Turner Foster

Turner Foster Poems

Green eyes and sequential two dollar bills.
She picks up the phone with distorted, dismembered hands.
'Hello.' A brief indecision. 'I love you.' She's sure.
...

Grass anew,
the dew is fresh upon satin-laden cheeks.
Withstand the loss,
a storm all ending in syncopation.
...

I call you irate,
and push you away.
We yell 'stalemate, '
I weep latter night and say,
...

Turner Foster Biography

I am a walking claim-to-fame. 'Turner, That guy who plays guitar.' I am a stiff argument partner. I am a musician in the purest of the sense. I am married to a girl. She is amazing. I am sixteen, soon to be seventeen in september. I write when I want about what I want, and if I know you, chances are, you're vain enough to think my writings are about you. I hope you have a nice day: D)

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She Is A Rewind Button

Green eyes and sequential two dollar bills.
She picks up the phone with distorted, dismembered hands.
'Hello.' A brief indecision. 'I love you.' She's sure.

Now chapped lips disipate upon mine,
and I push harder into them, in infinate rage.
'Hello.' She breathes heavily. 'Harder.' Infidel Castro.

Regret the sincerity, I tell you I can't.
Just hold me, please. Even if only for a second.
Opening the yellow door, my day ends, for the sun has left my sky.

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