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1.9k · Mar 2011
Deadly Seduction
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
I believe your love may be fatal,
though if it is, I'll take as many lethal injections as possible,
through every kiss with a passionate twist.
I could fall from just your words,
or I could wither from that look in your eyes.
The word beautiful is redefined,
deadly seduction, I am so willingly confined.
There could be no better way to the end,
Than the grasp your hand has on my heart,
It wont be long before the venom reaches me,
and love will take my breaths.
Alas, I will breath only this fatality.
1.3k · Feb 2011
Jigsaw
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
I feel this ache, trying desperately to decay my hope, My happiness.
Uncertainty sparkles up at me from my finger.
Is your face supposed to be here
I know that mine does not cross your thoughts.
the winter likes to hold me close.
I get lost, I forget myself, for I second I'm just another no one.
But you're still a lovely someone.
Bouncing off of my sparkling uncertainty.
You could never fit into this awkward puzzle.
The pieces never seem to fit together.
Maybe they never will.
Tears are just another close friend.
But smiles are closer, along with laughter.
I'll just continue to sleep, to live in my colorful dreams.
When I see your face, I'll just remember,
puzzle pieces don't fit together.
If they did, what fun would life be?
I'll keep the jigsaws exclusive to my dreams.
1.1k · Feb 2011
Young Life Crisis.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
A smile concealing a wound,
Bitten by an abstract hope's inevitable truth.
Chest full of a heart so good,
Mind waves, like tsunamis; a battle against a bleeding vessel.
And lifeless is a living soul, when trapped inside such belittling hell.
And I am no escape artist.
882 · Jun 2011
The Death of Butterflies
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.
868 · Mar 2011
Mortal Distraction
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...
855 · Feb 2011
Hello, Eclipse.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Your eyes look towards mine,
but you're seeing past me.
My heart was yours when there were no clouds.
The sun shining down,
Why didn't I see through the rays?
Instead I only saw your face.
This darkness takes its shape.
Why does it look so much like you?
You belong to the night, and all of it's evil.
Taking over my days, and my brightness.
I can't see the sun, because your name is eclipse.
I am worthless to you; to the twilight.
Someday, I'll say adieu.
827 · Feb 2011
manifesting celestial
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
On a night of fate,
a celestial being manifested,
a set of golden optics,
Shared a moment with a set of blue.

Shaking metacarpus,
soft against an elated visage.
two minds, two bodies.
two souls, two mates.

Breaths of desperation,
words wrapped around a vascular piece,
Forcing them to stay,
not to say. No; never to say.

the stars are crossed,
a with held fate,
Forbidden to love,
a censored verse, a poet corraled.

Began a word of truth,
Hold it dear to our souls,
and letting go will never be,
on a night of fate.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
everything in my chest,
it's a million things not another mind could comprehend.
The illness was never physical.
I just became a captive to a common weakness.
Though I am never ashamed to scream it through words.
If only sharing emotion was more human.
But such a species is not strong, nor brave.
An open heart would not be acceptable.
Mine is always unlocked and set to enter.
and alas, if you were most daring enough,
to have a care for what lies in my chest,
You would be greeted by many a feeling.
For darkness tends to linger;
or at least until time fades memories.
And smiles can be saved in mental photographs.
Or maybe you'll come across a sword of anger,
stuck in the deepest stone of this beating *****.
twisted around me, is every emotion.
and when my heart takes the wheel,
It is fear that drives.
A soul that's once been broken takes longer to travel through the obstacles.
But it's mended.
once again it's taken.
I am loving deeper than ever.
The ache my head would feel if the end ever comes,
I push the thought from my mind.
My chest is ever so confusing.
Maybe it's best if you humans didn't enter.
For you're all so good at degrading.
or maybe you're just not smart enough to comprehend.
after all, I am not human, but something more.
758 · Feb 2011
Blue is Grey
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
I know that I can't define the word sanity..
It's never been a part of me,
not sure when I started to slip away,
I wish I could stay,
but the bleeding takes me, takes me away...
and the color in my eyes,
the blue is grey,
And the red in my cheeks,
long since slipped away...
I'm not sure what my mind has to say,
For the consequences my heart has to pay..
684 · Mar 2011
Life in retrograde.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
Pavement between my toes,
Tires dressed in grains of sand,
Which way is the quickest savior?
When insanity is the truth of a backwards land?
and which direction to blue colored grass?
and that sky so vibrant in greens,
Which way to a life that never began,
in a mind of upside down dreams?
Who is to say that I've lost it all?
When traveling in reverse?
If you calculate the way of life,
Your sum remains an inverse.
I followed a path, a bumpy brick road,
I stumbled upon some strife,
But what better way to get over it all,
than leading a retrograde life?
Entangled in my locks of blue,
These eyes of sparkling red,
and which way to sanity you say?
ha! I think I'd rather be dead!
678 · Jun 2011
Blue Skies
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.
653 · Jun 2011
We Are Our Own Anti-Christ
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!
639 · Mar 2011
The Music Player
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
Pulling me by my feelings.
I'm just the writer.
Not the music player.
He's somewhere hiding in my heart.
And when I'm sleeping;
He awakens;
weeping.
637 · Feb 2011
Dreams
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Curious mind, I see my path in the reflection of the metal.
Arms wrapped around cylinder wood, a tree; I am free.
Cinnamon spice laced with the wind.
Imprinting with my nose.
The direction I should go?
Traipsing through wavering fields.
I See into the eyes of every blade of grass.
Beckoning to me, speaking to me.
twigs as fingers wrapped in mine,
and it feels so meant to be.
This is nature, and I shall stay here.
633 · Feb 2011
An Artist's Mind.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Fish net eyes see stars of green.
Minds of insanity survive on indescribable words.
remembering sweetly under this mother tree,
every memory that once embraced me.
Familiar blades of never changing grass.
Enchanting scent of evenings adieu.
Night brings in it's shallow dreams.
you wish for some kind of sanity,
It's not going to happen.
An artists mind is always and forever crooked.
620 · Mar 2011
My Inhuman
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
I feel the fabric leave my skin,
and my mind is part of yours again.
Kissed upon my waiting lips,
bliss beneath my finger tips.

