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Coming Off Small

Counting The Long Days, Tilling The Greens

All Tarted Up

Don't Tread On Me.

why We celebrate the losers



Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

what makes a monster (sympathy for the monster)

I Long For Stars

If This Is Any Art For Which You Care

All Beings Considered

Little Water Bug ( learning the lesson of true pain)

Hope You Enjoyed The Eclipse While It Lasted

Written For My Father Who Isn't Here To Know

And Even Stars Die

Crowded Out

I Feel Fine(r)

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Used to Think I Could Fix Them.

Sometimes Love Comes With Electricity

Into The Swirling Sea Of White.

Max on the max

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

Boy Restored

The Light Goes On In The Attic (WeAll Have Addictons)

Life's A Candle

Malla Batsick

(A Prayer of Intercession--Brief Joy)

Love A Cat

Cuba Libre

Fragile Shell Of Morning

Disappear

A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

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Now I Am The One Who Chooses To Chose


I am the newest
the stranger
I am the dirt on the street
I am the first and last beaten
I am the one you ignore
and you cheat
I am the ugly duckling
the sad secret
I am the fleeing runner from wolves
I am the hider in my bleak room
I am the darkness who knows
I am the least, most forgotten
I am the fool purest of heart
I am the one found under definitions of misbegotten
I am the one tending to startle and start
I am the loneliest and shunned
I am the one whose coming to earth was a sin
I am an unpleasant reminder of a trap you say that you're in
I am the one who strives to be kinder
I am the one who'd like to know love
I am the one who sees too often
I am the one who begs in silence to the Above
I am the one insolent punchy and bruised
I am the one who'd run away nightly
I am the one maligned, misconstrued
I am the one who breathes of necessity, quietly
I am the one who fears open doorways in June
I am the one defined by dulled ignorance

after all of these years of false definitions
Now I am the one who chooses to chose



after a rough couple of nights of dreams
and old mixed up messages in memories...I wrote this down
to be rid of it...
a compilation of what I would've said
had I used my voice more often as a child.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT JANUARY 25 2017
6;40 AM PST
ALL LEGAL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THIS AUTHOR/WRITER
MELISSA A HOWELLS FOR THIS WORK
FOR THIS SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD








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