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Sep 2017 · 427
I'm just a waste of space
These things will never change to you
But at least there is meaning between bodies pieced together beneath sheets
You're a cannibal
And I love it more than I should

Finger tips around my neck-
Grab me by the heart until my veins escape my chest
The ache of my body
The pulsing inside me
I know what it means to dance with the devil

There are more ways than I can count to feel the flame
Waiting for a spark to ignite

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jul 2017 · 438
After tonight
There won't be much to look back on
The story of a sad life
Even when the love filled my cavities-
Placed itself where the foundation had cracked

I told god I was worn
My bones showed through my skin in a light unknown to even my own embodiment
But I don't believe anyway
And the grass wilted-
Still on both ends of the track that my hands mended
A heaping tangle of puzzle pieces from every perspective I have ever collected
This mind of mine
It's not easily understood
But when you did
I denied the rationality-
Turned it into spaces in between the years

Running from the impact-
My own shadow chased me down the streets-
Through the webbing of my thoughts-
Hauling me into the same arms where my fears turned the days into nights

And I tell myself
I'll find a conclusion-
Whenever eventually rises up from the graves where the warmth of my heart stays
Jul 2017 · 270
While her mind carried the weight of thought-
She found herself shaking sheets more often than indulging in a mutual self worth
Rarely shaking hearts
Though the connection was presented-
The value was untold
Instead It was left dancing along the strings of a cellos lugubrious tune-
With an intimacy such as the sun bestowed upon the moon-
The same of which held her heart-
Floating in the absence of time

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jun 2017 · 356
The night sky frees me-
Balances me

Time to think-
Time to listen-
The sounds
they sing a song
The narration of innumerable stories
Like the time my eyes held onto the shadowed clouds-
Composed above me
As my body froze-
As my mind collapsed
As every part of me became lifeless
Play possum-
Perhaps this moment will relinquish me
Perhaps they won't depredate my foundation
Perhaps they won't assert those words
As if I've had a name change
Perhaps they won't divulge each flaw lining my body as my flesh became dinner anyway

Maybe if I close my eyes-
I will wake up
I must wake up
But maybe lacks solidarity
And with that-
maybe failed me

But I did not fail me
Because you cannot take was not given to you for the taking-

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jun 2017 · 285
She came wild-
Existing by the moon
She dared you to fathom what depths you could take
And with it-
She became art

The words that left her
lit up the evening from the fire that burned inside
Through sound and motion-
Ashes embodied the spaces in between

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
May 2017 · 252
With each motion

I walk the lines of dismay
stringing each step-
analyzing each thread as I pass-
frayed and yet intaked
as a person out of body-
whole and separated-
with one breath
Apr 2017 · 634
Letting go
From silence to symphonies-
the rehearsal begins today
Whatever the outcome-
let it be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Apr 2017 · 681
Incomplete yet done
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-

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
Jul 2015 · 867
Ante Meridiem
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-
But cold-
Brittle within-
Cradled by intent-
Through the dark ante meridiem

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jul 2015 · 625
Intentionally naive
Biting the words off from where they lay-
Upon my own lips.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jul 2015 · 488
It came like this
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
Feb 2015 · 1.6k
The self respecting
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
Dec 2014 · 613
Where has the feeling gone
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
Nov 2014 · 475
Mountains were never parted from their bases until now
The moon has never been full with whole hearted intensity until that precise moment when my eyes told my mind that sight is bliss and deserving is a word better spent in understanding

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
What a difference it is to have someone work to have you.
I could say that it is our generation but bitterness has always been grandfathered in and we've become so frightened of what is real that we are more content opening up to a lions den to be devoured. Perception or deception? I'm not so sure the lines are still in existence.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Nov 2014 · 410
Life is always hanging in the balance and I am always balancing the contemplation of what my own two hands can do with this life's hour glass.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Oct 2014 · 464
It never was that simple
Nothing has ever felt so unreal as the moment a goodbye kiss gave me a certain calmness
which told me all I ever needed to know

I look back on those moon lit nights, paying close attention to the stars-
their whispered lullabies-
Secrets tossed from the world-
and wonder if we will ever follow that moon back home

Yet I know that
One day those secrets will burst-
The Stars will collide and the ashes will cover our grounds
Wherever we may be

