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When You Learn Who You Really Are And What Is...

Anti-Poem Number Three 8/2/2022 Or, A Poem Your Proper Mother Wouldn't Write



Breathing On My Own

A Girl Is More Than a Beautiful Box re-edited 10:15pm PST 1/31/22

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Dr. Frankenstein's Surprise (Re-Galvanized)

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The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

Summer Storms / Electric Monsters

Your Candle Burning In the Wind

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Breathing On My Own


if love were oxygen
I'd carry a tank
wouldn't you?

its necessary to breathe,
isn't it?
that is, if love is breathing...

but love makes me
breathless
steals my oxygen
and makes my heart pump
too fast so that it
over-fills with blood
and primes it redder

if you were
my oxygen
I'd inhale
my rib cage flush with my diaphram
then take a long time to exhale
so that I'd feel light-head
and intoxicated

knowing you provide me with
what I need most
that one essential
which feeds my entire body
and makes it work

but what would I do
if you should remove
yourself
and thus
remove the essential oxygen
which I think I need

I remember now
this has happened once
and will happen again

it is the human condition
to move on and leave
leaving with the love
I once thought I couldn't
breathe without

but I'm a fool if I believe this

love isn't oxygen
nor are you singularily
the very fuel
I believe
I won't live without

oxygen is more like
a process
of self-regulation
a natural exchange
if I settle into myself
I will begin to believe
I am the generator

I can breathe on my own.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 7/27/2022 7:27AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME
TIME AND DATE STAMPED, AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED  AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE NAME:
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD...(GOD BLESS YOU GRANDFATHER T.)





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