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.

for all your dreams
life dreams that bring fear, butterflies and adrenaline in you like nightmares
life dreams that will never sleep until life itself is at rest
life dreams that you pray about
- to god -
before you go to bed
life dreams that you spend endless nights  
-polishing and amending until your eyes shut -
the life dreams that you stay awake and are alive for:

i wish you
godspeed

    - t.m

Who would have thought
there would be no freedom
in broken bonds?

Love is that strange thing
that suffocates us
as it gives us life.

Oh, you don't know what love is?
It is the shadow of the heart
that diminishes in darkness
fading to nothing...
Yet in the roaring light,
it swells and consumes!
It darkens and sharpens
until it towers upon mountains
upon seas
into the heavens!

Shadow is memory...

Do you remember?
How the light felt
warm?
Oh, how it filled the soul
and melted the pain;
like summer rain
it nourished the roots.

All things soft and safe
turned to the light
and sheltered in the shade
that love did provide.

Yet, what is the light,
if love is the shadow?
It is the very sight
of the hope for tomorrow.

SEARCHING...
there on horizon,
sight unseen, treasure untold,
I seek its wonder.

WELCOMED...
craved in the seizing,
sating thirst in this, my soul,
I sing mortal glee.

ABANDONED...
come has fallen hour,
soul aches from broken dream's shards.
hope? never again.

Whatever happened on that fateful night
We can speculate in the dimness of light
Was found the poet who went by the name of Poe
Wandering a Baltimore street of long ago

Mystery surrounds this most tragic event
No witnesses came forth with telling to vent
His mind state must of been in utter disarray
Why would he not know of the foul play

In dishevelled ragged clothes he was clad
An injustice on his person had been so sad
Elections were taking place on the date
His registered title forged another's slate

To a hospital he was sent for treatment
Though his weakened constitution never bent
The man of letters died a loner's death
His last words were of God's sure breath

Who wanted the author disposed of back then
We'll ever conjecture on the character's pen