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Oct 2014 · 480
Against the current
When did I become a sea creature swimming against a current of blood-
produced from my very own marrow-
Cellular departure-  
generated by a gasping heart

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Just call me Heart-ness
Oct 2014 · 411
Life is limited
Words are infinite

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Oct 2014 · 550
Astral existence
Her scent was that of honey and morning dew
Wines nectar on the pallet of one-
Tasting memories of younger days
The full moon took her whole as the day rotated into the night
Her arms sprawled in a calming embrace
Like falling into clouds
She disappeared with the celestial madness-
An astral existence  

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Oct 2014 · 577
Killer instinct
Empowerment in the eye of the animal-
A craving in the beast which conquers the will of consciousness
Why would they tame you-
When you let your bones bare the intricacy-
Peeling the flesh from its webbing
They rather enjoy you-
Leave you cradling broken bones
A pleasure too high-
Breathless altitude

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Poison may reside in my veins
But I will be dead before I decay
With the vocabulary twisting my mouth piece
Reverberation of implanted definitions-
Define or be void
Their truth never had a foundation
But hearts pounding through fists impacting chests-
Blinding eyes-
gullible and tattered bow at the feet of  
A plummeting resistance  
Alive or dead-
Numb or otherwise-
Your life-
Given for impotence
No mercy where thought speaks
And casualties withdraw
Where freshly packed soil pierces perspective
Where bones become sedative
And the truly weak lay their heads
On the game of times ticking hand

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 339
Love is not blind. We are merely blind compensating with our senses.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 352
The mercy of my own hands
there is so much regret upon a chest
I can't begin to comprehend  how bones have yet to break
carrying the guilt like candy in the mouth-
It's sweet
Until the sugars decay pirates what health there is left to show-
Like a kiss
Taking the sea-
Maroon ripples under the eyes of a moon
Peering with the fixation of a new born child-
Burying what thrives in it's pit-
Taking it from this world

I'll pray-
But I won't mean a word I speak to the god that never lived
And it'll take my heart to the hells that the ignorant lips speak

I'll flare within the embers of killing hands

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
He waited for her in the evenings blinding black-
She scrambled inside of white sheets trying to find a path that'll define feeling

She was left with nothing but blood on her skin
And an edges impression on her heart  

In every sense of wrong

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 405
No turning back
All of the nooses in the world could not erase what's been had nor the stars lighting my eyes diminish the presents glare.  

And the pit of this cigarette couldn't give a ****.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 395
Tonight was different
I always fear the embers of my cigarette will light the world
I have always been quick to stomp them out
But tonight I sat and watched them burn

As if freedom would appear in flames-
Warming the tips of my toes

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 813
Vibrant and misleading
Your skin was so warm upon mine
I still bare the scars on my flesh from which the touch burned me

Never get too close to the sun

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 337
I tried to sell my soul
I drove out of town last night
To the edge of a dam
Flowing heavily as my mind
Standing barefoot-
I went to sell my soul but even the devil wouldn't take it's flight
I left in the morning dew
With nothing to show in the grips of my hands  
I gave my thoughts to the falls and hit pavement

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Sep 2014 · 284
When you come to the realization that there is not a single **** person that you know which you can turn to and express the depths of your emotions with the decisions become incredibly clear.
Sep 2014 · 476
Frail minds
Frail minds often misinterpret and it is often at the expense of those who see a picture bigger than imaginable;
Throwing judgment and lowering the heads of others with their misused words.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Aug 2014 · 573
The world has been senseless sense the dawn of man-
Biblical immorality
Defining lives under false pretenses
Chastising the insecurity of the minds it created

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Aug 2014 · 519
Time and time again
Outside of the Serengeti lies a hunter called the lover.
Aug 2014 · 295
I should go to bed but going to bed means waking to another day. At least in the dark, underneath the stars with a cigarette in hand, I can hide the pain from my mother and pretend as if her cancer doesn't exist.
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
She became a vulture
She made her home in a hundred different people-
Inside the desert of her heart
A brawl of sorts
It didn't much matter the type
Just as long as they were living
Perhaps to capture even the tiniest of thread-
Of what it felt like to encompass the sensation
Of the lines that our nerves dance along in the presence of a warm touch

As the heightened flight began to ******* in gravity
She was left in hunger-
A vulture
Devouring the living
Only to continue walking beside them

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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