by tiffani zii
how vicious / pretentiousclock ticking between bordersa war zonemy conscious mind—abilities to be at peace our cycles unlike oceans—they roar like lions on mountaintopsi feel my heartbeatonly time would telltick tickthe universe at workundercover officer of fateanswering the fight of debate how vicious the suede,heat still clinging to your arms—you held me like a performance,but the universe holds me with truth at 2:30 a.m. … Read More ticking borders
by tiffani zii
Permission to live on time-anyone can hurt us.Anyone can become a striking linein a poem,the reason behind a stroke on canvas- to push youto analyze yourself,to be your best, or stay in bed all day,dripping red stains on the sheetsfrom crystal. Just enough time,and you’ll have criticswondering what it all means.
by tiffani zii
My fantasies frustrate me causing hesitant body movementsYour body is a problem fluid Let me help you through itPosed position upright relaxed position just the right way to make way for head collisions hot sensual decisions my mind has envisioned
by tiffani zii
my mom and dad were caught in the storm. mom charged her phone in the car. sent a text. dad’s zone got flooded out. he called a few days later. the same day i began to really worry, or i guess just miss him more. weird thoughts intruded, about death. about happiness. about sadness. a bird pooped on my head. i saw that happen … Read More good luck
by tiffani zii
One foot in front of the other, like models in a high-paced fashion show. Two things on my mind: bills and a vintage lamp. What runs through their minds during the show? Fashion shows, with their meticulous attention to detail and seamless blending of past and present trends, often mirror the aesthetics we choose for our own spaces. Every piece is an essential part … Read More patina
by tiffani zii
I don’t know what’s good anymore. I write, and write. there’s a collection of past emotions pilled up between the pages in the notebooks that raid the cupboard, and I don’t know what I feel anymore. I write, and write. I don’t know if those feelings still reside and hold a place in the veins that run my body and beat the heart with … Read More metaphors
by tiffani zii
it rained againI sworeI sinnedbutterfly deadin above headlight fixture picturepaintings on the wallthe one you always callmissing
+ Creative story, Love, Song
by tiffani zii
I saw a man in a coat walking hand-in-handa dusty road led him to gocars kept passing and he had no ride yettalking to himself and the woman he dreamt of. they led on this dusty road for 70 hours and it pouredrained down on their soulsit pouredon their souls. and if he found that place that he was drowning to look formaybe she … Read More dusty road
by tiffani zii
cliff runnernever beena gunnerused to rest, smoking jointsnext to the gutterwhite flags in the shedin case the helicopters shadewe fadedone, one twostunning for the summeralways hot even in my shadenever shadybut a real parade. sun comes outand who care about ittake a dare, a wheel about ita drive around the mansion hood, we blunt rollinghigh about itwhat you think about itnice, lovelyparadisiacal citybeautiful.out of … Read More come up
by tiffani zii
the wine was blue like a river through the snowapples and eve wore glitter and goldmental pain jumped like a rabbit without glovespurrs urgent was the name they called itshooting arrows on a little woman’s juke boxmeanwhile, the pulse ran through us like through a snakes chestit was bright behind the bush at night and kept us lookingstill,we’re looking
by tiffani zii
hey babe I’ll be out –opening doors for myselfand finding new beautyto be grateful for
by tiffani zii
there was a faint knock on the bedroom door that crept up the wall, inside my ears, and into my dream.the knock raddled the door making noises and it felt so real,with the presence of you screaming at me in my dream. again, the knock hit rising louder and my head turned the pillowi suddenly woke up and opened my eyes, widelooking at the … Read More noises circa ’16
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