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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
I am not unique
I am just simply apart of those who refuse to hide blindly behind acceptance

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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
One of a few poems I wrote when I had lost a friend to suicide 11months ago.
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
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
like every great collaboration
We clash in all the right ways
While still seemingly caressing the parts of our minds of which depths are exhausting for any other to reach

A force
Abided by the simplicity in the complex-
We shatter realms-
Surpass boundaries-
Outstretch galaxies  

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
The only light I need in this universe
is a warm heart cuddled up next to mine
Awaiting to discover the mysteries along side all the doubt that fills my head

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
If only...
I am stronger than those nights
Stronger than that five year old girl-
That fifteen year old girl  
Stronger than a year ago
Than a month or even a week ago
Stronger than yesterday
This, I know, is factual
But that doesn't mean there will not be moments where memories run wild-
Rampant through my bones
Memories which cause my skeletal system to tremble
Memories where the images of which become almost unbearable

But I know,
They say some of the strongest people are the ones who suffer the most
Whatever that suffering may be
Blood still runs through their veins-
Still breathe in the same air as you and I
And they too will overcome

I will overcome
Time after time
Because I am a force on my own-
I am strong enough

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Not my best but I didn't intend it to be. It was definitely necessary in order for me to let go of some weighted doubt I've been carrying around on my shoulders. Maybe it will give someone else the perspective do the same.
We have turned the phrase
There are plenty of fish in the sea
Into a catch and release game
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
You can burn the leaves down to ashes
Snap the branches and chop apart the wood
But until the root is extracted
It will all come back to flourish in due time

(C) Tiffanie Doro
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
Don't ask to be saved. You can only save you. Instead, ask for support. Ask for someone who will stand by you and stand up, not just for you, but with you. Someone who knows how great and rare you are and, on the other hand, someone who sees your faults and rather help you improve them than just ignore them even when the truth isn't always pleasant. Someone who, regardless of those faults, will continue to love you all the same. Someone who you clash with in all the right ways and through the frustrations, still holds your bond close to their heart because at the end of the day, you'll going to struggle at times in life and love but giving up on your hearts desires in both of those categories should never be the answer. Eat your cake and have it too because you are worth it. Balance and a sense of being whole on ones own are major traits to be embraced.
Not a poetry post as always. Decided to share some recent thoughts due to current situations.
Alright, alright, alright-
She's muttering
Playing on repeat
Searching for a hopeless fight-
Questioning her life
Each syllable slower than the last-
As she melts

At last

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
When a storm nears its end
And the rain begins to trickle away
The birds emerge from where they took shelter-
Eager to collide into the wind
And when they do
The young appear flourished
And the old appear young
They seem renewed-
Almost as if they carried a piece of the sun upon their backs

(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
A poem I wrote in the reflection of someone who lost a significant other to cancer.
I admire the company of people who enjoy the rain-
A wonderful down pour
Because it tells me that
What most people see as gloom
They however
Can still find the beauty in it

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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
Soaked by the rain
Love on bare wires-
There isn't much left to retain
Shock became a thief
A hooded minor
Adoring everything
Leaving nothing in its wake
Other than the subtleties of famine
Filling the color of your eyes  
Blue famine
And lines of pearls

(C) Tiffanie Doro
Piano keys vibrate in his chest
But the lines are so fine and fragile
The notes are falling off the page
Cut out by the cellos maze
Tender differences
Beautiful and strange
He felt almost honored by the elusion music had  given birth to
Synthetic love
From batting lashes
Disguised by devine-
rhythm and rhyme
To simply taste the sweets reservation had denied him

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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
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
Refusing my life

(C) Tiffanie Doro
Debri lingered on the dark mahogany desk that your hands once meticulously cleaned

As I stared I couldn't help but think of the countless times when those hands also grazed mine
Through passion or even anger
The sweetness of your movement is my treasure
Stored in the most precious place
A place you swept delicately away-
Stealing the humming of its flutter
The flutter you took with you on that cold evening in December
Though I cannot say I will see you again one day
I will still talk to a wall with a picture hung upon it-
Perfectly straight
Only to humor my own indulgence

If I could distort the science
For even only a sentence to share
I would
Instead my voice will continue to rattle the leaves of the trees above me
With an endless touch
Left to be savored on my skin
And in my heart

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
If your words are hollow; don't speak them.
If your will is solemn; correct your thoughts.
If the world is vacant of color; seek truth and wisdom.

The world around you changes when you dive into the depths of yourself. It's only then that you realize what you believe has been lacking was simply suppressed by your own thoughts the entire time. You must use your observations and wisdom when outside forces create barriers in your life.

