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Pandora dO May 2014
I always felt like I was swimming
and that I was doing so
in those vast oceans of Life.
There was nothing there to guide me,
so in circles is how I swam.

I always felt like I was drowning
in those wild currents and streams
that swept me anywhere, everywhere.
There was nothing there to keep me,
so in circles is how I went.

Now I feel like I am flying,
as if I suddenly grew wings.
I now know how freedom feels:
there is nothing that holds me back
now that I know where I should go.
© - copyright 2014 / PPdO
Pandora dO Oct 2012
Whenever I say
that my home
is wherever he is,

he replies
that his home
is wherever I am.

Our home is everywhere,
as long as we're together.
© 2012
It doesn't matter whether your house is big or small, as long as you can share it!
Pandora dO Feb 2020
You still feel warm in my embrace, like you always do.
Your scent still comforts me, like it always has.
You are still soft to touch like all these years before.
I am still afraid to lose you like when you nearly passed.

Yet I knew this wouldn't last forever,
however much I try to deny
that there is this thing called mortality.
I know one day I'll have to say goodbye,
I just don't think I'll ever be ready.
And though you're still here right now,
I already started grieving your loss,
which neither of us deserves
as we still have plenty roads to cross.

So I'll do my best and honor your continued presence,
spoil you with tasty treats and your favourite toys,
and create more memories of you for me to cherish.
© 2020
Pandora dO Oct 2012
A single tear
is in the corner
of my right eye.

It feels like
it's on repeat.
Been there before.

When exactly
I don't know,
does it matter?

Too often I read
of tragedy and
of things gone wrong.

When I do,
the tear returns
to travel down.

Just the one tear
showing emotion
and heartbreak.

Letting the world
know that something
touched my heart.

Letting people know
that my heart aches
for those hurt.

Letting them know
I feel for them
and I'm there for them.

There's a single tear,
it's in the corner
of my right eye.

It sends a message:
I care, I'll help,
you're not alone...
                ~
© 2012
Written after reading 'Inch Worm (dark poetry)', by Cold As Ice.
Pandora dO Apr 2013
Today, I drove towards the sunrise.
As the sun drew a rainbow in the sky
the world was painted in beautiful hues.
An idyllic sight I very much enjoyed.

As I drove towards the sunrise,
the sun changed faces.
From red to orange,
from orange to yellow
and all the colours in between.

While driving towards the sunrise
I would not, could not, stop looking
at all the beauty that surrounded me.
The world was peaceful, with a slight touch
of morning dew covering the earth.

Today, I drove towards the sunrise
and when it was over, too soon,
when the sun was high and yellow,
my only wish was that I could see
this gorgeous sight every single day.
Copyright 2013
Pandora dO Oct 2012
The little girl never looked into the mirror.
'They call me names,' she thought,
'and there must be a reason.'
She guessed she was ugly, hideous to see,
why else would they turn their eyes away?
So she didn't bother to see her reflection
and avoided all mirrors for years.

The little girl was afraid of the scale.
'They call me names,' she thought,
'and there must be a reason.'
She realized she must be too fat,
why else would they all ignore her?
So the scales suffered the same fate
as the mirrors throughout the years.

The little girl didn't care for friends.
No one stood by her for very long,
there was no reason to miss them.
She thought she wasn't nice enough,
otherwise they'd surely stay with her.
So a high and a strong wall was built
to protect her feelings during each year.

After years and years the older girl found some courage
to look into one of those dreadful mirrors
and her reflection gave her a nasty shock.
As for all these years she hadn't cared for herself
and her unkempt outer self hid all her inner beauty.
'I truly am an ugly person,' was all she could think,
and she decided she would stop caring.

The little girl grew up hating herself
and no one ever noticed her turmoil.
She stopped caring about how she looked
and just showered and dressed every day
as if she wasn't any special at all.
But her inner beauty struck all around
and everyone wondered why she was so modest.
© 2012
Pandora dO Nov 2012
It is quite strange
how an entire day,
which passed so beautifully,
can be ruined

by only one,
short,
conversation.
Pandora dO Sep 2012
There's a slight pressure
behind my closed eyelids
and I'm desperately trying
to will it away. Be gone!

The pressure increases
as the water slowly grows
and tears softly push the
edge of where my lids meet.

Go away, you feelings,
you've become too much
for me to handle, now...
I need some rest, please.

The emotional wave persists
and some tears squeeze
their salty way through
my still closed eyelids.

As some kind of great waterfall
the emotions start falling down
on me and I break after all,
the tears cascading down my cheeks.
©2012
Pandora dO Nov 2012
I'm wiggling my toes like mad
and my eyes continuously move
around the room nervously.
I wave my arms like I'm crazy
and I keep asking myself, why?
There's no way I can sit still
for the entire eternity of an hour...
A freaking hour for each layer.
Oh, ****, why was I so stupid,
why did I want to paint my nails?
© 2012
I'm bored but thank Heaven for my touch screen phone.
Pandora dO Nov 2012
Even though Fall is beautiful
and the world is decorated
with crimson and golden,
I cannot help but feel disheartened
as I see Earth's cycle near its end.

