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'Listen to the childs cry for you shall never see what they mean to me'-Theresa Hubley '99
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Are you wondering who Theresa Hubley is? Shes me! I told you I'm poetic!
Destiny�s Call
You run along the shore
Beating destiny as it moves
Showing your the best
In everything you do.
Fighting all around you
Not knowing what to do
People dying
Waves crashing
All around, fear.
A small child
All alone
No one to save them
Nothing to believe in
You keep running
Running from it all
Never look back,
This is destiny�s call.
You stop along the shore
Crashing waves
Salty air
Peace here
But you keep running
Never looking back
Never looking at destiny�s call
Just keep running from it all.
Yeah, thats me
green eyes
and midnight hair
that I have.
silver nails,
flared tail,
wild hair,
what else here?
silly girl,
not a lacey
tasty,
lookin' girl.
smart person,
not a weed smokin'
beer cugging
go to sleep at 2 person.
hyper active,
smilin' happy,
blue, silver and green,
always jokin',
friendly.
yeah, thats me.
Nameless poems
1
Inside the soldier,
of light and peace,
the demon soul,
burns so deep
Her fingers freeze,
from the coldness,
of the soul,
that rules her body
About her finger,
the coldess thing rests,
the promise,
from her lover
If only,
the soldier,
hadn�t made that deal,
the devil will never let her go
2
When the poet
comes to play
the artist always
strays away
When the nypths
come to sleep
the poet is on
their feet
When the poet
finally tires
she write this poem
in her inquier
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