All I can compare you to is a cigarette
I know with every drag I take
I come a little closer to death
And I love every drag I take
I love knowing that I'm okay with it,
Okay with you killing me slowly
I can't shake my addiction
Even if it in the end it means death
I am destine to die with or with out your help
In painful memory of your cold soul
I ignite the flame
And put fire to my death
And take yet another drag
Waiting for it to **** me
One after another,
Chain smoking to speed up the process
Hoping that death is a happier place
Than being alive and alone

Our relationship is smoke and mirrors
It looks good but doesn't feel right
It's perfect for a magic act
But doesn't work well in real life

You can pull a rabbit out of your hat
But you can't pull out our love
You roll up your sleeves for your very next trick
When rolling up your sleeves isn't enough

It's become a fact that this magic act
Is sawing our relationship in two
Please put away your wand so we can move on
From where I sit, fooled without a clue

I really don't care how it is you do your tricks
There's no need for you to revel
If you'll just take off your cape before our love escapes
And perhaps that love will magically heal

After our row  .  .  .
I bought flowers and waited,
  .  .  .  Now they are brittle.

In this century, specifically, I spend an awful lot of time staring at a computer screen. The harsh artificial light casts a bright blanket across my eyes, so that when I go outside to look at the stars in the sky, it takes time for me to see them in their true beauty as I must allow my eyes to adjust to them.

In a similar way, the computer screen will cast a bright artificial light on me, so that I have to strain to see true beauty. Natural beauty, real beauty.

When I was little, every Sunday I’d go to Church
I was a child drunk off of fairy tales and day dreams
And I loved the idea that we could go to heaven when we died
And the pastor looked me in the eyes and said
"God is with you."
And like any 5 year old would, I believed him

My family bowed our heads and prayed before every meal
But halfway through dinner they’d start yelling
And I remembered what the pastor told me
So I covered my ears and asked God to make it stop
But I felt all alone
And that’s why I’m an atheist

At school the kids would pick on me
I didn’t understand why they didn’t want me as a friend
And I prayed to God that they’d stop
But I also prayed for them too
Because I was a good Christian
And good Christians love their enemies
But nothing changed
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I remember the first time my mom hit me
One time during a fight
She told me I was stupid and worthless
And after a while I started believing what she said
I started to wonder
How could someone so hateful
Call them self a Christian?
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I prayed that God would make me beautiful
Because I wasn’t skinny
And I knew I wasn't good enough for that boy I liked
But every time I looked in the mirror, I felt the same
So I stopped kneeling in prayer
And started kneeling in front of the toilet
And that’s why I’m an atheist

I haven’t prayed in 5 years now
I have only one request of God if he exists
That he end the pain right now
But nothing happens
So once again, I will have to do things on my own
And standing so close to the edge
I think about how I used to love the idea of life after death
But now I’m obsessed with the thought that when I do
They’ll be nothing coming after
And I can have eternal sleep
And that’s why I’m an atheist

The ability to listen

To have awareness of not only the monumental amount of good
But the awful truths
To open your eyes-
Your mind and heart wide
So wide you swallow galaxies whole
Taking in each detail
Each minuet make up
Extravagantly beautiful
With every individual perception
Every method inside ones madness
To hold onto that and bring it to fruition

Is a speechless-
Breathtaking thing
We all have this ability in one form or the other

Use it and create the difference

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro