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



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At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

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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....

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

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

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

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

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

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TIME IS OF THE NONSENSICAL

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Wild and Unraveling

Broken Things Are Beautiful

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

Sharp Sticks For The Cinderella's

A Long Long Time Ago

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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.....

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


I am in this crop of rooms
seeded with dust
and old thoughts

and all my friends are dead
it seems

appearing only in
remembered dreams

their faces young
the voices old
and vaguely familiar

my mind travels
at the speed of light
and covers mountains
lakes and skies
and searches for their little specks

and all my friends are dead
it seems

i hold them tight
and sometimes they scream
to tell me
its time to let them go

perchance we'll meet
in another life
or maybe no
not ever again
the memorizing of them
can be pains-takingly
painful

the clouds gather
in my head
an entire rain's full
and soon the droplets
begin to fall
and down they tumble all
drowned in the waters
rising up from the past.


from the recesses of my mind in a fog of a dream
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AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS
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