
Other times,
you are stashed in a corner,
amongst old journals
useless possessions
questionable habits.
Only astrology can explain it.
It arrives with no...
#PopCulture
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Dolores
A petite little entity
brought a crowd to their feet
a cranberry can be bitter,
she can also be sweet
That voice travelled through Kingswood
on your first North American Tour
and most of the crowd
had no idea who you were
But you fronted a good band
and turned the listener on
Jump a few years ahead,
everyone knew your songs
“Zombie” became a staple
covered by a hundred bands
and every time you recorded
you always met the demands
I remember one time,
I had a very close encounter ...
brought a crowd to their feet
a cranberry can be bitter,
she can also be sweet
That voice travelled through Kingswood
on your first North American Tour
and most of the crowd
had no idea who you were
But you fronted a good band
and turned the listener on
Jump a few years ahead,
everyone knew your songs
“Zombie” became a staple
covered by a hundred bands
and every time you recorded
you always met the demands
I remember one time,
I had a very close encounter ...
#music
#memorial
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