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To me
Words-
when used wisely and with great conviction
Are the epitome of passion and life
They will never cease to flow through my veins
Words will stay with me to help ease the trouble in my mind-
The stinging ache-
Purging them onto paper when the rest of the silhouettes have proven to be misleading and entirely imprudent

To me
They will always be
The essential ingredient to my life

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Don't ask to be saved. You can only save you. Instead, ask for support. Ask for someone who will stand by you and stand up, not just for you, but with you. Someone who knows how great and rare you are and, on the other hand, someone who sees your faults and rather help you improve them than just ignore them even when the truth isn't always pleasant. Someone who, regardless of those faults, will continue to love you all the same. Someone who you clash with in all the right ways and through the frustrations, still holds your bond close to their heart because at the end of the day, you'll going to struggle at times in life and love but giving up on your hearts desires in both of those categories should never be the answer. Eat your cake and have it too because you are worth it. Balance and a sense of being whole on ones own are major traits to be embraced.
Not a poetry post as always. Decided to share some recent thoughts due to current situations.
You could spend a millennium
searching for home
Or you could just look around at the faces that embrace you. Home is where you are free to plant your heart.

It took time for me to realize
Compassion will set us free

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Let the semicolon split apart from the seams
Let the lights shatter
Let the eclipse taste us-
Whole embodied variations
Infatuations digested and expelled with this disease
Let us examine
Let us recreate
The desire we infected with selfish tendencies
Give me your pure-
Our sinless monogamy

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
My recollection of you is that of the universe
At times seemingly vacant
But its just the contrary-
consumed with magnificent new discoveries
Each one captivating and beyond my capability of expressing beauty

But I'm afraid
You will never let me see
Though I have tried beyond my bounds
It seems to be a game full with vain

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Giving up has never been  to me option but the options are running thin...
my phone beeped
in an almost deserted train compartment.
my boss,
'where have you reached?'
I sighed and replied,
'should reach in 5'
(would reach in 20)
same old dance
to the tune of corporate slavery.

a sharp sound,
I looked up.
the sound dissolved
into a fit of giggles.

a group of kids
playing around, teasing,
their mother close by;
a hawker, selling trinkets in the train.

it looked so natural.
a working mum
looking after her kids while on the job
(doesn't work that way does it?
guess they didn't have anywhere safe
without her)

I couldn't look away.

it was such a sight...
torn, tattered clothes
dirt and mud all over
and those innocent giggles;
it didn't add up.

I was tired, aching,
infatuating about sleep;
feet bleeding in killer heels,
rushing around without purpose,
forced into an exploitative overtime job
by myself; frustrated,
trying to keep up with society.

the little family
calm, collected;
torn, tattered smiles held with grace,
facing their exploitative poverty
with innocent mischief and honest labour.

confused,
I had a thought:
that's the life they've known,
this is the life I've known.
we fit in our lives...
differently?

no...
we fit in different lives in the same way.
I struggle she struggles,
we both have good bad days.

I didn't realize I was smiling
till she smiled back.

I bought something
and got off at the next stop,
wishing she has more good days than bad
and the kids keep their giggles
a little longer than they can..

— The End —