"pandoras" poems
Together we are alone
the wishers utter was always unheard
the Art of my consort is like ash in the wind
this purified drift of the eternal fire burning for all eternity
Timid little shell as fragile as the pearl inside
Impurities imparted and manifested into a gem
Let me see the diamond
the diamond in your mind
I ve been mining with a keen intent
to break down the barriers only to be surrounded by the remains
Im intrigued by lustered reflections of light in these rays of waves in this passing haze of the delicacy protected by your shell
Pandoras box and eves delight
only gives me a peek of that iridescent insight
Such an elusive emblem of the coveted representative Aphrodite
Awakened by impending doom
To
Cross the threshold of a Careless bloom
you turn to me to turn away
that I see
the Diamond is your mental mineral.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
the ghosts are tip toeing
through my memories
restless and at play
scattering a dusty pile
of half hidden thoughts
to one side
delving further
deeper
into twilight years
gone by
throwing caution to the wind
pandoras box is opened
copyright gothic mistress/razorbladekiss 2012
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
So many sellouts claimin' they real when they only want a mass stage appeal
****** swear they be down for the hood? but how while living lavish in the white neighborhoods?
This ***** turned scooby doo ****** where the **** are you? You loosin' ya black views
How the **** you gone say slavery was a choice I remember when you had a voice
Ever since you called Bush out it seems like got drained out
Gallons of blood a spiritual transfusion ***** ya loosin'
Ever since your lips ****** on that white ******* **** **** them Kkkhardashians say it louder once the mic enter my hands enemies get the sweatin' cuz of my verbal weapon
yeah ya been coming out makes me doubt
No wonder why they call you gay fish half of them ******* is really *******
In the celebrity world where boys is girls and girls is boys seduced by the evilness that swirls life ain't about diamonds and pearls
Pandoras box dusty as **** so no need to throw a fit Kanye I got a black polished AK' forty seven ready to send you to heaven
No ladder leaning on a stagger soon to end up a plastic bagger
Coroner's dinner deaths the winner while ya visions growing thinner
**** what ya stand for I take you back through the "wire" throw gasoline all over you then light a fire burning your empire
**** your kids and ya legacy none of us admire
Your coonery I'll crown you with thorns full of barbed wire til your soul transpires
Yeah punk ***** so
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
I say **** kanye **** kanye **** kanye yea yea eeeee
Also **** them white ***** kkkhardashian once again letting you know how they do brothers in
****** go crazy or end up in the pen or another gender trend
**** making friends **** chasin' ends
And if you wanna join kanye ya casket ready soon to be tucked in ....
Night night you ***** ******* die slow
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
peoples mouth's open and close
i see there lips moving and expressions on the face
I don't hear anything?
blah blah blah never real words
no, i am not deaf
sounds fill space but nothing worthwhile connects
wireless communication. instant messaging. one button dial
things are loved people are purposely overlooked and used
money wasted on motivational speaking
hours convincing the self: "i am right they need a lesson"
make believe bandages running with harness
love exchanged for Pandoras box
if I only knew then what I knew now, would have chosen....
wishes are well intended feathers on the wind
God catches them at the end of the world
he reads them with water filled eyes
original sin we all followed loud and proud
foolish Independence
we all assume to want the same, mostly love, how come?
we give up in a whimper, lack of endurance?
how colder the storm greater the harvest - grandpa
a soul desperate for salvation and peace
yet, motivated to strive
follow the curve in the walls,
feel it, listen ,it speaks
breath breath breath
you will touch light eventually or die trying
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 3:52 AM UTC
Tailored love of indescribable passion.
"Mr grey, my type of love is now in fashion."
You've got this amazing **** that only desires my palm.
Red hand prints.
Excitement that doesn't entirely harm.
Delicate and fine a thong that yearns for my teeth.
Removed and discarded.
After Christmas like that wreath.
******* that only imagine the warmth of hands.
Running all over you.
Following each and all my demands.
