Tapering off of life
On the whim of a nerve
What I see
What I feel
What I may or may not know
What may or may not be true
Embezzled me
Took me for a ride
Turbulent conjunction of the mind

And now
What I see
What I feel
What I never knew
Has taken my life

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

I would rather watch the sunset than the sunrise
You are so contrite in your words
So remorseful for the punishment inflicted
For I am not at fault for the pasts indecencies  or the nasty bearing of actions on your heart

But you-
You are to fault for the weight left cracking my bones-
The same damnations that haunt your decisions
Are left haunting in a shell of me

High hope-
Drowned by those I've never even known

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

Just where have those bullet proof arms gone?
The ones that held the back of my head as it rested on your chest and wrapped around my back
with my body partially spread across yours
The arms my memory will always chase through the imprints of your vibrant precence
Never neglecting to reflect on the smile-
The eyes that were filled with such strength
Bravery I could never explain  

A diligently beating heart
against an army of thieves
Gone in a winter’s night-
With the stars we dare to adore

too soon for words
too late for thought
Reflections of the good fill us now and forever will

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

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

You are my gravity in these weightless times
The lightest touch of breath
Expelled from your lungs
Turns my heart into a quivering mess
Without you I would surely float away with the wind
Becoming as scattered as the burning maples leaves

What a ghastly ordeal of tangles
This love affair of mine

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Two sets of lips
parted by the tips of tongues
Two sets of lungs with rapid breathes
Two hearts
Seething in fine lines
Two hands
relating beats

                                                               ­                                                                 ­                        Two hands
                                                           ­                                                                 ­     Around two separate necks
                                                                ­                                                                 ­                       Confining life-
                                                           ­                                                                 ­   Mixing pleasure with distaste
                                                                ­                                                                 ­    Streams of constellations-
                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                  Moments, words
                                                           ­                                                                 ­               Past tense conclusions
                                                     ­                                                    Jaundiced minds led us to gypsy stairwells  
                                                    ­                                                                 ­            From everything to nothing

(C) Tiffanie Doro

The melodic tones your frame portrays-
Merciful faint heart
Resonates shivering tidal waves-
With every eager brush of your skin
Crashing into her sorrows
Cascading them into the sea
To the depth of the deepest trench
Where hidden treasures still remain
Idling on a purpose and protracted haze
Prurient beauty  


The trace particles you left on my sleeves
along side my hearts strings
leaves me tasting a memory

(C) Tiffanie Doro

The winter sky has always brought me an irreplaceable sense of tangible wonder
Only this time,
it was the stringing of melted words that I had been left to ponder
Even as the night grew longer and I simultaneously ticked away with the earth,
the steady beauty portrayed by the daggers which orbited above me-
In the silence and chill
Awed my fear into extinction  

(C) Tiffanie Doro

A soft complex-
A beautiful face
Catches the eyes
But a beautiful mind captivates-
substance to adore
Millions of beautiful people are among us
Attraction is only a fraction of the equation
It's the inner workings that no other can bring which holds us

(C) Tiffanie Doro

There is a certain beauty to watching the leaves fall
And the trees bare branches
How they appear tangled together
With the comforting embrace of opportunity to hold
Life's cycle before my eyes
And the human experience-
Of resistance
Of refusal to acknowledge-
Ignorance
Sooner than later
Far too soon
I will no longer be grated the feeling of the bitter cold
So even it
I relish in


(C) Tiffanie Doro

The correlations between our journeys-
The interagency
Our folie à deux

I will take the expressions from off of your tongue
Flick a story to commemorate the day we sat upon the sun-
And the ending of such

Naked and restless
Burning our words-
Our translucent context of hearts
With nails dug in so to insure nothing would go unveiled
No passion left behind
No flame left untouched

I felt my spine
slowly crack and shatter
each piece falling from its place-
intricate blue print  
to what ashes lay

Joining where my heart rests-
at my feet

Pinching a principle
with disease ridden veins
but beneath the exterior there is a human
beside the absent minded-
she believes she is still living
somewhere

somewhere inside the tangles
Of what her exterior mind veils

such intent
Savor it
Savor what has been unseen-
Every cloak-and-dagger

Hide behind the undertow so your spying eyes go unearthed  
Laying low close to those who will never know-
Never sense
The taste
of marrow-
of raw ignition inside bones
Or the adrenaline that's expanding your pupils-
Black, hardy vacancies and adaption to space

A neck to grasp
Lips to bite into
Warmth to be felt internally
Far more than physical

Closer to irrational spirituality

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Figments of my imagination seem to be the only things I live for at this point. What I once thought, what I once felt and held onto with warm hands, was never what I presumed. Life is simply sand grasped in my hands. No matter how tightly I squeeze my fingers together, no matter how firmly I wrap my palm around, the particles slowly fall and escape me.

I need the light of day to fill me to the brim
To emerge the life out of me again
Before the imagination teases me to death

Peculiar faces-
Skeptical goodbyes
And the melting of a night-
calmly waiting in the back drop of your mind
The teeter totter was always an amusing ride
Sincerity and insincerity alike
It slowly becomes an equal battle between endearment and fright-
Forgiving and holding
With what steel skin you’ve painted on their bare stares
Abstract means of clothing removal
Count it-
One, two, three, four, thirty eight times
Awkwardly imperfect as perfect is
In a sense-
Each body became an atlas
But where is your compass?
Misplaced it just as you have the rest

Went north when you meant to go west
And now you’re stuck somewhere in the south
Indulging in subsequential nonsense


(c) Tiffanie Doro

My heart won’t bow
Won't lower
No, it won’t fret over your fickle heart
Standing ground for the sake of what rhythms still remain
What pulse moves through
The time line in my mind screams of such immense wonder that
my heart has trouble keeping it all retained
Reaching out
I’m reaching out but my voice just won’t resonate through you,
No sound
No tone left to speak with
The conversations have trailed off our dusted path
Left behind somewhere along the way-
stuck in the cracks of the world we traced with our hands
and the breathes which oscillated between us
The wonder that continues to roam-
will slowly burn out with the midnight breeze
As the days turn over each other
I’ll ride this time line and hope for what resolution comes my way,
Drifting through with the hope to obtain that familiar form
The familiar embrace

If I had to compare you
You would be a Sunday morning hangover
I'm afraid I can't put it lightly
the headaches you create could
with no doubt
**** a great white
You can take offense
Yet I must inform you that you are more offensive than ****** and Genghis Khan combined
Contrary to your exterior,
your mind is only that of a million others which I avoid
If only books always matched their covers this struggle wouldn't take me to such heights-
Or perhaps lows, I should say
So pardon me, my dear
The memories of my youth would be much fonder spent sitting next another individual-
One with the ability of truth and compassion
Or atleast the courtesy of decency
But your moral is blatantly,
Unsurpassably,
Incomprehensibly
too skewed


(C) Tiffanie Doro

A barrel of a gun is symmetrically aligned to the flesh of a temple
And it's the beauty of the world
The hate you cannot feel
The love you won't reveal  
The herbal excuses scenting your hair
The walls of your brain-
Lined in color pallets-
Lushes thoughts

Splattered over their prestigious walls
Our apologies to the maid
For the unfortunate mess we have made

(C) Tiffanie Doro

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