Pandora's Box, Unleashed, Lucia Roberts [the gingerbread man read aloud TXT] 📗
- Author: Lucia Roberts
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Invisible Butler dressed in black.
Silent he stands
Firm and silent in the back.
Every need and every whim
On call he is;
it's only him.
Always shows
on time and in fashion
Everything he knows.
Keeps his feelings all inside.
Saves his money;
waits and his time does bide.
Life goes byand he gets older.
He gets slower and they yell "Why?"
Then one day he doesn't show.
Finds him 'sleeping' in his attic
and didn't know
When the police came
what he owned or who knew
or if he ever had a dame.
Such a pity
such a shame
that this world's good souls
can have no name.
Dear Misguided MaidenMy temperature raises five degrees.
This wrath, it burns, inside of me.
I'm listening, however,
I wish silence would caress your lips.
If this all goes wrong on your account,
let it be your signature by hand your own
that scrawls across my condolence check.
Dear Misguided Maiden,
Don't forget,
that you and I
have never truely met.
Would I Really?
Take the good times and the bad.
Wonder ‘bout the ones we never had.
Maybe I could go back in time
to save your heart and in turn mine.
But if I could go back to the start
would I really have the heart
to go back where it all began
to lose the sunburn and in turn the tan?
I wonder if the marks I bear
were worth the pain
‘cause with the bad
good was always gained.
If I were to change the past
would it still have gone so fast?
Who would I have loved or lost?
What would our silence have us cost?
Where would I be sitting right this minute
and your heart, who would be in it?
I wonder if it’s worth the fear
to have lost you but you still be near;
Wondering if I’ll get you back
or if scared I’ll run and pack.
Would I really go back to myself and say
to quickly turn and run away;
and would it be worth each day I cry
to have said hello before goodbye?
Terrible TruthsBeautiful Sleeper
Don’t you cry;
Only forever
Will you lie.
Gorgeous princes
Don’t ever show.
Unless you’re lucky
Or have skin like snow.
Swim freely though
And let your hair down.
Keep a straight face though
‘Cause smiles only can turn down.
Dream dances with your monsters,
And steal carpets that fly.
Who’s to stop you?
All but I.
Borrowed TimeAwaiting a moment to call your own
in this place you call a home.
This roof you know you don't belong under
as the disaproval resounds like thunder.
Planning an escape
just to run to any place
after the ninth day of nine;
to a place you can call "mine."
You plee for the days that will be yours
not defined and constrained by
they who own you;
we keep waiting.
Sitting and shaking in hopefull agony
in the limbo of borrowed time.
Distinctive DescriptionTalk about not hearing.
Revenge; a taste so sweet.
A humming so loud,
that it blocks out all true sanity.
Just you wait and see.
Blood that pains the cuts my lips bear
begins to change to splenda
as pain worse to pardon
comes to life inside me.
It writhes in.
Struggles to find space between
the beating thingsof which keep me alive.
It finds no pity within me
as my body wants it out;
though it and my soul wishes only to yeild;
to keep it in.
This wrath is contagious.
It swarms into my blood as a plague.
My body sickens of itself
and starts a war between
the beings of one house for my soul.
Fights for standing
Fights for space
Fights to overtake my face
To show the pain I've always seen
Show the things that've never been.
Acid eats my walls within.
Slowly, surely crawls within;
destroys my only fortress.
It crys for me to cry distress;
feeds on me as I cry in vain
to turn the circle back again.
I only wish to gather strength;
a wish Im sure will bear short length.
Winter: The Love LostFrosted over,frozen.
Like a rose in winter.
Once alive and reaching for the sun,
now cowering in darkness;
Like a rose in winter.
Dancing with the winds of summer,
basking in it's sweetness,
now shivering and breathing ice;
Like a rose in winter.
Throwing all else away but the ability to breathe,
to depend on the Sun.
Now lost and caught again in fear.
Love lost;
Like a rose in winter.
Love - The Forbidden FruitA contemptuous misconception
of what could maybe, possibly,
one day a solution be.
A harmful longing,
a seed.
One that bears heartache and destruction
as a vine engulfed with thorns.
A terror to the garden within which it resides.
A scorning of what everyone says now to do.
A decisive rebellion against the world.
This is what love is.
For one changes his ways to please another.
Risks one's life for another,
and decides to resist temptation
for a world of limited time,
a world with the one thing
that you decide to let close enough
so that your world can be built or destroyed,
but either way,
it's apparently a world worth fighting for;
a fruit so enticing,
that you risk death
at the possibility of poison.
The poison of forbidden fruit.
The last good thing on Earth.
Drowning
Pushing up for air;
I'm drowning.
Reaching for the surface;
just a little further.
My lungs compressing;
my heart is beating harder.
Taste the water as I try to breathe.
Reach just a little farther.
Why did this happen?
How did I let myself get this deep?
When did the pressure get so great?
Feel the helplesness surround and take,
as the water enters into my lungs.
Shove against the added weight
the water now brings into you.
Shut your eyes and gather will,
as the light grows brighter and confuses.
Am I dying or am I closer to the surface?
Just..
a little..
further.
Break through the surface; conquer.
How did I pull through?
Lie on the sand that burns my skin,
the aftermath attacks.
Slowly fades to darkness,
but I know I am awake.
Goodbye - A Love Story
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