Natasha LaTulip

Sister is, sister be. So much is my baby sister not like me.
I've watched you grow and change so much, but I couldn't
ever stand it when you touched my stuff. You'd alwaysglimmer,
you'd always shine, I couldn't stand it when what's yours,
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Like a ship boat
floating in a stary sky
and
a flower that lives forever.
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Strong For Two As One
To the kingdom of the Gulies, lay the queen to his side. The battle begun amungst the Embasery, and refuse, do which; is not of the kingdom in resign. Dance thy king in wisdom, queen: let your heart shed in grace. The kingdom is pulling outward- stance; too, is the distance, of thy place.

Heartships will not be over drawn, and the edges of one's temperance, hold ground. For one is not to foresaken; The images that may of mark a frown. Pick up your swords and words mighty king, Queen has bestowed a mighty shield!
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Dark deep eyes of intence passion awaits my glance
Cold hands of tender touch
Draped curtains of silk, dance moon in the night for thee.
Nude; beneath the night sky, enchanted with the arms
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in class, we were givven an assignment to either take something from the daily news paper and write an essay on it or a short story in less then 5 minutes. so, I thought that I would share with you what I wrote.


Teacher's comment: Excellent story! your use of diolog adds flavor and interest
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But You
I love it when you rub my butt when I'm down or the day is getting late.

When you can hold my hand, so without words I understand, and at that moment, no one else matters.
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FOR THOSE WHO ARE AGAINST ME, THERE'S ONLY A FEW THINGS THAT
YOU SHOULD KNOW.

YOUR CURRUPTED THOUGHTS AND WAYS WILL FAIL, AND TARE THE CURTAINS FROM YOUR SHOW.
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Glicket Glutteney
Glicket Glutteny took a shadow, down the reeves and through the hallows. pass the graves and by the light of the moon, knowing that witches night is comming soon.

Thinking of all those little things that all those little witches bring.Eye of newt, tail of rat, tucked away in their witches hats. pale of mist, wrotten old fruits and herbs and berries, and most likelly caught in a glass jar; a lots of magickal fairies.
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What was it like to love on my own, to learn and to grow, to put myself first, I don't remember.
When was the las time when I remembered my lines, and sang to a crowd, I don't remember.
When was it last that life moved fast, and I remember mostly smiling, I don't remember.
When was the last time that peace was easy to find and I didn't have to wait to be myself, I don't remember.
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There's a time when the heart needs to breath
There's a time when the page needs to end
There's a time when spring is at your foot steps and the moon is the light in your sight
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To my heart in temperance
ingaged in pregail
in a soaring moment of pure beauty
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Shy Doe
There was a female elk in my backyard. Such a graceful sight to indure.
So peaceful for the moment she stands, and so fascinating for sure. So beautiful
does she stand, with her fawn silk coat and her doe eyes. I wonder if she's a mother
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HOMEPOEMSPOETSLOGIN
Spyrus Of The Gumdropp Tears; Fearie In Fears
Spyrus; may I ask you a question
sence you hold the key to the skies
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With everyday life, and random situations, I always find a reasoning, and a meaning for it all.

For the first time in my life, the reasonings I can't seem to grasp; which bring along the fear of personal fall.
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Commith December with ith' I remember
and bring me forth to my temperance.
Lay
to not on silk
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Mornig Mother Earth, I see your radience bright on my face and sprinkle my soul with your wormth. I hear your birds in the trees and in the sky singing good morning to me and saying that they'll fallow me on my journey with good intentions for the day's bringings.

I hear you whispering me to fallow my heart and breath good wealth on to my present to birth prosperity into my future.
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Spacious
Wondering
Intuitive collectiveness
Heights being focused observed and obliverated.
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He rather play with my plastic bag
that I brought home from the store.
He rather not, givethe time to spare-
for the toy mouse sitting by the front door.
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O.C.D.

Vow of ecknoledgement do I take in place of my heart
in seeking. The compassion that I crave, obliviously
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