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Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

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



No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

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)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

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

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

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

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

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

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

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS

My Heart Knows.....(TO THOSE WHOSE HEARTS LIVE IN SPRING)

I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK

Odd Things, Odd Thing.....

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

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July's Message


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I saw
July's message
written on the MAX way
down by the highway
to the city that groaned

There's No God Here
don't bother

no answer to a lonely prayer
the search long over
a hard question surmised
a statement long-suspended in the mind
then rendered to cold stone

No God Here
don't bother
move on

Its been on my mind
Its tattooed and branded
Its been a fish tugging at the end of a line
but a fish not wanting to be caught
an answer I too had sought
a search fraught with reticence

now
at the end to a quest of questions and questioning
here on this wall
someone climbed a tall barbwire fence
crossed two sets of train tracks
left their bitter manifesto
after the longest cruel winter recorded in years
while living outside
I sense no peace in his dear price paid
at all

a statement made
on the condition of mankind
and if there's any cool kindness left
if God created this mess or us
in His likeness
and if we are what suffices for
His finest
what's so fine
about this scene

for what Its worth
someone's asked the unspoken question
then written an answer
a signpost to read on the MAX way
down by the busy dirty highway
into the groaning city
we will all fall

here writ the words of the pauper prophets
splayed across a bare cement wall
in red droplets
and visited upon my heart
in stoic immutable silence.

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legal copyright for this original work/poem
written July 7, 2017 2:43pm
and also by this author/writer Melissa A. Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World (retains legal copyright)

was written directly to the page July 7/ now edited July 8th

this is a new old testament prophecy
version...written by one of the denizens
of this unfair city

NOTE: I literally say this written somewhere and it struck me
HARD, so I had to write about it.





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