I'm not good at 'selling' myself as it is called when trying to introduce myself.

I'm pretty straight forward, like to read and write fanfiction, sometimes I have too many ideas to know what to do with.

I'm LOUSY at updating my current fics, but mostly cause the ones that are in-Progress have faded to the back of my mind and I'm rediong them since my writing style has changed...and my tastes in how the characters should act.

I'm a nerd with big letters, love everything to do with WoW, Batman, comics and movies featuring action and fantasy.

yep that was me, have a nice day, thanks for reading my stuff and well Peace out?

AWESOME RHYMES:

WHAT DO YOU FEAR?

Why do you tremble?
Why do you weep?
Hush little baby...
Now please go to sleep.
I am near,
so please dry your tears,
and tell me
WHAT DO YOU FEAR?

The doctor is in
and the lights go out.
Try as you might,
no one can hear you shout.
A needle plunges in your skin,
Soon you'll see the fear within.

Now hush little baby...
Please don't you weep,
soon you'll be in an eternal sleep.
The sirens grow near
and the pain moves on.
I whisper in your ear,
now tell me,
WHAT DO YOU FEAR?

A Man With Two Personalities.
He stands there laughing,
As he holds in his hand,
A coin with two heads.
The one is alive,
But the other is dead.
He tosses the coin,
And he stares at me.
He says,
"This coin will tell your destiny."
With a flip of the coin
And a grin across his face.
The man pulls a gun
And now I am gone,
Seen without a trace.
_

HA HA HA! ( The Man Laughs )
HA HA HA,
The man laughs,
holding the knife,
he places it against the woman's mouth.

HA HA HA,
The man laughs,
slicing her mouth,
spilling her blood upon the floor.

HA HA HA,
The man laughs,
with bloodstained hands
he places a card upon her door.

HA HA HA,
The man laughs,
walking down the alley,
he is heard from,
Nevermore.

HA HA HA!
HE HE HE!
HO HO HO!
_

Ode to a Riddle
A man dressed in green,
holding a curved cane,
smiles and says,
"Riddle me this,
What is red,
has many pieces,
and no head?"

I shrug my shoulders.
The man laughs
and from his cane,
appears a blade.

He says,
"How about this,
Who screams in this alley,
broken and tattered,
when her poor fragile bones,
have been. . . shattered?"

With a laugh and a chuckle,
he raises his cane
and clubs me in the head.
Then he slices me into little pieces,
until I am dead.