Desi Sherman

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Joined: Sep 15 2010

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Country: The United States

State: New Mexico

City: Albuquerque

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About Desi Sherman

Gender: male

Ethnic: malotoe

Age: 31

Bio: i love all there is that wants to be loved!

How Often I Write Poetry: as often as scheduled time alows!

My Other Hobbies: Drawing, music, and reading

Two Words That Best Describes Me: Gutter Punk

Occupation: landfill recycling line worker

You Can Also Find Me Here: Facebook, and Myspace

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honcelita marcelo » Desi Sherman I browsed at all of your work. i salute you for your style. I like them all. 6 days ago
Isaiah Jackson » Desi Sherman Please Comment on poems made by ISAIAH JACKSON when ever you get a chance. Please read Glow, Therapy (3 parts)and others, if you have time 2 weeks ago
Desi Sherman Just wanted to say thank you! Please tell me good and the bad, thanks! it helps. 2 weeks ago

Poems by Desi Sherman

I remember that silver eyed boy.

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Wed, 10/13/2010 - 3:33am |

Short Story Poem

A trip to the river to do a blast!
A flick of a bic what a death mask.
I was there to do drugs,
I do not know who he was.
When I lay my head down,
I imagine his past

Every one was gone, i could do no Harm.

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Wed, 10/13/2010 - 2:50am |

Short Story Poem

Sitting in the dark all alone,
Grateful that there was no one home.
Erie alliance,
Between the silence and me.
Just like the words in this poem.

In the center of his eye.

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Wed, 10/13/2010 - 2:45am |

Short Story Poem

There we lay so close to the center of deaths eye.
Not many places our soul can hide,
The reaper has wings that allow him to soar high.
To places our breath would simply die.

Off to the Rat race!

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Mon, 10/04/2010 - 2:20pm |

Poem

Laying there just beyond my touch,
The envy of my eye,
A world in despair.
All plump and juicy,
Full of any mans desire.

A many of a souls hand in
with a stake,
Most of which pulled

Is this Niagara's face

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Mon, 10/04/2010 - 1:32pm |

Short Story Poem

Her love does fall,
With all freedom,
She sends her call.

To create such amazing displays
Of honor and trust always.
Her groans of displacement
Sent on there way,

Dandy-Lyon

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Mon, 10/04/2010 - 10:49am |

Short Story Poem

On the roof top a dandelion grows
It does not even mater if it snows!
Neither wind, nor rain
Can cause her any pain!

Come all boys and girls,
Lets take a breath and blow!

Inebriation

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Fri, 10/01/2010 - 7:58pm |

Poem

Its crazy, my mind wont work.
It don’t matter how long I hold the fork
The cereal is always alone.
Like that of a bone not a ounce of meat left.
Nature played out one hell of a theft.

words

Submitted by Desi Sherman on Fri, 10/01/2010 - 7:07pm |

Poem

Its words one hears adrift in there head,
Applied to canvass,
The unspoken word now fed.
Arranged in ways to make one feel,
Another’s souls carving.
The mediums that absorbs all,

Pictures by Desi Sherman

Desi monkeying around at the river

Lil'Dude and i at the river relaxing.

Once apon a time!

cool

Music/Audio Poems by Desi Sherman