Pandora's Box, Unleashed by Lucia Roberts (ereader manga TXT) 📖
- Author: Lucia Roberts
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"I know you don't understand,"
I whisper.
As I use all my strength to pull you closer,
bury my face in your neck.
Retrieve the scent I've grown accustomed to;
one I must forget.
My heart beats faster yet,
as tears well up behind
my tightly gated eyes.
"But you will soon not need to know,"
'because you must forget me'
my heart adds silently.
I pull back and look you in the eyes,
and remember not drown
in the shards of the icy living ocean blue
that dwell beneth those lashes long
and bangs that brush my forehead,
as I try to save this face forever
in a safe and forbidden place.
I knot my hands behind your neck,
and kiss you one last time,
letting all the passion I have left
enter to the kiss.
"Know that I love you"
I whisper in a begging plee,
as I pull myself from you with force so quick
and ignore you as you say
"why have you forsaken me?"
'For your own good'
my heart replies,
shaking and cowering
as I hear your cries.
"Goodbye" I whisper
and I let my heart just die.
I Dream of WarI dream of war
under clear blue skys
in lands filled
with teary eyes.
I dream of war
with weapons of all shapes and size
including spears,
deceit and lies.
I dream of war raging,
coursing, in my veins
as I ride,
pulling on my stallion's reins.
I dream of war
is that so bad
or is the living world
more sad?
I dream of war
at least in dreams
things can be fixed
and my mind can peacfully be transfixed.
The Gang Leader - Pity or Revenge?He was angry,
trying to forget.
He took a few of these,
drank a bit of that,
and he was ready;
for anything.
He could be angry now
and not care.
Be fearless and stupid.
Take on anyone.
But why did he choose me,
to let loose his rage upon?
Because his mother threw him out,
making my sex a factor,
because I was a girl,
he said.
Because i was pretty,
because i was strong,
willful, and my fear didn't show.
Because I stood up to him
and was smaller than he.
Because I was white,
beacause I am me.
(And that means being)
Everything he's not.
I wonder if I should pity him,
instead of being angry or hurt,
as I partially am.
He could control it,
I know that.
Anyone can control themselves
if they truly wanted,
truly tried.
So he must be scared,
a slacker,
a coward.
The deffinition of a gang leader.
A Nostalgic MomentI remember standing in the rain,
the sleet.
There on that black path
that went in circles.
Literally, and figuratively.
I remember having the cold tears
run down my face
I smile;
openly receiving the rush
that came from nature's crying.
I remember opening my arms
and spinning slowly;
laughing.
I knew you would enjoy this with me,
as you told me
you loved the rain before.
I suddenly stop spinning
and look for you;
my arms slowly falling to my sides
as I watch you walk away.
I remember wanting to have looked there
and see you watching me,
so that I could ask you to dance with me
in the frozen happy tears.
I remember how the moment could have been,
and I wish I could forget
how it really was.
Culture Shock - Preppy VS GothHer hair falls
like a blonde waterfall to hell.
Bright red lips of holly;
stomach peirce holds a belly bell.
Diaphonous top
and short-shorts that show her ass
one of which on,
many men have had a pass.
Her body clicks as she walks
and behind her they all fall.
Bubbling nonesence ignorantly
until they hit my wall.
Personified Night pops her balloon of pink
with the studs on my wrist
as they rise to greet her smirk
with a finger and a fist.
Heels that bring me to her height
while my presence makes them shiver.
Hair glows of fire, my eyes laugh;
and dark gold glitter.
My lips colored like burgandy wine
curl into a smile.
I turn up my underground beats
laughing thunder-like as I dance away
at how scary little me
nearly made Preppy faint today.
AdorilieAdorilie, Adorilie,
my one and only girl.
Just her name
makes me wanna cry.
There is so much to be said
My Dear,
and I wonder if i oughtnt say,
but this is something you need to hear.
Adorilie, Adorilie,
Ive been with you so long,
and yet you wonder why.
Our minds just match so well,
allowed us to stay together for the laughs
and let me catch you when you fell.
Adorilie, Adorile,
we've lived together for years,
time gone in a blink of an eye.
We've fought together,
cried together,
why can't you be mine forever?
Adorilie, Adorilie,
a name I gave to remind you
how beautiful you are in my eye.
I guess I'll bring it out now,
I love you.
Just please don't ask how.
I saw him hurt you
and it all went downhill.
I wanted to save you.
Adorilie, Adorilie,
won't you just stay with me,
be my beautiful,
adorible
Adorilie?
Raining Bloodit's nice to think that nature feels with you:
crys when you cry and laughs when you do.
Even though through science,
we know it isn't true.
But I swear when i was broken and undead,
Nature tore a cut in the sky
and spilled blood upon the clouds
casting a dark pink, marroon light on the world.
I could almost hear her cry in pain
as the liquid love stained
and the gentle rain
shattered the water made of glass.
I'm sorry Nature;
but twas by your hand
that made it so I cannot show.
So instead of mine,
it must be your blood to go.
Tears of Acid"I never thought Nature was so dangerous",
I thought;
as I traced a circle around the slowly
deteriorating circle on my skin
where the acid tear had fallen.
It burns and pricks pins and needles
and it hurts.
But I ignore it
and fascinate myself with watching
how slowly I melt away.
Another tear fell as he spoke,
and my dress began to fade as well.
He didn't see;
his back is turned.
He doesn't care
and that's just fine with me.
At least I save myself the embaressment
of him seeing me die.
Love kills slowly;
tis a fact.
Nature has Her ways to kill,
and mine is acid rain.
Standing By the Baby Crib - The Glow of Love You Missed
Google eyed sewn characters
ferocious yet somehow cute,
spin clockwise dancing;
to an ancient melody.
A song that I once knew
now twirls around me
in an entrancing mother's warmth;
that claims the body to it's beauty.
Distracted with images of future times
entangled with the past.
Aura bursting and my eyes aglow,
do you see it now?
How it would have been
and what you've missed.
The light appeals now that you see,
you could've shared that glow with me.
I know it had to hurt
when you saw me light up that way;
with my eyes showing answers,
and my heart set in the past.
I thought I had grown past all the hurt
you
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