http://slow.writerscafe.org/bobsherunkle The original writings of author Bob Sherunkle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985181 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My heart is pounding,thumping like a drum,you chose the beat as our eyes meet.Raven hair hangs over those cheeks,covering,ever so slightly,those tiny emeralds.I let out a sigh,like my last breath before death,you glance over,curious knots in your brow.I am like a teenager,all cool,all Dean.Looking d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1445619/ Short lived heartbreak http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1289177/ Saturday night,neon lights,All money is good here,except no fights.Ladies in waiting,No masturbating..Please.Drinks are free..for a small fee.Hand stops me short,check's my shoes,Your money is good,don't spend it on the food.N*****s and hair,flailing..everywhere,Whisky is spilt without a care.Door m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1285531/ All the bullshit in the world will be left to turn,When I lay my head down and begin to burn.No more lies,no more pretending,No more caring and no more defending.I can close my eyes for the final time,Knowing I left,surpassing my prime.As the flames lick my cold soft skin,I leave this world with com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1285008/ This is about everything and anything http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1284320/ Work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1281240/ Tales of profanity and passing out http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1281224/ Think of others from time to time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1280211/ Broken and rusted,no longer lusted.Old and sagging and generally flagging.There's a small twinkle in my eye still,but no woman will welcome my invite for thrill.My bones are a mess but my mind still tuned to confess.The longing I still crave will carry me to the grave.For every beauty that glides by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1279460/ You maybe my only friend,you listen,you don't interrupt'and your never abrupt.You have a beautiful figure,simply simmer,and you make me feel slicker,although slightly dimmer.When your empty you've filled me up,void of all logical thought,you can always be sought.Sweet to the taste you come in many f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1278826/ low and hungry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1277952/ With regards to that excuse of a walnut sized bag of s**t you claim as a brain,bare this f*****g little gem in mind...You are not me,you will never be me,you don't want to be me.Your facade repels me beyond belief,your snide "reflections" about my appearance only concrete my opinion of you...worthle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1277942/ *** this is not a poem about stalking or anything like that.It's more about Omnipresence, for want of a better word****** http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1277832/ Despair is a strong undercurrent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1277790/ ..we all know one http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1277778/ Floating into my life like a fly in my beer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1274202/ alone in the world... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1273778/ production line of the disposable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1273283/ If only things turned out different http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1273244/ The last goodbye http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1273190/ Have to stop losing girfriends! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1272806/ Observations from where I sit,drinking http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1272776/ Watching as the world begins to implode..with our help http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1272756/ loss,loneliness and longing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1272699/ No where to go and no one to se http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1271400/ Loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1270478/ About 20 years ago I worked in Europe.This was one of my bad choices to get away from it all.All of it is true by the way.Word of warning...make sure you know who you go on holiday with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bobsherunkle/1270419/