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the thing i like about cigarettes
isn't even the buzz
I just like the feeling of breathing in poison
and blowing it right out

I enjoy seeing the smoke leave me
and float in the air
like a ghost
until it disappears
to me it's beautiful

cigarettes are deadly, but that's something
most people know
but baby my addiction to you is even stronger
bet it will **** me first too

see I can quit cigs and deal with the
headaches and ****
but giving up you is still tearing me apart
shredding my insides

i wish that when i inhaled the poison
that is your breath
it would have been as easy to blow it out
and get rid of it

just like a cigarette though
you've blackened my insides
you darkened my heart
they darkened my lungs
but you didn't come with the warning label
Sitting on this grainy sand I promise something.
I promise to remember tonight.
To see the dark waves clash against each other.
But looking at the horizon I see the sunrise.
The sunrise is so beautiful its paradise and has left me paralyzed.
How can such beauty hold us still? 
For we do not want it to leave so we soak it up and refill.
The orange the pinks and blues.
There’s so many color hues.
Each can remind us of something. 
The warm wind of salt and sand can tickle our face.
We close our eyes and search for the gates.
The gates to what? 
Is it a gate to lead us to a place in space? 
Our grant us some grace? 
What if we turn around.
Walk into the deepest of blues; 
the lightest of greens
and to walk in the water.
What if we walk and cant swim; would we drown? 
Would we sink below and die down? 
Or to float and relax.
To feel the suns rays and react.
To open our eyes to the beauty around us.
What would we see but…
Paradise….
I would rather watch the sunset than the sunrise
You are so contrite in your words
So remorseful for the punishment inflicted
For I am not at fault for the pasts indecencies  or the nasty bearing of actions on your heart

But you-
You are to fault for the weight left cracking my bones-
The same damnations that haunt your decisions
Are left haunting in a shell of me

High hope-
Drowned by those I've never even known

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
How swift my childhood days of green
all the gorgeous scattered seeds
free among the chiming winds
in the shining gold of summer meadows
only a distant diamond song, of painted hills rolling on
where I may but, only dream again

When petals of sun shined above
I bloomed long and wild as flowers afield
days, I flew like birds singing high above the willows
far into the shine of golden yellow

Splendorous hours I lingered lazy
beneath a sprawling meadow maple
adrift in bliss of summer's dream
in a world, where children
soar and sing
On a white conch shell
like flowing teardrops
her name was written,
in his heart's blood;
this is the only record
hitherto, of his sacrifice.

On a coral reef
with every imaginable color,
his name was sculpted;
a real marvel that belies
the labor of love of long days,
her final dedication to the love of her life.

A deep sea diver, exploring
a long time after, strayed
in to this chamber of love secrets
by chance and finds
the relics of a mysterious love affair
that got lost to the human world for ever,
but  found an abode deep down
in the ocean depths
amidst crowding scallops, calamari and mussels

The explorer's eyes brim
a stream of tears,
though do not know
for whom, it was shed
adds salt to the ocean floor.

Love makes heroes out of
even timid and docile persons
let me tell this. it is difficult
to predict the ways love treads.
I saw
two hearts meet
into one

a soft touch
a tender word
to open up to love

life is simple
we live to love
and die in love to
return home
You smile at me- uneasy!
Suppressing the frown underneath
You sigh and you say nothing
Not a single word you bare!

Your face is smeared with scorn
Your silent words are cruel
Stabbing repeatedly with pain
Yet, you're too nice to say.

Your words would have been harsh
But your silent words are venom
You haven't said a word
But your eyes, they reveal volumes.

Why the difficulty in speech?
Why the patronage and deceit?
If only I could read your mind...
If only I could hear your heart...

It would tell of how I repulse you
Of I embarrass you in public
Of how you hate the hugs I crave
Of how far apart we've strayed!

But why the silent regrets?
Why paint a dead flower red?
For the words you dread to say
Are softer than the silence you sway!

I know you mean well for you
But you're just afraid I'd hurt
Afraid to rip my heart in two
When your silence has crushed to dust!

A little openness if you cared,
Could have left us bound as friends
A little honesty could have saved me
But we've both died in your silence!*


© Raphael Uzor
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