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Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
Saw it unfold before my very eyes

But it happened too quickly for me to wrap my life back up into the neat little box it was packed in
Pandora doesn't go back into the box
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Inside this box are but three things
--a ruler, a boxing glove, and kite string.

Because I never could keep my sordid
life straight.

Because I never did learn to fight my
own battles.

Because I never will soar as high as my smallest dream.

Why do I have them in the first place,
you might ask?

I just love reminiscing.
I'm a sucker for nostalgia,
even if it's over my own failings.
Inspired by the poem "Small Fishes" by fellow HP writer Devon Brock.
TS Nov 2019
You built me a casket that was too small and expected I would accept it quietly.




-t.s.
Q Aug 2019
listen to the distant
echoes
of your
nostalgia;
all that
remain of your
dreams are compressed into
orbs of light,
carefully placed inside
an empty box;
leave your house and search the
idle sands of time for me,
x marks the spot.
i was thinking of writing a poem from a name. this one was one of my favorites. //leonardo calix//
Pluto Aug 2019
I hesitated
But offered you
The key to my soul as you wanted
And watched you scrunch through
My love
My hate
My beautiful
My ugliest
As I see me

Then
silence
is all i hear from you

Did my pain infest you ?
Do you now detest me ?

Tell me that I'm fine
Or at least worth it

To be loved and to love
Whatever that is these days...
Time may heal all wounds but all wounds still leave scars
A B Faniki Jul 2019
There was a man a bit boring most times
who found a magic word that open boxes;
he thought it was fun
to opening any box untill
the magic word "please" open the pandora's box.
Here is my first liemrick ever. ©A B Faniki 7/17/2019. Is about caution, even when doing good or fun things. The poem is also writing for kid to learn about saying pleasse.
Bhill Jul 2019
Being trapped in your own head
Being inside that small little box of crazy thoughts
Crazy thoughts that are controlling you
Controlling your actions, your vision, your sight
What is going on within this space
I'm surrounded with surface to mind missiles
Missiles that are being launched at the very core of my psyche
My once, sain psyche, has been riddled with oddly soothing thoughts
Thoughts that I believe I could enjoy if I could only accept
Accept the new and strange patterns of the mind-numbing weirdness
Weirdness so overwhelming that, my little mind box, is about to overload
I need to wake up...!
Hahaha

Brian Hill - 2019 # 167
Sometimes your mind take your words somewhere else...
Jo Barber Jun 2019
As a I girl, I had
a small music box,
which I played over and over.
I wound it up,
and the ballerina inside
would spin and spin,
her dance and the song
a simple embrace of youth.

There are versions of myself
that I have long since forgotten,
long since forsaken.
The rhythm will find you,
make you into someone new.
But this tune brings me back,
always,
to the little girl
who spent hours watching ballerinas dance.
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