"Views" is the second collection of my poems. For these poems, I decided to write with a bit of a challenge and put each poem in an uncommon perspective. Enjoy! :-)

#1 in 'the building' series she was nothing but a doll everyone played with how they wanted to, he was nothing but a empty color in a rich picture, not even noticeable. both robbed of their childhood, they seek comfort in each other, in the only place they felt free. copyright © all rights reserved

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]