Then, when the temperature lowers
and Earth freezes over,
nothing is there to prevent me
from getting the Winter Blues,
as Life seems to whither away.
© 2012
Pandora dO Jan 2013
It's that time
of the year again.
Can you feel the difference?
A fire burning
in the hearth,
cozy candles burning

We're all cuddled up
on the couch,
covered in a warm blanket.
Drinking hot tea,
savouring the heat,
thankful for the beverage.

Wearing two pairs
of pajama pants,
'cause otherwise it's too frisky.
The weather's cold'n'wet
but inside we are,
warm, dry and cozy.

Sitting together
while talking softly,
now and again
exchanging a kiss.
Seasons of rain and snow
brings us even closer.
© 2012
- I like finding lost papers with words on it... you too?
Pandora dO Nov 2012
Far above the barren land
and the bare, grey trees,
the sun rises and paints
warm colours on the sky.
Pandora dO Nov 2012
He is the one who calms my mind
every single day of the week.
His touch is the one thing
which ceases all my thoughts.
With him near, there’s nothing
inside my mind to worry about.

Every single day of the week
he's able to help me relax.
When his arms embrace me,
a warm calmness surrounds me.
With him near, there’s nothing
that can take away the peace.

He’s able to help me relax
by just being there for support.
His hand in mine makes me strong,
he’s always there to pull me along.
With him near, there’s nothing
in the world that I can’t do.

By just being there for support,
he does so much for me.
With a smile he makes my day
and with his jokes he cheers me up.
Without him there’s nothing,
nothing at all, in my life.

He does so much for me
and I can’t thank him enough
for being part of my life.
© 2012
Pandora dO Aug 2012
Shadowy figures swarming
in front of my eyes.
Different shades of color
dancing around each other,
it's distracting me.
I cannot concentrate
because it's all so vague,
so weird.
Shadows all around me.
Where is the light?
Light of the sun and
light of the moon.
If only I could see it,
instead of all this vagueness
and all this darkness
closing in on me.
It will never set me free.
No, it's starting to capture me.
I'll end in total darkness.
I'm going to die without sight.
April 9th, 2009
I imagined what it would be like to go blind.
Pandora dO Jan 2021
The poet was particularly interested in language. He did not care much for what the reader might see in his writing. All that mattered was the puzzle of combining words, the challenge of creating syntax that touched his soul, and the creation of beauty with inspiring phrases. The process of fitting each linguistic piece together is what fueled his passion and what made him feel alive. Absorbed in his musings, he would forget his hunger and thirst, and lose track of time, so great was his love for language.

Since the art of language had always been his main focus, the lessons within his writing were no more than a side effect that might or might not affect the reader. Yet, because the poet did not put focus on what others might think of his work, the result was that his writing was genuine and pure. He wrote what he believed to be true, while encasing it with delicate but brilliant words that came from his heart. And, despite getting lost inside his mind while writing thusly, his carefully constructed prose did also move the hearts of his peers. For not only do poets construct such writings lovingly, they themselves also delight in reading well crafted literature.
© 2021
Writing prompt: take your favourite quote, put it through 20+ layers of google translate. Make that the first sentence, make it make sense.

Quote used: "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." - W.H. Auden
Pandora dO Dec 2012
The time turned to 0:00AM,
on the first day of the new year,
for the first time in Australia
and her first time zone.

Since that moment a gigantic wave
of the most colourful fireworks
has been travelling across the planet.
© December 31st 2012
- Happy New Year x
Pandora dO Sep 2012
Even though you share your name with many,
to me you will always be the only one.
Even though you mightn't think yourself special,
you will always be the only one I want.
And when you say you don't deserve me,
I'll tell you again how much I love you.
Even though you never say it back,
I do know how much you care.
Even though people don't expect our us to last,
we'll surely make it through.
Even though you may not believe me,
I will always hold on to you.
Even though we're contradicting,
you and me were made to be.
© 2009
Pandora dO Sep 2012
You don't know who I am,
still you treat me as a lamb.
I'm not as helpless as I look,
I know how to cook!

You don't even know me,
or what you think you see.
I'm not as hopeless as you think,
I can clean my own sink!

You don't know how I live my life
and I ain't gonna be your wife.
You're going to be *******
if you don't prepare your own food.

You don't know how to treat me anymore,
as if you knew how to, before...
And now you got to feed yourself,
because I'm not doing it for you.
April 5th, 2007 - taken from my older collection
Pandora dO Apr 2020
I felt a connection, I opened up
as you seemed to be different,
but you told me you weren't
a typical male one too many times;
the shine slowly faded.

The deep connection was superficial
but love still makes blind and I didn't see,
swept away by the waves of my imagination
showing me what could have been.

Your actions betrayed your words,
you said you didn't mean to,
but you were the moon, I was the tide,
pulled in and pushed away,
unknowingly part of a game
that I didn't understand.

I fell for your act but how easy it is
to not fall for who you really are
but let you go instead, and yet,
I don't grieve for losing you,
because you've always been fake.

I only grieve for a lost pleasant dream.
© 2020
Pandora dO Apr 2012
The shining of the sun
makes me feel like I've won
the world's contest of
being the happiest person alive.

Of course you help with it too.
I can't be happy without you.
You make me feel joyful,
you make me feel good,
you make me feel like I'm worth it.

Together with you I can take on the world
without failing or losing.

I am your girl and always will be.
From my old collection, October 10th 2008

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