bittersweetly wrapped inside your soul
two hands together make one whole.
This urge is one too strong to fight,
The strings of our hearts, bound so tight.

Your eyes are magnets to my lashes,
a hidden feeling, so restlessly thrashes.
Wanting to stay in a moment so small,
We tried our best not to let ourselves fall.

You held me there for a second more,
and soon sleep took us through its door.
morning came to take me away,
I am harshly forbidden to stay...
620 · Feb 2011
Chambers and Pins.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
A breath of air should be more refreshing, less asphyxiating, a corridor tightening.
A chamber of secrets. Hopes, and truths untold.
My eyes would tell it best, if you could read the code.
It's all bubbling in my throat.
I'll keep these trembling lips closed.
Elusive to my dreams, exclusive to an untold tale,
It may be my sanity that holds my insanity close.
And i wont explode, if these pins keep my heart in tact.
588 · Mar 2011
Ink Insomnia
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
the wind outside escaped from the latest horror film.
The ring on my finger is making my feet cold.
Darkness from in the hall creeps into the room;
taking over the left over light.
The posters on the wall draw imaginary demons.
It's too black for shadows to exist at all.
Eye lids has never been my choice of movie.
I am afraid I will never see it.
Mischievious kitten attacks the night.
Though he fears the day an it's burning sun.
Raindrops drip a threatening lullaby
nearly pushing my refusing eyes closed.
Though something steals my tired mind,
and keeps me in this solemn wake.
Some slender fingers grasping a pen,
that quickly place on paper, INK.
588 · Feb 2011
Dear Universe.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Dear universe,
I wonder what you've got for me.
What words speak thy raging sea?
Setting soundly in my wake,
Listening to clouds as they break...
Water crystals caress the pane.
Open windows keep me sane.
Blades of grass befriend my shoe,
Embraced by sunlit skies of blue.
Branches, like arms, dancing wind.
Held by seasons, you never end.
Your voices tender in my ear,
I hear the message, spoken clear
582 · Feb 2011
Star Crossed
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Gas to my brain, your faces image,
an embrace I've been longing for,
eyes glued to my door,
where You will never walk through,
Im familiar with a dream of you.

Your hands caress my memories,
Your lips supress my deepest hope,
and with this distance, I must cope.
your voice paints my cheeks so red,
But this love is only in my head.

