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

"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 War

I 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 Moment

I 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 Goth

Her 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.

Adorilie

Adorilie, 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 Blood

it'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