Lips supple only to the press of my own.
The way you sound.
Lust you've never known.
Hips that don't exist without the pressure of mine.
Careful what you ask for.
In Pandoras box you might find.
Kisses are like a dance one must lead.
Back and forth battle for more.
I'm dominating its what you need.
I'll certainly put you in your place.
Take head you have no power.
Your place is under me with all that grace.
On top of me so I can see that face.
Where ever I want.
Pulling your hair if it pleases me just an inch more.
What pleases me pleases you.
Of that im sure.
Just to make you feel ***** and alive again.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
We stayed up all night talking,
in an ethereal haze.
How long ago now?
Two summers,
I think.
How the time passed,
As I sat hidden,
Underneath my bed sheets
So no one could find me,
Talking to you.
You were my little secret.
We stayed up all night talking,
And you told me
Bits and pieces of your life
That you probably told everyone
But they meant something to me.
Tales of woe, of love, of life and passion
Wilted between the keys
Of our cellular devices.
Words exchanged in the dead of night,
That we could pretend didn't mean anything
come the morning.
We stayed up all night talking,
yes, two summers ago,
And had I known back then
What I know now,
I would have locked my heart in pandoras box,
And thrown away the key.
I would never have let myself fall in love with you.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC
Surrounded by demons and ghouls on every side
their evil surrounds me
they gnash their teeth and sharpen their claws\
they wreak havoc and despair
but still my halo grows
and from it i can see the tranquility of the innocence
inside of the paradox of despair
inside of the pandoras box of congeniality
surrounded within a maze inside of the conciousness of the unknown which re evaluates
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
I use men over and over again
and they don't mind
I'm humane and kind
I don't cross boundaries
I'm just a guest
we both know it and it's already been addressed.
When he undressed me he didn't ask about my father.
When he kissed me he didn't press into my heart
because that place is very ****** dark.
I use men over and over again
to feel something
to have fun
it doesn't really matter,
because we're all agreed, this is something we both need.
But you pushed and shoved, smashed and cannonballed my wall,
I didn't want you to ask or see behind my mask,
And even though I fought this fight with laughter against your shooting questions,
you pushed and shoved against my door to find out more.
You were sweet I must admit, romantic and gentle,
but there is a reason everything is compartmental.
because when you left the next day you didn't stop to check the doorway,
where you carelessly left behind my open heart and eyes.
I didn't want to share my insides because as you walked away you didn't check to see what damage you had done.
Asking questions you didn't want the answers to.
I use men but I don't ask more than I'm ready to receive,
and they agree I'm not trying to deceive,
but you blew the doors of pandoras box and left me with the mess
that I now have to try and repress
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC
Pandora lived within her box
Listening to the noise outside
Every time she sneaked a peek
You guessed it, another freak
So she held the lid down very tight
Slept alone every night
Her friends would share a laugh and joke
Thou Pandora had no hopes of love
When one day whilst out the box
She wiggled her toosh and didn't know
Her toosh was seen to wiggle past
A quite delightful site in fact
Off she popped and closed the lid
Nothing more was ever said
One day a stranger, a curious type
Thought the lid was far to tight
He opened it up to peek inside
Pandora startled with surprise!
Hot and bothered red in fact
That he had dared to even try
The cold that she had made her world
Was melting and she was quite perturbed
So once again she closed the lid
Warm inside she couldn't think
A tingle here a giggle there
Pandora now was really scared
Now Pandora isn't locked away
She just made the choice to be that way
With good reason to with all the freaks!
