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 Nov 2016 Deborah Downes
Stephan


Here in this place where I once played,
midst memories now cast aside
The clouds my worthless life has made,
rain down in teardrops I have cried
Thank you to all of my friends here who have supported and encouraged me. I appreciate each and every one of you.  I hope I have shown you the same kindness you have always shown me. This will be my last for while, I need some time to figure out who I am and how I became that person. Thanks again.
 Nov 2016 Deborah Downes
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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.
Looking around
the banquet table
Feeling the singe
of all the glances
Sifting through
unknown enemies

I hear the
laughter
I see the
guilt
I smell the
champagne

Waiting for
a devil's sunrise
Sweating from
dancing candlelight
Flanking shadows
catch me smiling

I make my
move
I cut swiftly
and deeply
I set the poultry
upon my plate
I fell madly in love
With just a silhouette
With all of the darkness
And none of the brunette
I fell into the pitfalls
Between all the lies
We were locked between dimensions
The third was our demise
She padlocked herself in shadow
The key doesn't even exist
No light can pierce this place now
No love could ever persist
Motion sick from carousels
But too weary to walk away
I drop another quarter in the slot
To chase apparitions for another day
Careless steps have taken him
To the intersection of light and fantastic
For "tripping is the sport of younger men"

For all gathered here, we spectate
Until our eyes have pierced the darkness
To witness the most unattainable dreams

He is thin, pale around the eyes and lips
The world weighs heavy on his heart
As the pressure slowly suffocates him

He hastens to his feet, nimble as the men of yore
Releases his tongue from the clasp of his teeth
And finds a song, rusted over by years of silence
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