My ears are friends with forget.
You whisper your love from so far away,
because we know it's wrong to stay,
Waiting is our current game,
And on my tongue, is your beautiful name.
580 · Mar 2011
Mind Asylum
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
The last place I want to be stuck;
Here in my head.
It's my own asylum.
I'm insane, but who said pyscho isn't normal?
I guess I'll never know.
The only friends I've made here,
In my little ward.
Fear himself was first to shake my hand.
Then came emptiness, loneliness not far off.
The closest one, the deepest demon,
the one and only darkness.
The sun wont shine behind my eyes.
Hurt and pain;
they steal the light
But who needs warmth to breathe?
Breathing isn't living.
My lips don't know who smile is.
They're only friends with frown.
My heart broke up with trust.
and left me scared of breaking.
Love knows my deepest mind.
Standing side by side with passion
what might I do with them?
The night is always my enemy.
At times it makes it so hard to see.
My vision clouds with uncertainty
I don't know the way to freedom
Ill just be stuck here in my head.
573 · Feb 2011
There is no cure for this
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Towel falling to the floor, soaked in things we couldn't cure.
and the brightest room is dark around me,
I'm still stuck here, where you used to find me.
But my lining fades from silver to blue,
and these rain clouds never break on cue.
Love is broken in the middle,
Our hearts went naked into the puddle...
And into the deep, to quickly drown,
and to this dark, I am forever bound.
time can slow, but still it's changed,
And all remains, a towel stained...
557 · Mar 2011
My Sun
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
to modify the word I call you,
three letters is all it takes.
For when I wake to the skies above;
crepuscular and uninviting,
There you stand,
and from which light radiates,
A smile is the onset.
And the loveliest of greenest eyes,
the following factor.
When you choose to walk elsewhere,
My beating ***** dances to a slower cadence.
alas, when you are astray,
The greyest skies above me,
for my sun has gone away
552 · Mar 2011
Darkness Calls
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...
516 · Mar 2011
Distance Strikes.
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.
501 · Mar 2011
A drunk mind, a real mind.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
I could say how I feel, but since when is that easy.
I'm an open book, but not always easy to read.
Of course you can see my chest as it moves up and down with breaths.
That doesn't mean I'm alive.
It's a little darker in here than you think.
Light doesn't really exist here.
I can't see but I can find my way through any shadows.
It's easier to conquer what I'm used to,
than face the brightest lights.
I'm used to standing in a black room.
I take it in, I create the words that make me who I am.
Lights aren't me. I switch them off.
It's where I'm most comfortable.
My closest friends are my emptiness, My aches, My dreams.
This life is one big daily test.
I just have to take breaths to get by.
There's always music in my mind. I'm dancing to it to keep myself sane.
If you can even call this state I'm in, some kind of sanity...
But what good is stability?
An artist can't depend on joy.
For darkness is pure beauty, and happiness is boring.
498 · Mar 2011
It's Coming.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
here are letters, three only,
that spell the agony of this earth.
And here we have reached it,
much quicker than some had expected.
Clouds will take this fire like form,
as we continue to paint our lives under blood red skies.
Though we know they wont last for much longer.
The sun will so suddenly dissappear,
and rain is all we may know,
Rain from our skies, rain in our minds.
Three letters, just three letters.
Corrupted were our minds years ago,
and yet they are worse today.
We were so indecisive on which path to take,
we skipped the path amongst the land,
and swam below the sea,
and led ourselves to a worlds greatest misery.
We are to blame only ourselves.
Hell can and will be a place on earth.
When those three letters align.

E
N
D

I tell you, it's coming.
497 · Mar 2011
Prison Bars
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
Distance paints shadows into my aura,
and these hours are my prison bars.
With darkness invading every corner,
and my heart hanging from your star.
Your face is painted on my lids,
Your voice is the music in my head.
And though the sky lights up in blue,
My every moment colored red...
When the night sweeps in and carries me,
I meet with you inside my dreams,
but I wake up and reach out for you.
and nothing is ever as it seems.
a broken heart stands alone,
A bed for one, not for two,
And this empty air that I will breath,
Reminds me that I'm not there with you...
481 · Mar 2011
When voices stray.
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
In the willows, voices stray.
Dreams are when I hear them.
Speaking disasters in vibrant cadences.
Making time with tipping wine glasses.
Darkness, Depth, Where the flames from candles burn away.
Imagination is my castle upon a hill.
Though quickly walls can crumble down.
And I am left to walk with only stolen souls.
drowning slowly in their soul taker's last words;
Life is not kind to those with the brightest glow
480 · Feb 2011
Secrets.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
Its a busting ***** that you cant see. The heart doesn't feel literally what the mind creates. But in this chest is something true and it can never be expressed. Stay in hiding worthless thoughts. Only meant to be felt in lonesome.
I will always wear my poker eyes.
Clever disguise, fairly transparent.
It would be best to hide my words somewhere in the waves.
The ocean never speaks my secrets.
She keeps them dear, she keeps them clear.
If i run away to forget it all. Return when life chooses to end me.
For it all will never matter then.
You will never know.
Oh red ***** about to bust,
I will throw this out before you rust.
Mind, be done creating. Because i wont feel it anyway.
476 · Jun 2011
In my Skin
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.
438 · Feb 2011
Two.
Tiffany Bourlet Feb 2011
The waves were crashing; you were there.
Soaking feet, misted hair, a powerful dream.
No butterflies, they were switched out with eagles;
And we danced in the raging sea.
Grains of sand captured in the whirling wind.
Landing on our cheeks.
For a second or two I am almost weakened.
When your smile matches with the sun.
Our hearts will always beat as two,
But this beauty makes us one.
389 · Mar 2011
Labyrnth
Tiffany Bourlet Mar 2011
I'm hoping that this breeze can find a way to save me,
I know I can't find it in me to help myself.
If I go searching down inside of me,
which path would I take?
I need the keys to unlock myself.
Life stole them from me.
I can't pick the locks.
They're too complex.
I managed to turn myself into a tangled mess.
A labyrnth in my chest.
But despite everything I am filled with,
I'm still trapped in emptiness.
do you know this darkness?
Don't say you do, your lips are liars.

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