Pandora's Box

I've pushed and I've pulled I've coaxed but still like a mule, more stubborn than I, it stayed and it stared with no time to spare as it was busy being bare and naked in its lair with no need to wear the wool lies and the satin deceit and the leather boastfulness that i then adorn myself in.

But then it steps, out into the light and I feel a slight bit of regret as it rears its ugly head and suddenly I'm its pet as I am at the mercy of its beckon call. The grass is always greener on the other side, but now that I stand in it, I can see with my own eyes, that its just an illusion, just dirt with green dye. And while, here I stand, all that I find is an uneasy stomach and a battered up mind that keeps messing up the time, and dropping the rhyme and isn't worth half a dime but at the same time it is priceless. For inside it, it holds, the hopes and the woes, the key to the soul of the man who beholds the turning of the hand and the print of the step.

And if its worth it or not, I'm not yet sure. Should I have spend so much time with my bait and my lure? Only time will tell as with the waring of rocks, what lies at the end of Pandora's Box

Ablaze

Here's one slightly more uplifting

Ablaze

Whenever i'm in despair over wanting something i dont have. i simply remember something always makes me laugh. i remember that to want to bliss. Confused? then consider this. a tree wants only water dirt and sun and if it is to live gets each and every one. But the thing is that a tree isnt very fun. Id prefer the life of a fire always wanting always burning with desire such a way does leave me inspired although much is required by the time its expired its lived a full life indeed. So you see in regards to me the life of a fire is the one lead for to get all you want without a little jaunt is enough to haunt my ever-curious soul taunt my adventruous heart. so when i die and the glint fades from my eye not a moment will flash by where i chose to be satisfied. instead i always chose the dance of the flame that will never be tamed, it and i are one and the same and so we shall remain until the last little ember burns out

To Fly

So i'm not entirely sure how this works so if it isn't perfect bare with me i'll get it eventually.

i've recently been lifted up by a girl and everything was going great but rather unexpectedly i had the floor pulled out from under me. I usually bounce back from these things but i couldn't shake this one so i wrote this tell me what you think

To Fly

To truly be free, how nice it would be, to jump in the air without a care of falling maybe here or there, not landing anywhere. Not bound by the laws that show us our flaws not on the map the draws out our lives going on without a cause. We are all given the opportunity to fly but by the time we realize its too late to even try so why even bother? Its never known how most of our chances are blown, that we possibly could have flown but went down the wrong path. Like the trail which you blaze is thickly covered with haze, you find yourself in a daze for days and are stuck thinking of ways to improve the situation. You drudge and judge whether its worth it to drag through the mud or if the excursion is a dud throughout being “happy” with your stud. But little did you know that you had only just to go a little further so that you could see the reality of how blissful you could be on a path much more free that could accentuate your beauty and allow you to be yourself fully and truly. This path is my runway but now I just want to run away because you continue to go his way. It hurts to watch your wings remain stuck and your flap is lost in a rut but its just my luck that I'm in no position to clean off the muck like an oil spill on a duck but instead I’ll smile so you can keep yours and I’ll tell you that you two are off the Richter even though I know he’s your restrictor. And if the day never comes then I hope you have fun as you continue to run fatigued by the heat of the sun believing that you have won the ultimate prize. But should the day come that the spell has been undone and your world has been completely torn apart and it feels like you heart will never be the same like a thrown dart to the brain and your life starts to move in the far right lane, I’ll be your shoulder on which you can cry, I’ll be your springboard off of which you can try to build up the strength to once again fly and soar high and pass the world by. And I wont move from my spot until you tell me you don’t want me there that you can stand up bare without me as your armor and that you yourself harbor the strength you need to go out and succeed. This, this is my creed for my heart mind and soul to read that I will use to breed the courage that I need to continue my life of servitude knowing that with it I will never be rude and as long as it stands there will never be a feud between want and do. You can’t want something that isn’t possible to do. So I won’t want to fly because I won’t have you.