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OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

early wake-up conversations...before the coffee's poured

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)



My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

The Future I'm Caught Up In...RE-EDITED 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

Cool Pea-Green New Leaves....(Imaginarium)

Marinate On This

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

The Magical Closet( re-edited for clarity of metaphor)

Mister Misbegotten.

The Legacy List

WE SHARE... march 2021 poetry

This Firestorm Of Dying Lights..

The Threshold To The Other World...(March 2021/Feb 2021)

(MELISSA'S) ALL---TRUE---ISMS....3/3/2021 4:51 pm PACIFIC STANDARD TIME

February 11, 2012 / Today The Storm...

MOLECULES

No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

Taking Up Alley Living

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

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The Bare Bones



I know how
I cover my face
and scoff
too much emotion
makes me want to run off

tilting myself at reality,
and garnering myself
an academy award

if it isn't life on my terms--
flail about with octopus arms
lose the charm
blossom

rarely these days do you find
a smile
on my face
an alien to my nature
perhaps the entire human race

its easier to manage
through derision
living life by indecision

afflicting myself with frenzy
chicken little sky falling down
like menses

my atmosphere
chilly and raw
like winter rain

this
won't do
and yet I
continue to
hide behind
false fronts like religion

I'm not interested
in being interesting
too self-involved
un-evolved
and ready for the tree
as my cross...

this is my new therapy now.


Copyright February 2014
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo/melissa a howells
Tilt-a-World






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