From silence to symphonies-
the rehearsal begins today
Whatever the outcome-
let it be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

A lifetime fighting,
A lifetime of perspective,
A lifetime of giving love-
Losing love-
Holding onto the thought of what if
And why not
As if any of it could alter reality
As if rolling the dice one last time
Would make the difference

My knees are weak-
My shoulders bent-
Heavy with weight

The ground on which I kneel-
Pieced together with stone-
From this shape to that shape-
Cold stone on which my skins lies

The same skin that I try to hide-
Like the thoughts in my mind
The twitch of fingers that I use to trace-
A timeline-
A lifetime-
Narrowing-

In conclusion to the tones of tomorrow
In strength I pray-
To rest lightly-
Together with the thoughts that lit my way

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

The ghosts are hungry-
Feasting on the wide eyes that lay
Through the early mornings dark-
Hiding from the dreams-
Hunting flesh-
Hunting memories tucked away
Beneath the comforts of their pillow cases

So they lay-
Warm to the touch-
Soft
But cold-
Brittle within-
Cradled by intent-
Through the dark ante meridiem

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Biting the words off from where they lay-
Frozen-
Upon my own lips.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

It came like this
A heavy rain-
Pouring into the soul-
Drowning in the feelings-
Absolving the bits and pieces
Every particle of your dreams-
Each hallucination

Steadily running-
A stream of poorly defined adventure-
A mishap that shaped a heart
while shattering existence  

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

My heart could explode as I sit before you
and even so-
With each jagged edge-
I would still love

I have learned the meaning of bravery
And love most certainly is the prerogative of the brave
However I will not lay to be struck a fool-
A fly in the widows web-
Bundled and motionless-
Awaiting to be drained of my will
I will fight with the prerogative of the self respecting

I will hold my head and my heart high-
Whatever the condition may be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Is it conceivable to forget how to feel?
To lose the joy of a fresh rain-
An evenings full moon
To forget what it is to capture a fall breeze-
Inhaling it into your skin with a ballet of leaves which prance along the tree trunks-
Simplistic beauty nurturing your sight
To hear a laughter so bright-
So spirited
That a child's sound would be toilsome to hold a candle to

To be subdued enough-
Lucid enough
That it is even a wonder where
misery has left to

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro