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  Aug 2015 K G
Tommy Jackson
Every story has two sides to the tale

It's about which side of the story you want to hear
Some choose the part of truth
Others choose parts their mind will make up

Which side

Will you choose.
Goes for everything I've come to learn growing
  Aug 2015 K G
Natalia mushara
Baby boye took me in arme
Baby boy kiss me wit charm
Baby boye mine, baby boye mine
Baby boy kute and baby boye ware suit
Baby boye italiano like me
Baby boye mine
Yuo see
  Aug 2015 K G
brandon nagley
The poor man sayeth
Sir, canst thou spareth a dime?
The rich man replyeth
Hath thou lost thine mind?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
  Aug 2015 K G
my cup overflows
how do you **** a turtle
nobody else knows
if you cut off its limbs
behold his tears will flow
what a sad sight to behold
turtles start to tear
does anyone know ******* a turtle
nobody else knows


does anybody know ******* a turtle
nobody else knows
they cut his head
to feel less guilty instead
i watched as my uncles separate
his body from his head


does anybody know ******* a turtle
what a sad sight to behold
when they cut open his chest
to find heart beating bold
tears streamed down my face
as i
cannot begin to comprehend
how some people
condone such horrid acts
nobody knows ******* a turtle
it was never meant to be killed
one of the delicacies of where i come from is turtle meat
but no one knows ******* a turtle
so it tears up when you cut off its limbs , some just cut off its head to avoid sad sight of a turtle crying
just to open its chest to find the heart beating still
i was actually excited to try turtle meat
but when i witnessed it fro the first time
i felt so badd!!! i didn't eat anything that day :( :( :(
  Aug 2015 K G
Born
Shhhh... Everything is going to be alright
He whispers to her as she falls asleep
  Aug 2015 K G
voyager
It is sad
a heart of a lad
dug into trenches and furrows
a heart on the tilt
to drain all the silt in the pacific ocean
to end the future mensch
to be long forgotten of their existence
rich in hidden treasures

It is sad
among the best lad
bestowed arrow and bow not
the young of a generation cut off
weak and feeble to their feet
no tutor to guide the "flock"
a promising zealous
generation

Who's  the saviour
Of the weak and feeble generation?*
nobody knows,only time will tell
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