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

(C) Tiffanie Noel 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

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

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

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

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

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