Two sets of lips
parted by the tips of tongues
Two sets of lungs with rapid breathes
Two hearts
Seething in fine lines
Two hands
relating beats

                                                               ­                                                                 ­                        Two hands
                                                           ­                                                                 ­     Around two separate necks
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                       Confining life-
                                                           ­                                                                 ­   Mixing pleasure with distaste
                                                                ­                                                                 ­    Streams of constellations-
                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                  Moments, words
                                                           ­                                                                 ­               Past tense conclusions
                                                     ­                                                    Jaundiced minds led us to gypsy stairwells  
                                                    ­                                                                 ­            From everything to nothing

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Butterflies kept inside my chest
I'll save them for a less than sunny day.
tucked inside my bed where I lay.
the winged creatures inside me at bay
flipping and flying contently at play.
they move from my chest far
to my brain where they stay,
My mind starts to wander,
these insects are incessant theyre my constant thoughts.
disguised as beautiful winged creatures, but most are not.
my dark thoughts are moths to be swatted away,
some have bright wings.
the beautiful ones just don't seem to stay.
This hidden part of me,
can be quite gray.
I try to drown all my monsters,
Like when Noah built the ark.
Sail away with my beautiful creatures.
The moths swimming like basking sharks.
These are unseen by many
and observed by few.
I gain a moth, and lose a monarch
Every time they're met by someone new,
Or my broken heart.
But who's to say there's no beauty in something dark.

She’s behind the glass barricade
Sheltered from ruthless spectators
Knocking and making faces
In the strobe of their
Disposable cameras

She’s crossing her legs
And twirling her hair

*I’m on the outside as well...
But I know there is much more
Going on in that
Tangled mind of yours
Than these people want
To believe

The motherly figure
Locked away in fumes
Smelling of skunk
The green smoke taking her away
To anywhere but here

The man of the house
Glass after glass
Of wine
*****
Beer
Even Listerine
If that is what it took
To get even a slight buzz

I sit alone
Adding another mark to the tally
Behind the mirror
Only a few more
Before it is accepted
For my life to end

The youngest
Unaware of all of the despair
In her family
The only one
Who truly smiles
In our family portrait

I close my door
Reach for my blade
And begin the routine motions
That now feel meaningless
Like my black and white past

I still look for silly reasons
Any excuse
To justify my actions

Just to get a quick feeling
Of anything at all
Even if that means it will hurt
Because if I'm numb for much longer
I might just...