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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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Out On The Street


What's a kid like that
doing out in the cold

North of nothing and
not too well-dressed

How did she get herself
into her mess

too bad how we all got our own distress
yet
attention is fleeting
and memory is short

Nobody knows
and no one is asking
the cars flying by
how fast they're passing

busy with her own business
 she's not theirs
for the tasking

how much colder is the world
if everyone sees
yet nobody cares

we've all got plenty of troubles
none for the asking...

But what's a kid like her
doing out in the cold

listlessly, aimlessly
sleep walking
where is her home
Is it here, is it there

and yet without hesitation
the foot hits the accelerator
and you turn up the heat

quickly forgetting
the girl on the street.



re-edited 7:13pm PST 12/11/2020
LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 9:10am 12/11/2020 PST TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD.






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