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

Mister Misbegotten.

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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

Out On The Street

THE MILES THAT ARE LEFT TO GO...

I Need To Fly

Burying the Dark

Judging The Rain

The Haircut Thing

The Bare Bones

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

THE CRYPT OF THE KEPT AND THE KEEPER

UNDECIDED

Patch-Worked Trilogy

To Them, I am Dead, I am Dead

Uncovered

Knock, Then Come Through

Elise, Elise

The Blue Buffalo

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At Night, As  I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions


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what have you done?
--you ask of me
I the vile creature
un-wise to have exposed her tender neck

I look up into you--
your heart is small and pinching
your brain, an attic,
your corrected vision, 20-20,
with all your imperfections and perfections
you fail to see me with your Vampire eyes

who and what surrounds you,
brother?
you glance skyward and see only stars--
whereas, I know I'm made from them
am one with them,
and one day will return to them"

I've no wish to be immortal
my life written with the blood of others

"what have you done (lately/implied) with your life?"
you snap your canines...
"you are not made of work!"
"you are poor, meager!"
"you're life is poor and wanting!"
"where have you been? "
"and...what have you done with your
inconsequential life?

inside, I am sad--
outside, I smile thinly.
you don't/won't see me
anymore
you try to erase me with words...
I'm not a chalkboard
upon which you scribble
your rambling non-sensical equations.

I examine his azure eyes,
blue as a cloudless day...
and see there
the high mountains of our distance.

I cannot smile.
this is not satisfaction.
this is poor tragedy,
derived from belligerence
and blindness...

go Brother--
(whispering)

we're strangers
I'm the one standing before you
as you turn away
you deny me

what have you done Brother,
what have you done?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11:11AM 4/20/2020
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MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
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