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.
Before The Eyes Close
Dreaded bed time
Not really tired
definitely not inspired
The cruel reminder
this isolated slumber
to lie awake and wonder
No chance of you
finding me in the night
to try and make this right
Alone in this partnership
coffee and pleasantries
attending to necessities
Been so long, baby
you never seem to taunt me
and I fear that you don't want me
Meet me in a dream
where our minds can finally stop
and we can seed another crop
Not really tired
definitely not inspired
The cruel reminder
this isolated slumber
to lie awake and wonder
No chance of you
finding me in the night
to try and make this right
Alone in this partnership
coffee and pleasantries
attending to necessities
Been so long, baby
you never seem to taunt me
and I fear that you don't want me
Meet me in a dream
where our minds can finally stop
and we can seed another crop
#love
#loneliness
#hope
#dreams
#lover
591 reads
5 Comments
After The Banquet (Cinquain)
Belly
smooth against mine
faces to each other
slaps of us adding to the fun
dessert
smooth against mine
faces to each other
slaps of us adding to the fun
dessert
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
672 reads
3 Comments
Standing With The Sisters
The courtroom fails you
endlessly
picking details
off you
with biased tweezers
scrolling
your past
for any clue of
suggestive
commentary
airbrushing
your photos
from Halloween
presenting tropical bikini shots
anything with a splash of skin
to vividly demonstrate
what you wear
matters
and what you wore
incited it
* * *
Your words are getting louder
and the sentence of public opinion
is starting to sway a little in your favour
but for every...
endlessly
picking details
off you
with biased tweezers
scrolling
your past
for any clue of
suggestive
commentary
airbrushing
your photos
from Halloween
presenting tropical bikini shots
anything with a splash of skin
to vividly demonstrate
what you wear
matters
and what you wore
incited it
* * *
Your words are getting louder
and the sentence of public opinion
is starting to sway a little in your favour
but for every...
#LifeCycle
660 reads
10 Comments
Slices Of The Beyond (Acrostic)
H ealing the tricycle that circles the chaotic mind
E radicating the inadequacies that lower spirit and stamina
A ssuring us that love and affection need never to be sought
V egetables and fruits, all nourishment, free from chemical manipulation
E ach of us transported to an idyllic playground of peace
N ever to be controlled or violated by another
E radicating the inadequacies that lower spirit and stamina
A ssuring us that love and affection need never to be sought
V egetables and fruits, all nourishment, free from chemical manipulation
E ach of us transported to an idyllic playground of peace
N ever to be controlled or violated by another
#spiritual
#acrostic
#heaven
517 reads
6 Comments
Her Path To Composure
872 reads
3 Comments
Confessions Of The Visual Kind
Volumes of thumbnails
quick nervous clicks
swim through the microfiche
cruising for bits
Quick nervous clicks
strobe splashes of skin
patient, and thorough
the investigation
Cruising for bits
unable to settle
two thousand hits
and not even a medal
Swim through the microfiche
an infinite trail
exploitive, corruptive
your session has failed
Volumes of thumbnails
so much to digest
not one single image
can replace a caress
quick nervous clicks
swim through the microfiche
cruising for bits
Quick nervous clicks
strobe splashes of skin
patient, and thorough
the investigation
Cruising for bits
unable to settle
two thousand hits
and not even a medal
Swim through the microfiche
an infinite trail
exploitive, corruptive
your session has failed
Volumes of thumbnails
so much to digest
not one single image
can replace a caress
#confessional
559 reads
3 Comments
A Collection Of Lost Words
I keep losing the words
in the waves of insecurity
Pages carried away
in the tumultuous tides
Delicious vignettes
crafted to amuse
these faceless companions
along for the cruise
I've lost three today
neglecting to polish them
with any care
and when the time came to retrieve them
they were no longer there
Yes, I'm probably distracted
by what I need to escape
when I pen with the felt tip
to deviate
in the waves of insecurity
Pages carried away
in the tumultuous tides
Delicious vignettes
crafted to amuse
these faceless companions
along for the cruise
I've lost three today
neglecting to polish them
with any care
and when the time came to retrieve them
they were no longer there
Yes, I'm probably distracted
by what I need to escape
when I pen with the felt tip
to deviate
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
618 reads
8 Comments
From Behind
You always turn when it's about to happen.
