Pandora's Box, Unleashed, Lucia Roberts [the gingerbread man read aloud TXT] 📗

For He-Whose-Name I Never Speak

Awake to bright lights,

steadilybeating down.

Mumble to the doctors;

inquire what is wrong.

"Lie still,"

they insist.

"Keep breathing,That's it."

They feather through charts,

confused.

 

Then it hits me,

hard.

It feels as if boiling water

was just dumped upon my heart.

The flash-backs roll behind my lids;

I thrash.

Attempt to scream in agony,

but my lips wont move.

Doctors bustle rapidly,

as my machines go wild.

No-one knows what's wrong,

just me.

 

Suddenly,

it's quiet and calm.

Blissful relief.

I wonder if anyone will find my cause of death

was just a lonely, broken heart?

And if so,

will they ever find a cure for those

who don't find this lovely end?

 

As vision fades,

I slowly count to ten;

and my thoughts reside

with He-Who's-Name

o'er I shall never weep again.

Lift The Veil, I Beg of You

Lift the Veil, I beg you.

See the way that no-one else does.

See as i see.

Let me show you the faces of my people,

of those who invisible before.

Let me show you how we dance,

how we celebrate,

how we are sublime,

and how we hid from you

all this time.

Lift the veil and see me,

and not just who i,

who we,

pretend to be;

inside this game that humans call

Reality.

Cross My Heart and Hope To Live

I cross my heart with hopes of life.

Blinded by lights

flashing across the sky.

Close my eyes and hope to dream,

as I watch the sun fall arc-like

through the sky.

Open my eyes

and hope that I'm awake;

alive.

Eyes That Hold The World

Her eyes hold the whole world

and yet everyone thinks she's blind.

 

The sun shines into the swirling honey

making them glow.

Only gold when she's happy,

her eyes hold inside them the sun.

 

When she's angry

her eyes turn dark green.

Like the shadow of grass in a storm,

glimmering as wet dinosaur scales.

 

When she's confused,

dark grey with purple highlights.

Inhabiting her eyes are thunder clouds;

threatening a storm.

 

When she's sad,

the iris' turn green and blue.

Refelctions of summer

replaying inside the midnight dew.

 

When she's calm,

her mood reflects solidity; like stone.

Her eyes are brown like the soil.

Her eyes, they hold the earth.

 

Her eyes hold the whole world,

you see.

So if you cannot, ask not you,

but she.

I Am The Guardian: Fear Not

Fear not

wether you know me you or don't.

My aquaintences

my friends,

my baby,

fear not.

 

I will not be wearing all white.

My face will not be perfect.

I will glare at random people,

only because they want to hurt you.

So if you see me,

fear not.

 

I will blend in.

I will never leave you,

if I swore to protect you.

I will save to the best of my ability,

although,

some of you may never know.

Fear not.

 

I know you may not know me.

Some of you may never see me.

Some of you will see me

as I turn about my corners.

Some of you will be caught by me,

and some of you will love me.

 

I am The Guardian.

Fear not.

So Much To Consider

I'm scared to run away

at the same time as

I am afraid to stay.

I've lost my wits about me

obvious,

for everyone to see.

There's nowhere to go

nowhere to hide

nobody that I know.

There's so much to consider

There's so much to know

and so much I wish I didnt.

So many corners

and so many circles

so much space to get lost in.

So many people lined up

who could be lost

as they stand

on the edge in front of you.

Who will fall and who will be pushed?

Who will beg and who will jump?

Will any be left?

Where will you go?

What will you do?

Who will you be?

There's just so much to consider....

Ghost Town

-You see,

it's really lonely here.

I'm walking 'round

but the people here don't see me.

It's light outside

but just like me to them,

they're invisible.

 

-It's a ghost town

without you here.

Nothing's moving

no-one's alive.

Especially,

me.

Somewhere between alive and dead,

this is the life I lead;

what kind of life is it, really,

living in a ghost town?

 

-The forecast is foggy,

grey.

Who needs the killer heat ball anyway?

The stars are just fine,

at least they were

when you were mine.

Now they're boring (dull) too.

Just like everything that's here

in this abandoned place.-

 

-It's a ghost town

without you here.

Nothing's moving

no-one's alive.

Especially,

me.

Somewhere between alive and dead,

this is the life I lead;

what kind of life is it, really,

living in a ghost town?

 

-It'll stay this way,

I'm afraid,

'til you come back to stay.

You were the life of this town,

the spark of the day

that lit up the stars

when the world turns upside down.

You kept me alive

so why don't you come do,

what you were born to do,

and liven up this ghost town?

 

-'Cause what kind of life is it,

really,

living in a ghost town?

Bi-Polar

 Stars of momentary awe

that fall with burning, melting illusion

cause hopefull thoughts

that only end with electric shock.

The birds that sing in winter

never sing in spring.

I wonder why they have all the talents.

They are pretty;

they can fly and sing.

While I am stuck here

with only the things of fear.

It's cold

and the pressure is the greatest

of all the places in the atmosphere.

Earthly things intrigue the sences

as they were meant to do;

and yet we ban these things

that make us feel good

as if we were supposed to.

We associate happiness with bright colors,

yet they are the ones that nature uses

to show us they are evil, harmful.

Then again,

the Lifeforce of the Universe

is the brightest thing

in our solar system, wide.

Either we have everything wrong,

or the earth is literally bipolar.

 

Scream - Inspired by Tokio Hotel's song Scream

Run to the woods in twilight

where no-one can hear you.

Your nearing the end of this fight,

you are ready to surrender.

You don't want an injury as you run

breathless through the wood.

You would break the tree you cling to,

if only you knew you could.

You dont a broken wrist,

but you need to let loose all the energy

packed into your fist.

You need to, but how?

Scream until the pain is out.

Let out all you've wanted

Let out all your loss and doubt,

and of all you've held inside.

I know you don't want to cry,

but it's bound to happen.

I promise