A group of poems written from my seventh grade year to my eigth grade describing me. Not in any nesassary order.
A Spy sent to infiltrate a group of soldiers known as the "golden wolves" soon finds himself in more trouble than he can ever imagine.
Enter if you dare...
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Vampire/Romance. He was her childhood imaginary friend. When she was sad he was always there. Now she was home to bury her parents. She was back in the home that held no love for her. The only time she had felt love was when Marcus came to her at night to hold or talk to her. So why was he here now? She was a grown woman. Not a child anymore. Beth didn't need a childhood imaginary friend but was she ready for the way she did need Marcus. He'd watch over her from the time at the age of four her
Guy Boulianne nous livre ici son premier recueil de poèmes. Poète autodidacte, il n'est d'aucune école sinon celle de la vie avec ses aléas quotidiens et ses instants fugaces de joie intérieure. Ses poèmes reflètent dans un premier temps sa prise de possession du monde qui l'entoure, puis phénomène d'osmose, il recrée ce monde dans un symbolisme subtil, visionnaire. Symbolisme fait de correspondances où les sons et les couleurs se heurtent faisant naître une musique qui trahit la passion, la
Toby hears a small rap on the window. He glances up from the terribly sad story and is surprised to find a shadowy face staring at him. The figure starts to form words on the frost of the window. When it finishes, the face is gone. Toby walks to the window to get a better look. The face had written two simple words, but they had meant everything in the world: Follow Me.
A story of a word that held a curse and a blessing. One of the greatest gifts and deadliest poisons is explored, and found to be easily turned one way or the other.
A group of poems written from my seventh grade year to my eigth grade describing me. Not in any nesassary order.
A Spy sent to infiltrate a group of soldiers known as the "golden wolves" soon finds himself in more trouble than he can ever imagine.
Enter if you dare...
lhj;.j.,/./''kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
Vampire/Romance. He was her childhood imaginary friend. When she was sad he was always there. Now she was home to bury her parents. She was back in the home that held no love for her. The only time she had felt love was when Marcus came to her at night to hold or talk to her. So why was he here now? She was a grown woman. Not a child anymore. Beth didn't need a childhood imaginary friend but was she ready for the way she did need Marcus. He'd watch over her from the time at the age of four her
Guy Boulianne nous livre ici son premier recueil de poèmes. Poète autodidacte, il n'est d'aucune école sinon celle de la vie avec ses aléas quotidiens et ses instants fugaces de joie intérieure. Ses poèmes reflètent dans un premier temps sa prise de possession du monde qui l'entoure, puis phénomène d'osmose, il recrée ce monde dans un symbolisme subtil, visionnaire. Symbolisme fait de correspondances où les sons et les couleurs se heurtent faisant naître une musique qui trahit la passion, la
Toby hears a small rap on the window. He glances up from the terribly sad story and is surprised to find a shadowy face staring at him. The figure starts to form words on the frost of the window. When it finishes, the face is gone. Toby walks to the window to get a better look. The face had written two simple words, but they had meant everything in the world: Follow Me.
A story of a word that held a curse and a blessing. One of the greatest gifts and deadliest poisons is explored, and found to be easily turned one way or the other.