Don't get me wrong, I love the view.
And how I can grip you in a variety of ways.
And get deeper.
But I never get to look you in the eye
when I start to erupt.
And I know that it isn't because you are shy.
I suspect it may have been another guy.
Don't get me wrong, I love the view.
And how I can grip you in a variety of ways.
And get deeper.
But I never get to look you in the eye
when I start to erupt.
And I know that it isn't because you are shy.
I suspect it may have been another guy.
#anxiety
#dark
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
800 reads
9 Comments
The Persuasion Of Pixels
If I climb into the pixels
will I negate the good sense
to cultivate the wizardry
of my unique capabilities?
Do I dull the soul’s engagement
with an act of distraction
expecting an extravagant splash
by digesting contrived trash?
At what point did I settle
for a malnourished diet
of formulaic prediction?
Am I so disguised by the mass depression
infiltrating our troubled sphere
that I accept artistic debasement
rather than meaningful engagement?
I have been infected by the message ...
will I negate the good sense
to cultivate the wizardry
of my unique capabilities?
Do I dull the soul’s engagement
with an act of distraction
expecting an extravagant splash
by digesting contrived trash?
At what point did I settle
for a malnourished diet
of formulaic prediction?
Am I so disguised by the mass depression
infiltrating our troubled sphere
that I accept artistic debasement
rather than meaningful engagement?
I have been infected by the message ...
#SelfDiscovery
499 reads
4 Comments
The Lover In The Laundry
Does she know
I take my time
folding her panties?
Each pair
revisits
an engagement
seduced
by a coy
reveal
Varied locations
of sweet penetrations
Sometimes
they remain
gently
pushed aside
Most times
tossed
depending
on the prime
A lover's duty
to ensure
they are ready
for the next adventure.
I take my time
folding her panties?
Each pair
revisits
an engagement
seduced
by a coy
reveal
Varied locations
of sweet penetrations
Sometimes
they remain
gently
pushed aside
Most times
tossed
depending
on the prime
A lover's duty
to ensure
they are ready
for the next adventure.
#LifeAsAWriter
659 reads
2 Comments
Free Her If You Must
If this turns out
to be the final year
of us
We had a good run
In sober eyes
a new quest
Is your desire
My worship of you
no longer stokes the fire
You are different
and I remain
If I try too hard
this will never work
In all our time
you were never this alert
So if I fade from
your current view
I will not resent
that I loved you
to be the final year
of us
We had a good run
In sober eyes
a new quest
Is your desire
My worship of you
no longer stokes the fire
You are different
and I remain
If I try too hard
this will never work
In all our time
you were never this alert
So if I fade from
your current view
I will not resent
that I loved you
#breakup
519 reads
2 Comments
The Pattern Of The Problem
You appeared that night
calm appreciation
in a long forgotten town
You were the only person listening
and you sat in the front row
I strummed my guitar
and tried to project my song
above the boisterous crowd
It was busy
and I knew many faces
but I didn't know yours
So I sang to you
my audience of one
When the gig was over
you had evaporated
and I was alone
I married a woman
the following year
She was ruthless
and you found me
in the wreckage
of...
calm appreciation
in a long forgotten town
You were the only person listening
and you sat in the front row
I strummed my guitar
and tried to project my song
above the boisterous crowd
It was busy
and I knew many faces
but I didn't know yours
So I sang to you
my audience of one
When the gig was over
you had evaporated
and I was alone
I married a woman
the following year
She was ruthless
and you found me
in the wreckage
of...
#relationships
#music
#FallingInLove
#SelfReflection
#metaphor
653 reads
2 Comments
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