It's like a map.
It can be an old paper map or a modern GPS...

I dropped the knife and then
I ran...

The site of you creates a smile across my face
I think fondly of our past times we spent together...

Hiding from the day;
roaming in the night...

Bliss,
ohhhh Bliss, what is there to say about you...

Time has come and time has past
And here I am alone at last...

This was written for a contest where we needed at...
I stopped and stared at the sky so gray...

Math is but a subject
Where things all add up...

A kiss
Is just kiss...

Sleep soundly
In the dark of night...

This was a collaboration poem with my friend...
Here's her profile...

Make a mistake
I erase...