Natasha LaTulip Poems

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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