The mountains know my pain
The trees shed their leaves-
Red and orange
Falling as blood

(C) Tiffanie Doro

It has been a year since she made it impossible to ever see her beautiful face again. A year since she ended her life. Everyday I worked I saw her face and in an instant that was taken away.  For the first time in a very long time.... I can't find my words.

Your face resembled a sunflower
Freckles and seeds
Bright smiles-
Tender lips
Welcoming petals-
Supple, silky touch
With such color!
Inviting warmth

And I picked apart each one

(C) Tiffanie Doro

The day I was born it was set that
A church pew would never be my ideal
Unsettled and out of place

Danger has a pull-
A delectable choke hold
Most of all
It's my will to refuse opposition
Condemn me a sinner-
And you the apparent rightful saint
Who belittles and expresses hate among others
Though I know not all proclaim the same-
The majority has always out ranked

Forgive me for my open mind and love for others
My so very sinful morals
I'll send you a postcard from hell
With a picture of lucifer himself
Sign it sincerely with love
From my fiery hell to yours
Xoxo
(From one hell to another.)

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I know you've got a heart of gold and emotions that run along your sleeves
but lately,
you're better with a bottle and some scrapped knees.

You're introverted
A minuet ******

But it's not the the skin you bare
Or the the way you touch
It's the way you've given up

You grew into the buildings
And buried yourself inside
between a mattress and ***** sheets

They won't save you
No, my beautiful raggedy Anne
No, they'll turn that heart of gold to stone
They'll paint your face with prophecies-
Little indecencies
You'll be ripped from some ***** banks magazine
A pin up doll
Such a perfectly decayed dream
I want to cut the string that holds you up

Hit the ground running-
Remove your mind from others hands and
Fight

Let bad blood filter into the streets and watch the acquainted burn into the night

She looked the child in the eyes. Salt water lined the edges, forming droplets down her rosy cheeks. She saw streets, poverty and auto focused lives. But what drew her the most was not what tales she could read but the story the child longed to create with a will and passion that had been long swept from our towns. The want to still survive even as the bombs echoed through all her nights. She said to the child "you have not burned out. We are all flames. We sway and flicker. Lower and then still rise because we are too fierce to let the foolish tide of ignorance cool the heat that fights inside." She couldn't possibly have known it then but with her words, she saved that child's life and began the chain of events that altered the course of history.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I had found myself before you
My hand found your cheek-
Soft skin blushing red
You draw my attention as I draw the smoke from my cigarette
And your about just as good for me as it is-
Toxicity in every inhale

Yet I stumble to you
Backwards
Always backwards from where I've grown to
Back to the hues of your eyes
Now a stare that I stress to avoid

I won't stop to look back
I won't pretend it is not what it is for times sake

I won't humor you
I won't humor your distaste!
I am not a person of connivence
A person of mere indulgence when there is nothing left to the amusement  

I can't be here when those soft hues finally open to see the decisions you've made

There can be no caring saved
There will be nothing left for you after you've pulled every string


(C) Tiffanie Doro