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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

­who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

*box?
☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.
Life is a temporarily trip that
Only God can determine
The end. Things done in your lifetime
Impact on your other life that
Just your actions can help you .
Struggle to shake yourself in kindness way
And the Allmighty will offer you
Tomorrow to walk to the paradise way
 Aug 2016 Justise Rieves
Joy
I guess I'm scared because
When you hear my voice
You don't hear wedding bells calling,
Only empty howls for naked nights.
August, 2016
Kisses and secrets being shared among the shadows.
But in the morning,
we're just two naked bodies sharing an empty bed.

I **** a friend, I'm just that low.
But who cares?
We're fair.


Lovers for one night.
Strangers right after the first sunlight.
To those friends who had *** with their friends, welcome to the club.
So sad.

So much for my regrets.
Electric fingers
run themselves
over and through
patches of frayed soul.
To wake and make
her breathe again,
they pull and dig,
intending to heal,
laboring on a level
never made known
to darkness;
never touched
by light.
© Bitsy Sanders
The colours dance together
In patters
Soaking up every drop of my eyes
And as they go, paintings of sunsets
And eyes and smiles
Found on the cover of books--
All images of a near past,
It's things like these that keep me awake
Away from the darkness of the moon
Or the sun in its footsteps
Away from time itself
And the absence of regularity.
No, I would rather live with my colours
And thoughts of smiles and the glitter
They bring to the drops of blue.
These are the images held in youth.
These are the images I will use.
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