The choice is hers to stay or leave
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
Laying down the law of how I react,
Each verse in tune to the universal drumbeat but the thing about
No longer strange the way that miracles occur on a day to day basis
Meditation extends beyond the lyrics
Beyond the sitting still and coming to a peace
Certainly it starts at that but where it ends well depends when one defines
The ending of the meditation
An alternative , alter , degree of difference , meaning to medition could be seen as a conscious act of thinking , but that does not mean there are limits or borders to the edges of the known in fact it extends beyond into the daily uncertainties that flow
Foolish atrocities line our mothers womb and the simple pleasures become lost in fear of life and the only way we know how to counteract that kind of pain is fear , a confused kind of fear
One of distaste and eventually ignorance , ignorance is bliss they say
Well I say it’s not ,just that , I’s ignorance can be hindering , to ignore the mission is the wonderful to breathe in the restraints of feeling as if there has to be an emotion for everything , a deep attachment that clings to the very surging’s of the soul and go open
Open the Pandoras box, of a place so called shame , and see who is waiting there , try the door marked locked because who knows what’s inside , try the bathwater before you step in you might get hot you might see that the mosquito bites are actually just a test to see if you can resist the stress if you can slide past the friction into the aspects of tests that eliminate the need to be greedy into each dead unto each creed
I hail from the land you call Thai , oh but there’s my Hatian side , tu parle francais? Well I wouldn’t know what to say but I’m French, my accent will tell you I could make a good brew but that’s the highland fence
What’s wrapped up in your DNA? Stories from a bygone age ,
What’s wrapped up in your psyche? Whole worlds that I can not see
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
We often seek answers
To questions
Which should have never been asked
Ever since Eve ate the apple
The world has been
Afflicted
With whats seen as knowledge
And the curse of Pandoras box
Unleashed upon the world
A ravishing hunger
To capture questions
That as ignorant humans
We should never control
What we call intellect
Is an overzealous need for power
And we mistake knowledge
For answers to the mundane
Life would be so much simpler
If curiosity wained
And we never
Began asking unnecessary questions
In the first place
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
you constantly manipulate the game-you toss and turn and hit the ball in all crooked ways, you scream crazy **** and pierce my soul and degrade me to levels not even six feet under could reach.
i seem to let it slide like a baby on ice because believe it or not, the louder my voice, the quieter my soul. I hate the confrontation and i dont see the point of stirring the ***
i let you run train tracks over my face and flatten my self esteem so quickly but i cant seem to cut you off for good like an umbilical cord to a newborn.
i say one thing to you, because after all, you are always so big about being up front and in your face, you ask us why we dont talk our problems out and let our pandoras box open.
well. we did
we didnt agree-and then you become a power outage shutdown so quick and at this point, im more like pepco instead of BGE-im not quick to turn you back on.
I dont look through the same lens as you, and yes i might not see the bright side-im no sunny side eggs but hey, you are no sunflower either.
i dont understand your doubles. dont touch me and not expect to be touched.
we are friends sure but at this point im not sure if we are seesawing on a not wanting to crack the egg or if we are friends at all.
you are now shut down and at this point im like pepco-not sure when i will try to turn you back on, you bop me around like an abusive parent on drugs-you are so sure that you are right.
im hardly ever right, and i own it but you, im not sure
i cant let you use your pass about your past to get out of jail no for we all, victims and criminals have to own our past. use it to walk forward not run backwards down a hill
i know i know, im a ***** a stuck up ***** with alot to say and yes-i throw the memory of a 19 year old guy performing a ***** on me at only 5 but to be honest thats no excuse either.
we all have hot pots that are quickly dropped because of the complexity of our journeys but its no excuse to shut down. and now writing this more and more, im figuring out that this is not just a letter to you but a letter to myself. you gotta own your advice before dispersing it.
if you need a break, have a break
everyone needs a kitkat bar sometimes
i totally understand
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
She knows they'll buy the facade
The farce, her little play
She knows that she's convincing
A liar made of mistrust and heartbreak
She knows that no one cares
They say they do but laugh instead
Some have come close before
And foolishly she let them in
Her pandoras box she let them view
And loses herself as they misuse it
Yet all is not bleak
All is not lost
Some whom she let view her box
Have never misused it once.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
about poor Pandora
who opened that box
that wretched box
hiding so much
the sun wasn't so bright
the days grew long
as human emotions
echoed with lies
her temptation
cost us all.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
*The rain comes down like tears from her Eyes in April.
