Sorry Desire Poems

Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and...

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I say sorry as I feel the best I've ever felt

Moaning my apologies into the hand of a man that I know will never hold...

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Verse 1: 
My life is full of strife, yet I want to live
I’m just not feeling good enough I guess…
Expressing how I feel is the...

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An anticlimactic sexual event...

with Barb Black née Beebee
to help set the ghost
of little Willy Brandt free
(a non German, but germane fellow  
courtesy Craigslist classified
personals...

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Fill in the gaps
In my life
I have relapsed
Due to strife
Where did you go?
How do you know
I was lost too?
All is true…

I’m in pain
I’m in vain
I...

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I believe in me…
I believe in being free
Yes, you, alone…
But I’m not alone or on my own
I receive grace with thee
And, thee alone, I’d be
But,...

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Slode's new poem: Bug-man
Tarantula 
Phantom motion seeking assembled characters
Catatonic semi-demonic the fervent priorities
Damned by honesty and crowned the duke of chill
Something happy 
how fast a...

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May I? 

May I sit beside you?
Talk to you for sleepless nights
About all the things unsaid 
For the time lost in our silly fights.

May I...

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I don’t want to be sober once more
I don’t want to be that boy that hurts to the core
In pain just for your gain
Lost my...

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One week passed before Polly
Called. Molly and Dolly agreed 
To change the meeting 
Location. "We'll meet at the 
Small Park near by where we 
Used...

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Through my unending vision,
I look in her eyes to find 
pinks and reds blossom to life
on the bed-sheet of roses that
she, herself had woven by...

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I’m sorry, not only for me,
But for putting people through stress in excess
I’m sorry, please set me free,
Lord, I need some progress and less distress
Buried...

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The ambulance ride only lasted
For 10 minutes.
Delilah was in Labor now
Experiencing strange labor
Sensations. They were orgasms
Dolly didn't want to admit that.
Most of both families swept...

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I was stolen by my fate 
I was thrown to the grave
deep wounds buried
that no body carried.
  .........
wow, the look on their faces
They were...

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Lucubrations fuels ebullience

Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere

twittering, nonetheless tis...

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