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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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Some People



some people change
others never do
their roots rot in the soil
their trees never grew
some people change

some people mistake pain
as a thing to avoid
they see others who are pained
as ones to be ignored
some people mistake pain

some people judge it all
others live and compromise
some people never know
what it means to be wise
pick your battle stations
stop competing and comparing too
some people judge it all
and then their time comes due



Some People was directly composed to the page
in a matter of moments...I had some people in mind
when I wrote it.

9:54pm PST June 9, 2017
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Melissa A. Howells
Meloos Straight From Her Tilt-a-World





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