The child inside of me

When you die, you die, or do you?

„I did not come to judge the world, but to make it new, but he who did not believe in Me, the Word coming with the clouds, that one was already judged. The one who does not believe is judged by unbelief,...”

Poetry often comes to me out of the blue. Anything can latch on to me and say 'make me into a poem', so here is one I thought up the other day. It was the weather that stirred me.

Anne le cuenta a su hija de trece anos Hannah sobre su padre que ya no esta, la nina quiere saber todo de su padre y sobre todo de ese dia especial de la boda entre ellos asi que Anne se sienta con ella a recordar ese hermoso dia...

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I finally got approved for writing the first book of ObsessionOfCastle's and Mine new upcoming series, xxx (no name at the moment) This book is completely based off my character. Hope you like it. I, Gaile Loedel, hereby swear to tell the truth and nothing -- Oh goshes, this is lame. I'm Gaile, seventeen and have a ten year old imaginary friend, Timothy, that I talk to when I have time. Presently my mother insists I'm a loony toon. Just because I can see talking butterflies that jingle,