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

Not all madness has a method
And not all love has a rhyme
The drums don't always promise piece de resistance  

You are a dimension unfathomable
An Intergalactic adventure-
Alien emotions
That I can only know to end in one way

Forgive my bitter predjudist
But your actions ring out far too loud
And I can't find a haven from your sirens
Taunting
Evading
Refusing my life

(C) Tiffanie Doro

You were watercolor
A masterpiece soft and awe-inspired
Quite thrilling and beautiful as a mid November

I keep a ghost of you
Sealed inside of an old mason jar
At night I take you from your tucked away hiding spot
The best lullaby that I never got-
Was you in the late nights of December
When our breathes turned to frost

The night was a barrier between them and us
Until you became the toymaker and I your knickknack
But the final product couldn't live up to the blueprints
So you crumpled the papers
And threw out your knickknack so you could begin again from scratch

So I keep my manson jar-
A memory-
Perhaps a token of time
Before the canine complex I have come to know so very well

You're in the bathroom powdering your nose
While a man in a tuxedo waits for you at the bar
Though it's not the shine you are trying to disguise
Or the scars you gave up trying to hide
One more inhale and you'll be fine
Exaggerations
Exaggerations clouded your head
You have retained more than you can control
And all the facts are scattered on the bed
Lingering on your pale flesh
Flushed and fragile
You need delicate hands to touch you
But you find only sandpaper in the night
Coarse, rough skin
Pressed against you
With the tuxedo mans lips kissing your ear-
Whispering into your head
The lights inside your mind dim as you begin to disappear
Until tomorrow-
Life's only a distant falsity

(C) Tiffanie Doro

If I could
I would spend the seconds of each minute and each day daydreaming
Melting into the earth-
Evaporating
Into arms
Into time
I'd take my fingertips and run them over the sky
From one side back to the next
stringing each star along
Until one after the other they become perfectly aligned
Creating an exquisite display
A mural among the galaxies
It's showcase to the lucky-
The breathing, unbiased
Each person a spectacle
Setting fire to clouds-
to our cities
And to the lips of another's
Hands taking in the bodies design
Sparking the fluttering of eyes
It's the passion that keeps us remembering we are alive

We are the lucky ones-
The bitter hearts that once were have been set free

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Could you cascade into me?
Through the bass of my hearts notes?
Through the wilds of my mind?
Through the marrows of my soul and even to the depths of my toes?
Could you be sweet
with a tender touch-
Maybe even,
At times,
passionately lost and rough?
Perhaps-
But I say the questioning tone too doubtfully
Too predictably so-

I've know the intentions from the start

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Still raw from the drums
The purging of sound
You are an ulcered kleptomaniac
you can't fight such thrill-
The thrill of consuming
Theft
Thieving metaphorical hearts
Your words are howls
You're a dog burying it's bone without a care as to who it belongs
You steal and you destroy
And you leave the poor ashes as a final knife-
The fatal blow to their chests

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I thought I saw your face on the side of my milk carton
As the sun began to rise above the branches of the trees 
The ones that took hours of our days High above the ordinary 
Just beyond the oblong lights that chased the monsters from the streets
From our veins 
Singing and writing and melting 
melting into atmosphere
into stars circling satellites 
 
I thought I saw you on the street the other day
As feet pounded pavement 
And the clouds fought for freedom from the wind 
but magicians will play on the whims of emotions 
 
I thought
But oh, no
I forgot to think clearly
 
I thought a stranger could be a fond memory 
Of another stranger 
Stranger than our tangled anatomy’s on display
 
It was only disappointment covered in Hollywood and lace

Too tight
Your arms brazen
circling me
Leading me to your core

I am not the apple to adore nor can I allow the fluttering in my stomach to catastrophize my mind

Admiration has it's bouts
But those who admire grow bored
And the admired become ill and hollowed out with bitterness and shallow sound--
tink tink tinking of glasses filled with ice and the numbing of high proofed haste

Steady now!
The notion is fiercely romanticized  
Yet hardly fulfilled
Showing the minds eye just can't be sought out
For I will surely begin to disappear
And you will surely march towards the counterpart of the compass with the parts of me I so tenderly keep tucked abroad

Be careful!
Now with the tables turned
You are beginning to show your bitter cheeky side

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Her voice gave warmth within my ears
 
Arms strung across my waist
Fingers curled upon my back
 Holding tight to my world as the inner chaos spun between us
Linked with rhythmic beats
 
Does she know the passion she excites?
Or the fulfillment I have always longed to receive?
 
My mind turns off
Mute to thoughts
Her eyes show pity that she tries to hide
A grin shows a dim flush of color to her cheeks
So small but I feel a comfort that no other has conceived in me

Through her eyes and through her heart
I relinquish the past and condemn my doubts
With this I move with ease
control of form
 
The night takes us whole
until lids cave and cover the world in blackened relief.
 
(C) Tiffanie Doro

For such a blank mind,
Hers ran for days.
She couldn’t recall the day but she could recite the events of the past like the veins that ran through her hands.
Each blue vessel a story for the red that flowed,
And as the night came to a close she said to the world “the whiskey flows like the rivers rapids roar. My body is bare but my soul is weighted by the ticking of the time. My body’s scars tell the story of weakness and strength in a girl far from completion. There is a certain substance only I control.”
A calm came down from the sky and trickled down her face as each recollection poured from her skin.
The faces turned to pixels,
The regret turned to forgiveness,
And it all washed away in the depths of the atmospheres grin.  
Freedom came defined in a world that stood still.
Arms opened wide,
She ascended into the rising sun.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

You said
"I'm not hollow simply scarce and soundproof. Double jointed at the valves and cured of retched emotions."