Her Smile is a crack in the street after a long Winter.
Her Mind is crumbling like a sandcastle on the beach during August.*
"I'm fine..."
No I'm really not
"I'm happy I promise!"
Another lie
Why do I lie?
I guess to hide them from the horrid truth of the pandoras box that is my mind...
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
They fear what fear is said to be,
the odds becoming numbers,
an expanse of do's below dont's.
You fear what they have told us to fear,
for the odds have become our evens,
and every wish had become our day,
and our day had become a step closer
to the rebellion of the society.
Our bodies fear what we do not,
and they begin to betray us.
The splitting and crossing had not been followed
and we are ****** along the narrow fear
of death.
But we hold on to the little spindle fibers
and the tiny hands that begin to form.
We have beaten fear
and now they fear us.
The white in your eyes,
are the ages that we still have yet to live,
our youth in a matter of minutes,
gone in their fear of us.
You say we can run away,
but even if we find that place
will we really have escaped?
or are we entering the fear again,
like the slaughter of the barn.
The world with their pitchforks and knives
and us awaiting the day when the walls
are burned.
For if they are frightened by our courage
yet we run in fear,
had fear really gone away?
Had we really beaten it?
or have we only scraped through
the first layer,
of Pandoras ungodly box,
only to jump in the dark with your
hand in mine,
to find happiness
when we land.
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
I guess that we don't see... the real reality, of who we are deep down inside... until we open up the Pandoras box in our hearts and in our minds.
We had no choice... when we came into this world, we were the chosen ones... bound to a life of suffering and joy.
But you see... until we look deep inside ourselves. We don't realise the changes that takes place each night and each day within our souls.
Unless you reflect on your past, you won't realise your present and your future. The changes that we go through, as each day and night passes makes us all the unique individuals that we present to the world.
Some are born great... Others rise up to be great. But if we all looked inside ourselves once in a while, we'll realise that we're also the same. The same hearts beat in the same chest... The same organs reside in the same bodies.
We're nothing more than a speck of dust in a universe filled with the unknown. What are we? you may ask.
The answer is we're all just human.
We're born...
We live...
We feel each emotion...
And then we all die...
We return to the motherland, to nature as nothing more than a pile of ash.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
To me you are the exquisite bubbles of foam atop the sea
A Venus amongst the many Pandoras in this universe-
'tis your lovely face that showed your bloodline to me
Who, caught in its rays, had to abandon any converse.
Surely you have a clue on what you do to poor ol’ me
And know that your smile, alike a pearl-white moon,
Was made to long for when not out for all to see
A guiding light to look for during our trip in life's lagoon.
Honestly, there must be a dazzling sun somewhere on your inside
Because its lovely heat mirrors in your warmth and bright green eyes.
You appear in my thoughts like sand is accompanied by the tide
Sometimes absent but always bound to me by scientific ties.
Excuse me, my Darling, but that all just had to be said,
You inspire me to dance there where Shakespeare has tread.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
Yesterday
I felt the first whips of cotton
breath on my philtrum
dancing into my nostrils
piercing my mind
Whitewash and mild breeze
I turned my head and tried
******* in an inhalation
baring my teeth
Grit
and noise
Burn
and shatter
Divulge
and scream
Tears
and blood
Time
flowing beyond my veins
into the abyss of eternity
eternity
Treading softly they
smuggled into my soul
pandoras of guilt
giving me brief glints
Underneath some semi-heavy sandalphon wings
grime and some dusty tomes
undulating like streams and whispering waves
I spotted the angel star
Like every snow fall I had before.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 12:53 PM UTC
In the darkness of the night,
Many secrets are kept
And under the woven rug of truth,
Many lies are swept
In the clock that keeps the time,
Many loves are lost
And with the blood of the innocent,
Is how love pays the cost
Into the sea of forgetfulness,
We toss the ties that bind
And in the heart of goodness,
It is evil that we find
In the bottom of Pandoras box,
Lies the last bit of hope found
And to the heartbreak that is love,
We are each and everyone bound
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
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
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 5:10 AM UTC
I'm stalling
Trying to hold back the truth in all honesty,
Filling the empty air with...
