Elizabeth Turner Poems
|1.||Razors Or Pens?||5/4/2011|
|6.||One Moment In The Land Of Peace||5/8/2011|
|7.||The Guilt Of Nature||5/8/2011|
|8.||Murky Waters Of Sadness||5/9/2011|
|10.||Fate Has Made My Heart Sing With Joy||5/23/2011|
|11.||Brighter Than All The Stars In The Sky||5/26/2011|
|13.||Life And Death||5/30/2011|
|14.||The Lane Of Memories||5/30/2011|
|16.||Too Good To Be True||5/30/2011|
|20.||I Felt Love||5/5/2011|
Comments about Elizabeth Turner
I sit perched upon a place I could fall,
below me my fears rest, there they lay, all.
But yet I am brave, not worried a bit.
If I fall, below me, lies a pit.
A pit of darkness and deep despair,
the thought of it tingles my hair!
I'm here for no reason, other than peace,
but yet how is there peace in a place surrounded by lurking beasts?
Now my stomach is churning lightly...
Alright, maybe I am scared ever so slightly.
I stand accused for being a minority.
I stand accused for being an outcast.
I stand accused for not fitting in.
I stand accused for not being a clone of society.
I stand accused for not fitting America's dreadful needs.
But yet where did I go wrong? I follow my beliefs and I don't care what other people have to say about how I live MY life.
I stand proud for being a minority.