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 Nov 2016
mk
there must be a place where broken words go
the ones without a limb
not fully formed
not spoken right
not heard

there must be a place where broken words go
the sentences left uncompleted
the trailing words that never left the lips
the "but" and the "and"
that were always left hanging

somewhere between silence and speech
there must be a place where broken words go
full of stutters and writers block sufferers
somewhere between the "i love"
and the "you" that never followed
or the "wait"
that was whispered into the air
the "please come back"
that made peace with dying
on the corners of a turning mouth

there must be a place where broken words go
the words spoken but never heard
the letters written but never posted
the train of thought that crashed into the clouds
the words in the bottle that traveled the sea
but sunk to the bottom before it could ever reach

there must be a place where my broken words go
the stains on my diary that didn't come from a pen
and the letters on my thighs that don't make sense
the things i could never say
and the things i said that came out all wrong
all the broken alphabets in my song
that cry for salvation
for one more chance

there must be a place where broken words go
there must be a place i can call home.
 May 2016
Jim Timonere
I thought I would be different today
I expected midnight this morning would have wrought a change
In me like Cinderella's coach that turned into a wrinkled pumpkin
Leaving her to walk home from the ball.

But that didn't happen.

Midnight struck this morning and the gentle heart and
Glowing soul who lies beside me through every lonely night
Reached back, pulled my face close to hers and said,
"Happy birthday, I love you".
Then she kissed me and I was young all over again.
 May 2016
Jim Timonere
It was spring when the old things get cleared away
and I opened a drawer that was mostly closed now;
in the back was a ring of keys I hadn't touched forever
because the doors they opened were gone.

My first car, a castoff from my father we used in high school
to go to practice, or for hamburgers, or to the movies
in a time when that was the most fun we could have.
I see the boys now, smiling and singing songs you never hear anymore.

The key to my the apartment I had going to school, a little place
I shared with Jimmy Redd just off campus where we
drank, caroused and learned how to cook hamburger helper
between working and going to class.

The key to my first office and the house I bought where
some of my kids lived and I had a future
that was wasted by trusting people whose most important
love was in the mirror every morning

Then there were no keys for years when I could not unlock
the doors I lived behind in places where
the only comfort was a date yet to come as I waited
and the world turned without me, changing everything

Which turned out to be for the best
For the last unused key was to my first home after leaving high school
the place love became real and where the missing part
of me had been waiting through her own trials.

I smiled and held the keys tight then put them back into the drawer
they are not useless as I thought
because the doors they open are those I will
always be able to enter.
 Jul 2015
raine cooper
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
©rainecooper
 Jul 2015
The Anonymous Joker
"I am all pieces that don't fit
But with you
I don't realize it."*

That's all I have ever wanted to be able to say



And meant
 Oct 2014
Munchkin
Why do waves
Push the shore
Then pull it back
In an infinite cycle

We call it nature
When everything has a balance
We accept the pulls and pushes
We live as if its the norm

But when we love
We pull
And push
And pull each others strings

When it breaks
We call it pain
 Oct 2014
Munchkin
I wonder how it feels
To be none but yours
To hold your hand
To call you mine and I yours

I wonder how it feels
To kiss your crimson lips
To feel your burning touch

I wonder how it feels
To say I do
To none but you
On a warm summer night

I wonder how it feels
To fabricate a life
To build a home

I wonder how it feels
To find tears
In the brightest rooms

I wonder how it feels
To break
When you were sure
You were made of steel

I wonder how it feels
To be smelted
Yet again
To a form you never knew

I wonder
How i wonder
How it feels
To be loved by you
 Oct 2014
Munchkin
I just cannot believe how much I am NOT  affected by your duet with her
The room was dark and you were as handsome as ever
You sang with the most beautiful voice
You two sang Everything Has Changed
And I was totally so not affected
All I did was delete all of my Ed Sheeran songs
I deleted all of my Taylor Swift songs
And I most definitely did NOT spare your pictures with her
I was most certainly not affected
To the point that I tore your pictures with her
Covered her face with black ink
And burned all the pictures with your face

No, sir, I don't give a ****
And,
I am most certainly NOT affected
Even by just a small degree

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