I sit along the sunny sea
The waves
… kiss my toes.

I close my eyes
I giggle
Picking petals from a rose.

The scent
… of salty breezes;
A buoy sounds it’s bell.
Seashells tumble…;
Brother plays…
Sherman takes the hill.

Nana and Poppy are flying
Kite-tails…
Dance towards the sun.
The gulls hover free
Over the sea…
And, the sandpipers are on the run.

The summer’s cottage;
The stony walls
The rose garden blooms near the sea;

Remnants sewn
... in little satchels;
..., sea-salt and rose,  potpourri.

Words land;
The spirit flies…
New life
... is born;
And,...is
Immortalized.

What…
Does it bring
To remember
… the spring.

The pain
The joy
The romance
… of a thing.

Happiness
… of dew
Scratching rays
… of the sun
The tears... of remembrance
When...
This day is long done.

Writing of the words
The moments
… of the day;
Experiences
Crystallized…
In its Melodic sort a way.

With the blood of the dove
And…
With a parchment in hand.
Words…are
Given wings;

Now,…
Poetry lands.

I'll never forget her face.
Our eyes met; both had butterflies
In our stomachs that had
Butterflies in theirs.

Teenage features made
My eyes softer from
Touching them with vision.  
Smiling with every inch of

Herself; slightly protruding
Canines gave her a sense of
Wildness. An insanely
Beautiful wolf.

Mouth slightly open in
Centre at default.
Those lips that women botox
Themselves to achieve.  

Angelina Jolie's half-sister's face.
I became a slightly different man
Then.
Like after a near-death-experience.

After three and a half years together
She still blows my mind.
I can watch her from a distance, and
Contemplate the way her skin seems

So thin over her collar bone that
You wouldn't dare even kiss it
If you could. That, and how I rest my
Face there every evening and thank

Whomever it May Concern
For it all.
I am a man with hungry eyes and
Hands.

Beauty is my ******.
My own strengthening, inspiring,
Comforting -every-day-Heaven-
******.

Speak positivity into existence,
What persists is due to resistance,
Let go and just be free,
Coexist as the singular we,
Loving honestly never hurt anyone,
Hope rises with the morning sun,
Engulfed in beauty the world is truly,
Synchronized with our thoughts smoothly,
Reality is but a dream,
Our bodies an illusion it seems,
So have no fear, stand tall,
Nothing lasts forever, after all.

I am stronger than those nights
Stronger than that five year old girl-
That fifteen year old girl  
Stronger than a year ago
Than a month or even a week ago
Stronger than yesterday
This, I know, is factual
But that doesn't mean there will not be moments where memories run wild-
Rampant through my bones
Memories which cause my skeletal system to tremble
Memories where the images of which become almost unbearable

But I know,
They say some of the strongest people are the ones who suffer the most
Whatever that suffering may be
Blood still runs through their veins-
Still breathe in the same air as you and I
And they too will overcome

I will overcome
Time after time
Because I am a force on my own-
I am strong enough

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Drinking the tea
Soothing the soul
Killing coldness
Reviving warmness
Blinded by the wrong
Missing the right
The sky is crying
The wind is pushing
The sun is hiding
Shaking up her insides

I still love you
but unfortunately
I lost my self
in the process
of loving you...