Names Pandora. I claim to be an artist, but its more like I'm a dreamer cooped up in my head for far to long.
I like drinking coffee while talking about philosophy. I listen to death metal while doing work of any kind.
I'm your average american. Probably insane,
+ more bio informationhis skin was salty warm inviting his lips were rubies and tantalizing his hair was black raven's feathers his eyes were blue pools of ocean lust invited me into his bed More..
Ill with the hurt of a cowards rage, You've learnt this melody by heart. With these days that roll into endless nights, You've earned all the things you've received Take the good with the bad and roll with the rest, Put on a smile and look your best. Pose for the pictures you've long waited for, Won't be long till they ask f... More..
this moment imperfect made for me and you tied up with a ribbon and string wrapped in an old newspaper if only you read the headlines of the old man passing away? of the fall that never stayed? perhaps the headlines faded and perhaps our days were dated. but that way you made me feel like everything was unreal hasn't faded a... More..
"I love you. Do you love me too?" These words screamed out in my head, begging for me to say them. Pulling on every thread of my existence. But no. I must keep my cool, my calm and my head about this. Why was love so irrational? Why do we go after things we cannot have? I suppose human nature is that way, I truly have no ans... More..
I've stomached the pain Of the retribution due I've climbed these steps Until my feet have bleed I've heard you scream Until my hearing had gone I've been ignoring you still Since the day you left My partner in crime My other half My lover. You left me here. And now I'm coming for you With a swift hand and foot And a taste f... More..
Note: This isn't really a poem, it's more of a reflection but it was too short to put it in reflection or short stories. I still feel the cold machine that detached my life from another. That forceful sucking vacuum that took away my pride and my joy. It broke her tiny bones, destroyed her vital organs and tore apart her ski... More..
go now retreat from your hill dwellings no more will you plea for they will not have you return a fortnight from now bearing gifts of oil and her hair the incense wears heavy in the room and the moon will be full and you might be spared More..
Words blast once again out my stereo. I just can't take this tonight. I'm tired of feeling crestfallen and let down It's a strange emotion. Words can't describe the sinking feeling mixed with the slightest pleasure and delight. Maybe its a non sequitur, but welcome to my life. Convoluted, yet a bit melodramatic, I've learned... More..
degenerate complacency the century of the fool accomplishment technology the devolution of mankind More..
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