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My first.
Lycanthrope.
A walk in the woods..............
Snow globe.
The Outsider.
Only lovers left alive.
The Ghost.
The Collector.
Born Of Legend.
Night out with a vampire.
My Beau Geste.
A Vampire's Lament.
Going home.
Reborn.
Death on TV
Flop House.
Forever.
Circus of lies.
Empty Ship.
Crossroad.
Free of doubt.
Burning Thoughts.
Stalingrad.
Train of thought.
Death on highway infinite.....
A star is dead.
Last of a kind.
Second coming.
Playing with death.
Horror in the outback.
Skyward muse.
Empty Bottle.
Within a raindrop.
Act 1.
Threshold of eternal.
Bone sleepers.
Losing my mortality.
My butterfly
Pole dancing angel
A thoughtful moment.
Open........de blue petals
Blood on thoughts.
A wolfs moon.
She awaits in the moon.
Soul search of a vampire
Garden of the minds.
A life not mine.
Parasitic love.
Black rose
A cab ride to hell
Swept Away.
Preacher.
Sat in a garden.
A game for two.
Driven choice.
Sibling rivals.
As a fragment.
Lunas call
City of finance.
For a friend.
Possessed houses.
...a cell door opens.
She.
Models of the flawless.
Exist without love.
Smile with the loss.
Without a trace.
End of lies.
A stage for one.
Blind understanding.
Lovers.
A road sign.
Third person perspective.
The deep.
Defiant trees.
A spat in space.
Return of the empty king
Blade of grass.
Love grows.
Release.
Hide and seek.
Looking at you....
Thinking place.
The Moral Uncoil.
Comrades of stone.
Last breath.
A heart within memory.
Blank canvas
Wishing for the sun.
Upon a ship of hope.
Painting a memory.
Memories fade in winter
Away
Empty bottle.
Saved from drowning
In memory.
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Message: I dreamed of drewning...FYI...for a long while I was reading the books of Robert Moss who is an Englishman and a Dream Archaeologist who has literally studied dreams in all their many facets for well over 35 years. I wanted to delve into the messages I found in them. you can write a question down on a piece of paper and put it under your head...and when you lucid-dream...can get an answer...at this time in my life...I was working on just that. As an adult who dealt with great challenges growing up in the town, family, among the peers that I did...its remarkable, when I think about it that I'm still here. So I'm pretty resilient. And have asked for help when I needed it and have gone out looking for answers on my own. When someone tells you at 5yrs old that no one can stand to look at you...you have to see the lie in that. and further, the lie behind any mistreatment, neglect. I'm not my past. But for all of us...we are a sum total...nothing can be negated, yet nothing needs to be dwelt upon except to inform. this was written long ago. the tone of my poetry has drastically changed. but through this all...I am most assuredly me. I honor the time and effort it took to develop my voice over the years in poetry and in artwork...it helps me stand up straight in a world which might knock me and others down. I don't look for difficulty. I look for points of bliss. I can well appreciate them. thank you for your comments...people like you mean to be kind and thoughtful and your impressions are welcom. melissa/meloo p.s. if I didn't think so...I'd tell you otherwise
Date Received: 2022-01-31 17:50:58