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Tia Daubas Mar 2019
she's a whisper in another room,
the violet embrace of the early morning sky

momentary and haunting
  Jan 2019 Tia Daubas
Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Tia Daubas Nov 2015
His fingers reach for the glass pipe and all you can think about

are his eyes

and how they’re the color of every city you’ve never lived in.

The smoke undulates from his lips

like the most honeyed death sentence

into the chasm that surrounds the two of you, and the words

“he’ll destroy me”

are ringing in your ears.

He’s a paradoxical boy,

with his shooting star hands and his nebulous mind,

that carelessly leaves his magnetism lying around

for you to trip over.

Perhaps that’s how he gets girls on their knees.

You have fallen for a boy whose words fall from his lips

like dark matter, but he is

trapped inside the black hole of his own mind.

He cannot fold himself around your galaxy

because he cannot escape his own.

He’s lost there.

The sadness in his eyes

is a mirror

and as you stare at yourself you realize

this is the first and last time you’ll love your own reflection.

Now, you will only meet up in the

liminal spaces between this life and the next.

He will come to you in daydreams,

this is the only place where you can learn to love each other.

When you are in the shadowy spot

between sleep and wake,

refrain from memorizing the outline of his lips when he smirks.

The sunlight will take it away

as quickly as it gave it.
Tia Daubas Mar 2015
You came into this world screaming for your right to be loved,
please don’t think you have to leave the same way.  
I know what it’s like to crush pills every night just so you can break something other than yourself, but darling, love doesn’t exist in powder.
Remember that inside of you are crashing galaxies; every fiber of your being resonates with tragedy and stardust,
and there is someone out there who will want to crawl into the folds of your universe.
However, there will be days that even ghosts can’t see you,
but just remember that you don’t have to search for approval in the arms of strangers.
It won’t be there.
The only thing you’ll find is trouble.
When you notice that lovers repeatedly treat you like a puddle, stepping
over you and carrying on with their life, know that that’s not what you are.
You are an ocean, ebbing and flowing with the moons magnetism.
Calm enough to carry the burdens of others,
but powerful enough to drown them.
It’s not easy realizing that everyone you have ever loved has never loved you, but neither is pretending to be a *******.
So give away paper mâché versions of your heart, one after the other,
until you find the person who notices the difference
between something living and something dead.
Until you find the person who is willing to ask about your real heart.  
There is no reason that you should not be loved.
Tia Daubas Mar 2015
through the dim
      abyss of the ocean's blue water
      to become a daughter
                  of the violent and quiet sea.

through cold knives
      as your body submits to the waves,
      you must let yourself cave
                  to the water's hypnotic sway.

for green jade
      scales to cover your ivory legs.
      no longer will your wade
                  in the shoreline's shallow waters.

with the chance
      of happiness running through your mind
      and you will learn, in time,
                  in order to swim you must drown.
I wrote this for a creative writing project when I was 15 lol
Tia Daubas Mar 2015
They will only hurt you as much as you let them.

And when you want to tear your veins out from frustration,

You must remember to channel that anger into forgiveness.

But don't forget,

They will never love you as much as they love their fix.
Tia Daubas Mar 2015

It’s tendrils reach across the floor
And up the walls,

Emitting a heavy buzz,
It becomes overbearing.
The only sound I can hear.


I feel it wrap itself around my throat,
And makes it’s way into my ears,

Snaking through my cingulate cortex,
Putting it to sleep.
Putting me to sleep.

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