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Tiffany Bourlet Jun 2011
Memory swirling me,
cold golden opticals,
forcing a dagger.
Dissappearing heart syndrome.
Taking over all that's left.
Mingling in a corner of empty,
Holding the hand of uncertainty,
Butterflies die and fall into my stomach,
Normal and i were never friends.
And im still swimming through a memory,
Cold bumps on my skin...
Wearing thin.
Tiffany Bourlet Jun 2011
Cover me in this blanket of blue,
and I will take the hand of this spring time breeze.
Enlighten me with words from the sun,
and the clouds embrace shall keep me warm.
Shadow my fears with the shade from the trees.
Drowned out my pains with  the sweet flower's scent.
Fill me with love from the grand mountain's song...
Keep me safe in my dreams with the watch of the moon.
Keep me sane with the perrenial rains.
Keep me here forever, in nature's gorgeous bind.
Tiffany Bourlet Jun 2011
Behind my lids, Im painting trees,
Behind my ribs, I'm breathing life;

and through these eyes, I am seeing dreams,
capturing things, celestial extremes.

In this skull, A masterpiece,
In this skin, My favorite place.

in this world's embrace, I am free.
sun and rain, inside of me.
Tiffany Bourlet Jun 2011
What have we left of this human race?
Cynical, morbid, and mean; our time is wearing thin.
Most walking around with their lids down,
Drowning everything important out.
And we are all covered in unforgivable sin.
Can't you see that we are losing this race against our mother earth?
We should be taking her hand and walking side by side;
Celebrating in the sunshine.
But clouds are all we see;
Rain washing any hope away.
Over populating and swimming in a sea of pollution.
Taking orders from another lying soul,
Deceiving and powerful.
And these same souls dancing in the streets,
In celebration of death, ******* life from our country.
They claim to love a higher being,
But how long will this being love us back?
We have trampled all of our true intentions,
And taken advantage of all the beauty we were given.
There is nothing more cruel than a homosapien.
Can't you see the end is near?
You must wake up!
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
There is no metaphor for a gleaming mortal,
My life time carved into his skin,
Such a miniscule number of existing words,
None to describe such an impeccable sin.

His fingers lace into my dismantled soul,
as we eavesdrop on the tears of the sky,
persuading stars to straighten their paths,
and to the usual, we may bid a goodbye.

sweating with fever from the same little germ,
we are wrapped inside of a forbidden heat,
truth plotting against our inevitable rise,
Such a brilliant love leaves us feeling elite.

Mortal scent mixing in with eyes, hair, and lips,
Passion will never justify this chemical reaction,
There is no hyperbole to express his incredible lure,
And from this world, he is my sweet mortal distraction...
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
To the left I trace a silhouette,
Your heart once beat to keep the rythym.
And this song plays so far from in tune,
As distance strikes me across my heart.
A window to an unruly world,
And my memories as smooth as your skin,
My lungs fill with oxygen,
Though I tremble as Heavens poison me,
Hot and sweet, traveling down my throat,
and 'Miss you' Is all I wrote,
A kiss waiting on my reddened lips,
Our forever dressed in pure disguise,
Only sleep can sane me.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
You don't know the darkness the way that I do;

He calls my name, and I succumb.
Though he always leaves me shattered and numb.

His shadows beckon with their translucent fingers;

and theY blind me with their sorrowful lies,
And steal away my voice, to weaken my cries.

I have watched them pick the stars from the night;

he so carelessly pins them to his ***** wall,
He watches and waits for me to shatter and fall.

I can hear him as he so violently chuckles;

As he reaches out for his sharpest tool,
steals my heart, watching the blood as it pools.

His strength is something I will never defeat;

I try to stand up, I'm feeling so weak
He reaches out and touches my cheek.

And his jaws jabber something, of what I'm not sure.

My vision goes black, My eye lids like lead.
I try to get up, but All I see is red...
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