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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Morning shadows hang empty silence outside my window
Witnessing to mistakes beyond the curtain
While sleepless nights drudge deeper holes in my heart
Your eyes gaze in my direction searching for an answer
Our empty love seeps through the cracks of my searching heart
As I'm waist deep in fear caused by my own selfish mistakes
Blindly letting go to grasp the empty air, I find myself drowning in another love
Boldly suffocating my heart to release secret desires within myself
As we interlock the beautiful connection within our souls
The unblemished sky puts me to rest in the arms of peace
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2007
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Furiously giving into a man
is the worse thing that a woman can do
when she knows she's right. He will think he can
get away with anything. Telling you
he's the boss and makes the rules from now on.
Last time I checked women had their own mind
thoughts and opinions. They don’t need, "I'm gone,
because your not my sweet old mama" kind
of speech. They need you to admit your wrong,
and tell them no matter how hard you try
that you will never be right. Sing a song
if you have to, just don’t make your girl cry.
Just remember that when you think your right,
your not. The woman always wins the fight.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Photocopies of identical days
And absent places
Never produces desire or love
Just hot car drives
With you
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Hidden under the old oak tree
it beams in darkness.
The sharp edges digging and pawing
gnawing to reach the surface.
With the echo of a chalkboard in my ear
I feel its heartbeat searing mine.
Shameful but not remorseful I’m silent
as I let her still call out it’s name.
Scars still are brightly lit on my arms
from those remorseless claws tearing at me.
I hated its eyes and purr and hiss
as it glared intently at me
Her sadness makes me hate it more
so much so I cant stop remembering.
The last moment in a handmade wood box
it screeching and clawing for air,
I say goodbye to that goddamn cat
I buried alive under the old oak tree.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Expressing truth is a gift, but is
often shadowed by corruption
We see the world through filtered screens
that impair our judgement
Of how she smiles, and how he laughs
Withered children grow from sickness
as their hearts slowly stop
Yet time erodes away in front of us
secluding perception in a box
closing off beauty, and eternal spirit
Seeping through the cracks of life
is haunting death that frightens us
Somehow in our tiny understanding of life
we miss the real truth worth living
and deteriorate with the lost souls around us
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
As time drug on, as it always does at stop lights,
a longhaired rustic man banged on my window.
I thought he looked homeless with his long scruffy beard,
but he really drove the bus parked right next to me.
Hesitantly cracking a sliver in the window
just to make his voice audible, I heard him say,
“Hey Lady, a huge snake just crawled in the front of your truck.”
I sneered and told him he was crazy.
As I sat there pondering over the logic to a snake
crawling into a vehicle in the middle of the city,
I gained more confidence that I had nothing to fear.
Of course I called Animal Control just to be safe.
I sat in the parking lot as my vehicle was inspected,
expecting to prove the bum wrong. I found out real quickly
that mangled and wrapped tightly around the engine
was a five-foot pregnant black snake.
Two days later I saw the driver of that bus
parked near the front of my school.
As I smiled and waved with thanks
he just shook his head in disgust and looked away.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Tingling lights clutch my aching heart
Emerging my frail nerves beyond a virgins silence
Quietly a familiar embrace breathes calm rain
Interfering with my lonely tattered pleasure
Pocket size holes float softly through my dreams
Basting scarlet rose petals near my cheek
And beautiful wonders sprint through endless time
Of an unchanged memory flashing deeper into my intimate desires
Falling deeper I entangle myself in passion
Residing my changing heart on garden lilies
As I rest swaying hopscotch moments in a bucket
Urging to escape through the eloquent fingers of truth
I’m momentarily blinded, transforming my secrets, my desires, into fading reality
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2007
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Yellow and red silky leaves spiral around
A staircase of branches
Bearing winters soft quintessence
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
When the hills blaze and ashes fall
mocking the snow.
When the city gaspes at the ruby beast
lashing and licking at its homes and towers.
When the soot-filled mucus
ingulfs my mouth.
When I can still feel the heat
just like a fever.
When the intense murderous thunder
collapses a home.
When the infesting natural element of the earth
bleeds a family red.
I curse the flames.
When my sweat streaked and soot smeared arms
carries a wide eyed child.
When a wife weeps at the bedside
thanking God for her husbands life.
When a blasting siren signifies
Rescue rather than need.
When the crackle of flames
is put to rest.
I no longer curse the flames, I thank God for the blessing.
Copyright © Tiffany Cordova | Year Posted 2006
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Tiffany Cordova Poem
Women contaminating unborn children
With killer lungs
Slowly became our unwanted deceptive profit
And yet will clearly continue
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