Pandora's Box, Unleashed - Lucia Roberts (ebooks online reader .TXT) 📗

I Know What It's Like To Be Dead

Now I know what it's like to be dead.

To have them look through you,

right over your head.

Talk as though you're not there.

I have felt the annoyance;

the heavy atmosphere.

I know now how a ghost feels

when they're stuck here.

To be ignored and looked through,

told you've done something wrong,

when you know you've tried your best

all the time long.

I wish to get through this feeling,

just to get through it all.

I wish to be knocked straight into Hell

or into Heaven fall.

A Bottle Blown

 

Change is a good thing sometimes.

Please, don’t be so hard on yourself.

Accepting is the hardest part of growth.

I understand.

Don’t go so fast that you miss the important things.

I’m standing right here.

 

I tried to play your game.

It doesnt work.

I don't feel the same.

Let's play together not apart.

We can be better;

come back.

This is the point of my letter.

Please.

 

I've finally said most of the things I’ve held inside;

all the things I've had to say.

I told you how I was angry,

and I told you how I cried,

and I told you all the times

that I fear you lied.

 

I told you that I think youre scared,

and that you should believe.

But don’t just believe in anything;

you must believe in me.

 

I told you that you could ignore me

and that I would be just fine.

But you replied

only for me to find

that you think it’s all your fault

and that it really was for me;

you just didn't mention

a notion ridiculous to me;

that you're saving me from you.

 

Why can’t you just accept

the love I give so rare?

Why can’t you love me

and accept that I am there.

Why can’t you understand

that what I say is true:

that all I've ever wanted,

is you.

Writing Our Tragedy

Writing the Tragedy of Us

 

Something full of wisdom

Or something full of pain

Some trivial bullshit

or a story of triumphant gain.

 

What to write about?

And off I wonder to the sky.

My thoughts of you emerge

So, choosing pain, I cry.

 

The words flow free

As if already written

Secrets just for me

But now everyone will know.

 

They’ll hear the rumors

and responsive cries.

They’ll know your deepest secrets.

They’ll know your darkest lies.

 

I’ll show the eyes that read me

All the times you said you hurt

When someone told you of me

And how you talk about me to my friends.

 

I will empty my soul of our photos

And conversations and fights.

I will show them the time I was abandoned

By the Gods and you that one dark night.

 

Then after all of the pain is told

I’ll bring out the worst of it all.

I’ll play back recordings of you

Saying all the things that led me to fall.

 

We’ll hear the echoes of

“I love you"

“Will you marry me"

etc.

 

And they’ll fall in love with you too

And the story and tragedy of us.

 

All I can do after that

Is hope;

that as they cry for me

And us

and all we’ll never be,

Is that one person who sees this

Will know you.

And will tell you of my heartache

and love

And you’ll say you feel it too.

My Fervent Faerie

Dance for me Oh Small One;

little creature of the night.

Learn the way of the fireflys,

and let your radiance glow,

as you teach the twilight ballet.

Gather the cool air with you twirls,

and let it flow to your heart where it will warm,

and let sunbursts find their way out into the world

by dancing through your eyes;

each a rainbow in the dark.

Shatter the stars esteem

as the gold floods to your iris's,

brightening my world

and dimming theirs.

Show the world you beauty,

Little Fervent Faerie.

Show the world how great you are

instead of hiding in the shadows here with me.

I Will Know You - Reincarnation

I look upon your face

to study and to know

everything of irreplace:

your very heart and soul.

 

I want to remember

everything you are.

Every year from now and after

despite how close we ever are.

 

I need to see your inner self

so when we meet again

there will be no question

depsite what face you wear then.

 

Your soul and mine will be imprinted

never to forget

just how close we were

or how close we could get.

 

Ill know you despite differences:

time or face or name.

No matter how you live or look,

I'll love you just the same.

Siren's Tale

With all the trials of the sea,

and being undiine

nothing could haunt Evermore

but the night that ruined Runes.

She walked into the sea that night;

never to return.

She sings her sadness

to sailors that beg for death,

Then gives them their darkest wish

And pretends Runes’ face on theirs.

Never will this satisfy;

Even she knows this.

But ‘til his reincarnate stumbles home

She must satisfy her tastes

with burying sailors on sea foam.

Listen To the Silence

It is silent,

But the speakers are so loud.

The ringing,the pitches,

it is all so loud,

so silent.

 

The pictures i see

rush before my eyes,

where are they to go?

They make such a sound

as they run to those

whose futures they belong to,

but i feel nothing,

hear nothing,

it's silent.

 

There has got to be more

outside my padded walls.

Music outside my head,

words and conversations

I don't share with myself.

I hear all of what could be,

and yet,

it is all so..

so..

silent.

Not Always Apparent On The Outside

Have you ever known someone

you swear wasn't born from light?

Have you ever stayed up late,

just listening to your parents fight?

 

Have you seen a father's face so red and mad,

have you ever seen a mother's face so sad?

Have you ever had your sibling's taken

but saved them while your hands were shakin;

full of rage.

 

Have you ever seen a girl so stubborn to be tough

all because at one time she had it rough?

Have you ever seen a girl who never crys

because it means weakness

in her father's eyes?

 

Have you ever seen such evil plans,

made by once so innocent hands?

Have you ever seen a hero change to villian prime

in less than but an hours time?

 

Have you ever wished someone would die

so youd feel safe,and no longer have to lie?

Have you eer been so emotion thrown,

that even in your dreams you're left alone?

 

Although there are so many

worse off than you,

have you ever seen what things like this

can do to you?

 

It may not be you who kicked em,

but make sure you know,

you may not always see the victim.

 

Now that i've shown you my life unfurled,

I ask you,

have you ever seen the inside of my world?