What ever is within reach and light enough to throw
Trying to keep hold of your attention without revealing the intentions of my actions
I'm stalling,
Fumbling over my words like a quarterback getting sacked and hoping that you'll catch what I'm trying to say
What can I say?
Can't form the words without shattering the fabric of what ties our lives together
a Wish...
See I've learned that if you sit silently when people ask you a question
they wonder if you're paying attention.
Or if they make cents while your trying to register
what they're saying or if you're trying to change your mind
People don't see what's jumping around behind your eyes
They only see the stalling...
I'm stalling
Attempting to push back the deadline to the expiration date of this definite dead-end relationship
As I futilly to resurrect dead memories hoping that the ghost of what used to be will reanimate but in all honesty I have doubts.
A wish,
To fill the void where my love for them used to be
While emptying a Pandoras box of vexation in a confined and constructed yet confusing confession...
this obsession with stalling sends me bouncing off walls hoping my actions will speak for my words,
I'm stalling.
Trying to push the bars of times prison cell hoping that the seconds will last a little longer than the last one,two,three,four.
Seconds
minutes
hours
days
weeks
months
years.
But eventually time will stop giving me passes on making the past an eventual future;
These stalls will complete their decay and die and I'm only hoping to die with them...
I'm hoping that I won't have to face the lies I've been hiding under my breath.
The truths I've hidden under my bed
The lies crawling from my lips
And the anger I've buried in my chest
It's scary what lengths man will go to hide the truth;
And I think I've gone too far.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
I have a little bag,
I keep it locked away,
Tightend with a pad lock
and locked with a chain
It stays in the closet,
Without mention or thought
Cause this bag of mine
Is it's own pandoras box
And I fill it up,
Almost every day,
With the questions and comments
And things that you say
But this bag of mine,
It's getting full you see...
But opening it
Just might destroy me
And that is a risk
I just can't take
Sorry my love In the closet it stays
But this mornig things changed ..
I went to the bag and found the broken chain
The pieces spilled out like childs play
I'm un sure now of what to do
But pick up the pieces two by two
And but them back in that bag of mine
Lock them away for good this time
But as I reach for each piece
The reality hits me,
This is my life and these are my feelings
Scattered around like a puzzle you found
And dumped on ground It's game over now
You wanted it open and now it is,
Good luck finding where each piece fits
Jan 9, 2011
Jan 9, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
You know I feel defined
whenever she's on my mind
walking down the way
you know I see a sign
everlasting love is all that I could find
sapphire eyes keep there gaze upon the time
for its only 99 days until your forever mine
open up your arms
like the mountains
all our secrets kept within
some place hidden
where only I can find
it takes 99 days
to search for the gold inside her mind
maybe you'll provide the key
and open up Pandoras box of dreams
open up the chest
let it flow through your veins
pretend the airplanes that you seek
are just shooting stars
the dreams you wish to attain
open up the chest
let it flow through your brain
let all that she's done
her disasters and gains
take over your soul
until you are unchained
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
I'll be Pinky
If you'll be The Brain
I'll be the yin,
If you'll be The Yang
You can be my Tylenol,
If I can be your pain
We can open up Pandoras Box,
Refusing to explain
You can be my sunshine,
If I can be your rain
You can be my therapist,
God knows, I'm insane
You can be my Moon,
If I can be your star
Together, we could be Mr. Petty,
In a **** fast car
You could be my ocean,
If I could be your sand
You could be the right,
And I'll be the left hand
You could be the silence,
I could be the scream
And you, could be my ice,
If I can be your cream~A
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC