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Because I like DC way more then I like Marvel, I wrote this poem after writing the one about the Avengers. I do not own the rights to any of the characters that are included in this poem (You can thank Detective Comics (DC) for that). Enjoy!
A girl who travels in a paper lantern.
Goblins pick up what others throw away. You'd be surprised what that includes...
EDIT : will add description later.
super hero > hero hero
A poem inspired by the lights outside my house. Enjoy! :D
Poetry | Updated Nov 16, 2013 | Reads: 56 | Comments: 6 | Likes: 14
Twenty-five years ago they bought a homestead, in the middle of Vancouver Island, on the waterâ€™s edge. There are still reflections off the small lake at the foot of Mount Benson- of gardens and vineyards and woodland encounters.
Westwood Lake Chronicles is a dreamscape diary, a...
Truths of lifeâ€¦
The most beautiful day: Today
The easiest thing: Equivocate
The biggest obstacle: Fear
The gravest error: give up, to despair
The root of all evils: Egoism
The most beautiful occupation: Work
The worst route to follow: Faintheartedness
The best teachers: Children
Alexis Thresher is a man of many mysteries. However, he has solved many more mysteries the mysteries that make him. Thresher is a paranormal detective, and he is on a mission to find and defeat a foe far greater in valor than any before. And it has a pumpkin for a head.
He steps out and follows her into darkness leaving the night, the cript, your old life...
This is a poem where it advances from 1 word on the 1st 2 lines to 3 words to 3 & 4 words then 1 @ the end.
Poetry | Updated Apr 6, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A guidepost is what I be!
Poetry | Updated Dec 16, 2011 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
A somewhat true short story, which portrays the emotions felt by a grandmother which she felt when she though that she had lost all that was her.
A hag in the darkness, always looking for precious souls.
Short Story | Updated Aug 18, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0