'Bliss comes from the senses that reach into the world like searching fingers, caressing the void for a sensation, a touch, another caress. Bliss comes in the sight of frost on the pane, in the sound of leaves crumbling in the fall, in the taste of familiar lips, and in the touch of an evening breeze. Bliss comes through these and in it's purest form bliss comes through the strength of a smile. Riches or dust, all I can ever offer you is the bliss of the senses." --Unknown

I do not claim to be very good as a poet. However, some of my poems can be found within this section, along with the poetry of some friends of mine. I never used to show my poetry to anyone, but I always thought it was silly to write poetry if no one was ever to read it. I just never thought my work was very good so I thought no one would want to read it. I still don't think it is all that good, but what's the point of having it shoved in my drawer, so here it is...  All poetry is copyright to the original artist. Any poems that are not my own are used with permission and proper credit is given. Please do not use ANY of this poetry without permission (because it is illegal, that's why).