#thebox - Hello Poetry

A box— they say— is just a box. Lid. Clasp. Edges that close. But listen— 📦 I keep things. Not just objects— stories. Secrets that refuse to fade. Moments that linger longer than breath. Tales waiting— patient— for a voice. 📦 I hold what matters. Hidden gems. Fragments of joy. Pieces of people who were once here. I look simple— plain— easy to overlook. But don’t mistake quiet for empty. 📦 Because inside— there are worlds. Possibility stacked on possibility. Dreams folded carefully between memory and hope. A place where wonder doesn’t ask permission— it just exists. 📦 Call me a container if you need to— but I am more. I am where dreams go when they’re not ready for daylight. I cradle ambition. I guard desire. I wait— for the brave hands that dare to open me. 📦 I am memory. A sanctuary stitched together with feeling. A stronghold of love— quiet, unshaken. 📦 So no— I am not just a box. I am proof that something small can carry something infinite. That the ordinary can hold the extraordinary. That potential doesn’t shout— it waits. 📦 I am simple. Yes. But within me— I am everything you haven’t discovered yet. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 4:54 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

More Than What I Hold

A box— they say— is just a box. Lid. Clasp. Edges that close. But listen— 📦 I keep things. Not just objects— stories. Secrets that refuse to fade. Moments that linger longer than breath. Tales waiting— patient— for a voice. 📦 I hold what matters. Hidden gems. Fragments of joy. Pieces of people who were once here. I look simple— plain— easy to overlook. But don’t mistake quiet for empty. 📦 Because inside— there are worlds. Possibility stacked on possibility. Dreams folded carefully between memory and hope. A place where wonder doesn’t ask permission— it just exists. 📦 Call me a container if you need to— but I am more. I am where dreams go when they’re not ready for daylight. I cradle ambition. I guard desire. I wait— for the brave hands that dare to open me. 📦 I am memory. A sanctuary stitched together with feeling. A stronghold of love— quiet, unshaken. 📦 So no— I am not just a box. I am proof that something small can carry something infinite. That the ordinary can hold the extraordinary. That potential doesn’t shout— it waits. 📦 I am simple. Yes. But within me— I am everything you haven’t discovered yet. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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I'm tied down and locked in a box Held and bounded by powerful locks. I still move around peacefully and freely I still live and act me Everyone else is locked in this 'box' They are tied down and held by locks But we still see them live each year We still see them happy and smiling each day We are all trapped but we don't even know it We feel lonely but never show it. Refusing that you're trapped in this 'box' Only doubles and strengthens its locks

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC

Kenzkid47

The Box

I'm tied down and locked in a box Held and bounded by powerful locks. I still move around peacefully and freely I still live and act me Everyone else is locked in this 'box' They are tied down and held by locks But we still see them live each year We still see them happy and smiling each day We are all trapped but we don't even know it We feel lonely but never show it. Refusing that you're trapped in this 'box' Only doubles and strengthens its locks

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They tell me that if I am unhappy, I should start to think outside The Box. I am The ******* Box. How else do you think i keep all of my problems locked away? For no nosey nose to plunder, My head is my treasure chest. Simply because my thoughts are of value.

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Aug 29, 2015

Aug 29, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC

crookedyouth

The Box

They tell me that if I am unhappy, I should start to think outside The Box. I am The ******* Box. How else do you think i keep all of my problems locked away? For no nosey nose to plunder, My head is my treasure chest. Simply because my thoughts are of value.

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