But your sensory was superb
Your touch lingered in all of it's lacking purities
It mapped out the freckles lining my lips
A map you traced too often upon the bodies of far too many what's her faces hips

Yet you always came back to devour more

Understanding your underlying intentions became irrelevant and obscured
To count the conflicting answers
which were fed in heaps of sugar lined words
would drown me in irrationality and bitter conformity

And when your ghost is the only thing left to banter to as you smile upon the great unknowns
I'll smother the context of my emotions beneath the cages of my ribs
And walk towards the bare, unhinged moon with no remorse left to speak of
Leaving only salted words for you to inhale into your lungs

(C) Tiffanie Doro

They said "child, he is the enemy." On the day I came into this reality. 
 
I became a stranger among the unknown. 
 
The scripts they read told of fires which embers drew the blind and led the wild to fields where they could grow until blackened wings towered over our world. 
 
But when you met my face you withdrew your guns and blanketed my body from the shadows and freezing moon. 
 
You gave me the energy of a thousand men in the form of wisdom in my eyes. 
 
You carved the words into my skin with satin lips. 
 
Though I was frail and the world grey, 
 
Even with my disbelief I saw the color in you. 
 
My heart grew abundant,
 
Filled what was scarce,
 
Shaped the branches and vines that covered. 
 
All because of the love you shared
 
The words you spoke
 
And the strength you bore through the tattered minds of the truly lost and blind
 
Your pages do not compare to your frame
 
And my eyes have never seen such a sight that I buckled at my knees
 
I will take the words that remain and create a new name in place of the coward you have put to shame.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I fell in love with your mind and to this very moment,
to the second,
I'm still leaving foot prints around it,
searching each crevice,
each wrinkle of its abstract design.
Each corner another  immaculate surprise.
New discoveries knitted together with golden warmth,
pollenating hearts and filling my eyes.
I hope you let me keep your memory when it's said and done.
I hope we leave this place still as one.
Still sailing through the night...
Embarking on the wild and unknown.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

I could call you Molly
With the way you came into my presence
as an orchestra that played the melancholy lullaby of a cello and the sweet pings of a piano
with the velocity of sound waves filling up my head
But as the grains of sand fell and the seasons brushed along our skin
you became a drowned out child’s rhyme
A whisper in the eve

Truth is all perspective
As is friend and foe
But to say,
at best,
your words could be perceived as anything less than the hot air of an air balloon would be a stretch a contortionist would struggle to achieve.

(C) Tiffanie Doro

Consistency is thinning with the sun
Our minds crawl-
Yet  race on overdrive inside our homes and out in the damp streets.
Simple static,
A mental block of conscious
spread by word of mouth from one disaster to the ****** birth of another.
Another bag of bones,
Clanking over our shoulders-
With heavey arms to bare with
Another gust of wind full of ashes and crowds all dressed in black with their throats in knots.
The words inside our mouths burn as they leave
There is a kid with a guitar on the outskirts of it all.
Watching in as the faces drain from the bodies in the streets.

So he began to sing.
He sang about shades of grey
He sang about the spaces in between
And he sang about the heart that’s been thrown among one person’s beliefs to another’s lack of.
He strummed until the sky turned a shade of blue which resembled his mothers eyes on the night he learned what strength and will was.
As the wind hushed,
The crowd began a melancholy motion,
with their backs turned to all that was
Some with new sight and others in disbelieving disgust.
But one thing held constant-
though time had been tampered and irreversibly changed
They all hurt the same
Each mind had been scrambled like eggs

(C) Tiffanie Doro

In a room full of things unspoken
She felt like a satanist in a Catholic Church as her lipstick stained his vest.
But she was a saint at best
Never lived to taste this kind of distress
her heart like a murmur but she was slipping off her dress
And he,
With his claws in her chest
Loved what she kept from the rest
He viewed her as a masterpiece
The kind that raised each strand of hair on his arms
A mind thats never truly been discovered
Traveled by the fickle and the blind
He asked her is this corruption or free will?
She replied with a kiss of her stained lips and a whisper of words into his ear,
the context of which he has always feared.
His questionable behavior hid him from the embrace he couldn't bring himself to allow
Always running back to her
To the one he let in
The only one he holds value to
He knew one day she would hold the title he was so afraid to feel

(C) Tiffanie Doro

A novelist of aces
Behind the cover of abstract designs
It gets deeper than what is behind eyes
Enclosed is a map only the two of us could understand
Certain minds are condemned by the world
But the keys your fingers stretch to reach steal the breath from my airways
The grammar is skewed but it’s all the same
 
Boiling beneath your skin
What’s been refused to pass your lips
Weak tongues won’t form the letters written on our souls
You and I,
We’re just ignorant to the nonfiction cloaked between these lines
Like Beethoven’s last quartet,
Muss es sein? Es muss sein! Es muss sein!

(C) Tiffanie Doro