People continuously follow a religion of which has preconditioned regulations that disregard all science and also leave no allowance for the follower to use an open mind and discover the road that best suits them on their own. They preach to unknown past lives that claim to be the only ones who knew the answers and the way to maintain a successful journey is by their standards alone instead of teaching the follower to look into their own being.

You can't discover the truth by denying your right to knowledge. This I will never understand. This is why I choose spirituality over religion. I choose the buddhist philosophy to help light my way while I create my own steps through inner peace, science, the mind and knowledge gained.

I am finally waking up.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 dates are rolling over
Just as the pages in a novel-
A novel of my life
And I am folded into the spine
With you
And him
And her
And even the willow tree from my days as a child
Stuck inside a book
Kept far away from the world outside
The world which howls and leaves a ringing in my ears-
A taunting that makes me ache-
Fractures my fragile bones
And drives shivers that even my finger tips recall each time the moon cycles in the deep blues of night

I hide away
Secrets-
Fears kept in bundles-
Racing in figure eights in my never resting brain
As much as I inch my extremities out-
As much as I struggle for a forward motion
I am held
Here inside of the pages of a novel
Inside the creases of its spine
Where I lay my trembling mind

It is here you can find the things that I could never let pass my lips
When I have lost all of my breathe
And the trembling has finished digesting my mind

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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

Outside of the Serengeti lies a hunter called the lover.

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

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

The mountains know my pain
The trees shed their leaves-
Red and orange
Falling as blood

(C) Tiffanie Doro

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

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

It always seems to come back down to this edge

To this constricting questioning-
of living
It's ticking in her head-
The most magnificent orchestra she has ever felt in her chest
Slowly muffling the warmth as it continues to run wild-
Pushing out of her limbs
as her throat is falling-

Falling faster into slumber

Life is a vindictive game
And it’s been cheating us-
Before we ever took our first breathes

Love is not blind. We are merely blind compensating with our senses.

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro

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

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.