Pandora's Box, Unleashed by Lucia Roberts (best sales books of all time txt) 📕

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.

My 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.

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?

Beautiful 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.

Awaiting 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.

Talk 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.

Frosted 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.

A 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.

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.