Cheylee Miller Poems

A signal in the distance
Flashes oh so bright
Easing all resistance
And trying to calm the fright
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As I sit in the shadows
And watch you play
I wonder,
'Will I ever be like you?
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They come in one day
And start talking `bout him
Saying he’s scared
And they just want to punch him
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Loving
Caring
Innocent
Sweet
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Hellllloooooooo!
Is anyone there?
Hellllloooooooo!
Does anyone care?
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We love
We hate
We like
We date
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It seems that all I do
You can do better
It seems that all I see
You can see better
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La De Da Da De Da Da
Hahaha
La De Da Da De Da Da
HeHeHa
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Not just a single person, but combined as we are, we make up something greater, the aspects of a leader.
The one who hunts for us, is a warrior named Trevis. He is a big brother to us all, a protector and a friend. The one who builds our homes is a creator named Zack. He builds our fishing poles, spears, knives, and traps. He is a vital part of our team. The one who holds the magic is a sorceress named Marlayna. She protects our homes with her spells and skills, she enchants the weapons to make them more effective, and she gives us enough of her own magic for emergencies. Last is a wicken named Kanani. She cures people when they are sick, collects berries and fruits, she gathers herbs and plants, and she makes medicines and heals us when we are sick. Together we are a branch of Spirit, the Spirit Tribe.
We inhabited the Earth first and we set the basis for what it is today. One day, during our daily gathering, the story was being told of how we came to be where we are today. This is the story as told by Marlayna.
In a world that is not our own, a time that no longer exists, there was once a large and mighty tribe. It started out a small and happy gathering of people. Soon, however, it began to grow larger and larger until the group split into sub-tribes all holding the same name, Spirit. In this happy tribe there were many different professions, including: Sorcery, Hunting, Building, and Healing. Just like in our own tribe, all of the abilities combined made it strong. However, their downfall was that the tribe thought it was invincible. One day, a strange disease swept through the main tribe and all of the sub-tribes. There were no fatalities, but the trouble that came from it was that everyone lost their abilities. There was no magic, no healing, no building, and no hunting. It was as if everyone had forgotten their trade. This caused the tribe to soon begin to crumble and fall. People began to die.
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While under the light
Of the midnight sun
I love the way
The Earth does run
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