When the Rapture occurs, what will we be doing? Staying, or participating?

I will always bring you comfort.

A heavy shower of rain, always leaves the air smelling so fresh and clean.

Your loathing touch unnerves me.

This one is about my challenges here on Triond, reaching one small goal.

This is a poem about guardian angels.

A poem about names.

Sun Haiku.

This poem is about how things are sometimes just in our minds, yet how crazy they make us feel.

Just part of my writings
Please read and tell me what you think this is.