Look inside and the world will become a brand new, wondrous place.  

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Condition your mind to stay open and become higher than the skyscrapers that cage our society.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
My mind never sleeps. Thought of the day while driving to a very early
The reality is that reality doesn't exist. Reality is a formulation of preconditioned programming which exists only to create barriers between the ones viewed as sane and the ones viewed as insane.

Either way the coin falls, you'll be viewed as strange for having the courage to even toss it at all.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
He fell to his knees screaming out her name
He pierced the heavens above with the aching screech of his voice
"Contessa please, hear my plea!"
He was a man in desperation-
His heart had been taken off of his very own sleeves to the skies
Out of his reach-
Passed the shimmer of the milky way
Out of his ability to hold her head to his chest once more
What has she done
She's left a rich man poor
She left before her hour glass passed it's last grain of sand
Splitting the future in two
His dismay tattered his whole
She took her life-
And the beauty from his eyes
And with this act she ruined countless more

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Erase the definition of quit from your mind
Replace it with will and perseverance  
This is your journey
Don't let others define it

(C) Tiffanie Noel Dori
As the lights from the stage seared my eyes
The curtain fell on my heart
If you could hear the music in my head
You'd know the timing was never quite as right
Because where love is blind
You will find
It is deaf as well
And fairly inept

Though with certainty-
All it needs to be
Is buried inside

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Disheartening news-
Shattering what implications of light had found its way to my center-
The foolish believes I gained in regards to the merging of lives
I see your incomprehensible pain
I feel the horror in your eyes
I will do all I can-
For you
For them
To reassemble the ashes of your hope that has been carried away in the wind

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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
Words with depth-
with passion
can go so much further than any touch could ever reach

Nothing touches you quite like that
no, nothing can leave you as raw

So please don't speak a single word

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
It was warmer inside of the cocoon
Until the day the door cracked open
Letting in the cold
Nothing left to ravage
Nowhere but out

(C) Tiffanie Doro
To me
when used wisely and with great conviction
Are the epitome of passion and life
They will never cease to flow through my veins
Words will stay with me to help ease the trouble in my mind-
The stinging ache-
Purging them onto paper when the rest of the silhouettes have proven to be misleading and entirely imprudent

To me
They will always be
The essential ingredient to my life

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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
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
I would like to hope that I leave some sort of meaningful mantra in my wake. However,
my life has been entirely in vein and my feet can no longer comprehend coordination nor can my mind follow the blueprints to the walls it has created.

I can only hope to float away as soundly as my strength did-
as quietly as each yearly candle was put to rest
with suet and smoke left to indicate what once burned

I'll leave the infliction for my father-
a bitter mess left to its rightful origins

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Your end
Your fate
Is breathing-
With or without your own hands

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Silence is never truly silent
It is filled with complexities that only the dreamer can hear
The one with the story book mind
The one making murals out of the quirks in the walls-
Making observations of the tiniest of details
Observing the world,
It's inhabitants,
It's untouched laws

It fills the neurons with life
Actual life-
Pulling apart every fine line

The dreamer is not a dreamer at all
The dreamer is called just that by the outside that looks in-
Unable to breathe in the revelations of reality-
Life that the ravenous are too blurred to see

Hush, you'll hear it too
Let yourself be silent
Pay attention and you'll see
let the observations of your mind free to touch your conscious
So you can live in the unfabricated realms of which we too often deny

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
I believe that one of the most important pieces of advice I can give to children is to find your passion. Find it and send it soaring to the highest points of your mind. It does not matter the passion and it does not matter how liked by others it is. Art, writing, sports, music, science, whatever. If it makes you feel alive every time you indulge in it then never let it go. It will be your hand in hard times and good times alike. Never spend your life moving so fast that you have no passionate memories to speak of. Live! And do it with the upmost optimism and enjoyment. Live so you leave this world with peace of mind and fulfillment.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Secrets weigh heavy as burdens on the heart -
stone bags wound tightly with string-
Swaying into a crippling pit
But the risk of a personal heart is better dealt than the loss of the others held
Sobriety tasted vacant-
What felt free was laced with potent, bitter tendencies  
Decisions narrowed and lines embarked-
Deploying Tangible intercept
Danger has a way with sweetness to the ears
Taking the mind away from the world-
The well being of the doubtful with a sip-




Back to the downfall

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
I want to follow you-
So I can be free as well
Permanent wanderlust

(C) Tiffanie Doro
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
You will eventually face the fact that
The walls you have built are keeping no one out
They are only keeping you in

(C) Tiffanie Doro
Learn to swim or else you'll be swallowed by the ocean.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
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