turner's blog: "Poetry by Me"

I pull the charging handle and a round chambers. I see you running, and the world around me stops. I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready. I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger. I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts. I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine. I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me. I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams. I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger. I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows. I see you stop, and I know you see it coming. I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax. I pull the trigger, and it surprises me. I see the shell eject, and I trace the round. I see your eyes widen, and you say something. I witness the round strike you, and you are no more. I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving. I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders. Turner

Claytopia Claytopia, the treasure of one unseen by none will be found in one continues till he`s done Land seen by me for none to see Blind men can see for what they see can be eternally free even in me Revolution Born of this land free from first breath we glee All but everyone is free always held by a feen Blind men they are they cannot see afar behind they stare yet its hard to compare Comparison`s made to all will lead life to fall there free hearts will live on but in exchange there body`s gone Lost and found My love to give forever to live If we had doubted it was soon routed Go with it blind ill help you hide Not alone at night will bring new sight Happiness in me because of we Forever well be you and me Fish tank Doom Fish in a tank soon to of sank Boundry`s all around looking to be found Lost something now will bring you down Routine always repeating but never succeeding All that is fake will raise the stake You have taken to hush and at last a flush Second Me An extension of me not so easy to see for its not free not knowing to glee So close to being unheld like me forever to see prosperity of free and live with glee continueing of being Fate To pass on my seed for the worlds success to long forever feed and never to confess the long desired need for me to mate without the greed for just the fate Untitled (for now) Desired need to breed and pass on my seed for it to feed but never to need I desire its success and will never confess that i am impressed and there its compressed My long legacy starts with pregnancy fills the vacancy its weakness is truancy Graduation Im dwelling so deep in the earth i seep Looking for what is gone never has it dawned that the ending is near and reaching with fear I find nothing at all except my eventuall fall I havent the gull to face it all To much for me i can barely see through the fog of choices and all the loud noises My friends are choosing I must be losing First place i am not last place i got Turner