Sunday, March 28, 2010

I'm naked and you can see me......

Sitting outside in my fur jacket
No lace panties decorating my rear
Dripping so crude
Feeling erotic
No where near prude

Sexual flavors filter my lungs
Filter my chest
No eyelids at rest
Witches at night
We are at our best

Salty taste between my thighs
Dark and seductive
are my black brown eyes

My last clove
painting circles in the air
My skin once red from lust
now it fades back to fair

His grey eyes
Turned to an ocean of blue
all during a moment inside of me

Pandora Renea **COPYRIGHT**

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pandora's box of poetic flow

There was a girl named Ell
Imaginary and swell

Seemed a sincere friend
Claiming we were sisters till the end

Trusting too quick
as I had before
I was there every time she cried
Fists pounding bloody on my door

Letting the tears drain with friendship chains
Wrapped around my brain
Day by day things escalated to insane

Her cries were of a man
poison dripping from her eyes
She yelled how much of his cock
She despised

Hugs to warm her heart
Songs to cheer her mood
Long talks and I had shown her the uncrude

She spied the man
Whom was happy with me
Imaginary Ell turned slave to Queen Jealousy

Corrupted moments of sorrow
Her tears not of him
Yet now staining me
Wanting all my time
Yearning to be my twisted crime

Adultery Fled through her veins
didn't know it was my neck
she'd love to hold in reins

A dark grave, her teeth like a shark
We smoked cloves in the park
I wanted to fly away or fade to black
become the shadows in the dark

High in the sky
I watched my night bird fly by
I yelled at the shadows
who didn't look back at me
nor even try

I aimed to run
far from this imaginary nun
but to much had begun

So much blood dripped down my thighs
drunken moments, blades in motion
All this only to escape my own cries

Telling me I was a faint dream
First a whisper
Then a scream

Speaking my mind
telling her no-rewind

Black filled her eyes
grasping my kindness
Determined to push me into my

I took my key from her hand
She started to whither and fall from her stand

Fingers outstretched
for me
To hold her hand
Her madness was already too old

Walking away
Never turning back
I heard her heart break
I heard her heart crack

Walking a line of fire Imaginary Ell
It was you I had to retire

Draining my well
as far as you fell
I stood my ground
the roots I hold at bound

My imaginary Ell
It is now you I despise
I cherish the silence
Are you surprised?
Because like air I rise.

Pandora Renea 12/2009 **COPYRIGHT**

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Don't dance with the outspoken......

.....If you can't handle whats spoken!

My advice for people who ask for advice, questions, concerns, or just plain talk in general. I am on of those OUTspoken individuals. I have been a very honest OUTspoken woman since I was able to talk...well I will say I have done some lying yes but childhood years and teenage years (to your parents) doesn't count **Giggle giggle**.

So today I feel the need to write about the people that can't handle anything being said to them unless they agree with it or it benefits them. I have watched this behavior for way to long and vented to my close friends time after time again. Those friends so loyally listened with an open perspective or just was an ear for me to fill, and some vented right on back, which I openly listened and appreciated the fact my friends feel comfortable with me to say whatever they want. I admire that in them. I am that kind of friend, I speak my mind too and my real friends admire that in me as well. We are all human and we all have opinions, to hold them in would be a waste of time.

Then there are the people who don't like to listen nor like an opinion or advice or words at all if it doesn't pertain to their state of living or so called "being on their side." I have realized these are some sad minded people and should really try taking themselves off their thrown and looking at us simple folk with kind eyes and an open heart....but instead they look past us for someone with an open wallet or submissive slave like trait. Your probably reading this and thinking " wow she is really crapping out of her mouth and onto the computer" but that is how I feel when it comes to certain selfish people.

I have a story for you that you may or may not relate to. The names in this story are changed. So if its your name.....don't jump into self assumption and if you may have some guilt to deal with.

Nancy and Beth were having some issues and Carla was in the middle of the fight. Beth won't talk to Nancy for reasons unknown, she also decide to leave Carla alone as well. Carla became very concerned and was curious as to what was going on with her friend, so she asked Nancy. Nancy said " she needs space and sooner or later she will come around." So Carla stayed distant but still let Beth know she was there for her when she was ready to talk or needed a shoulder to melt on. Later down the road Nancy stated Beth was completely ignoring her and she wasn't happy about it one bit. Venting to Carla about how rude it was to be ignored by Beth, Carla said " we just need to give her the space she needs, you said so yourself, don't worry she will come around" Nancy was not looking for this response, she was looking for a least that is what Carla thought. Nancy snapped back stating how much more this hurt her then it could hurt Carla and Carla has no room to talk. Being thrown back by this Carla asked Nancy what did she expect her to say, Nancy said "who's fucking side are you on anyway" Carla didn't need this mess and ended the conversation fast.

Several weeks went by and daily Nancy called requesting info on Beth's whereabouts and assumed she was hanging with this and that person but not Nancy and kept harassing Carla and Carla's outside friends whom knew nothing of what was going on. Any time Nancy needed something she would call Carla and then if she didn't get what she wanted she then switched the subject to vent on about Beth. Carla can't get a word in or help in anyway or share her concerns because the minute she says something Nancy would take it the wrong way and assume the worst and treat Carla with disrespect. To end the story short......Beth is still not speaking to Nancy and nor is Carla......Beth and Carla are now speaking and do not discuss the Nancy situation so that they can move forward in life and go from there.

What are your thoughts on this story? What is Carla's personality type? What is Nancy's? What happens when you only think of yourself and push aside the people you so call care about?

I being one of those OUTspoke gals and open minded am OPEN to your feedback and strongly urge it. I for one am moving forward in life and positivity is my goal.

Something wicked this was comes.....her name is PANDORA RENEA!

Sweet lolly pops and chocolate truffles!
Pandora Renea

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Being in the middle of a cross fire

*** note the picture above courtesy of Mr Tim Burton, is how my inner anger looks like*** good ol' windy Tuesday. Tuesday the day I take my son to swim class, the day a family member shows up to help cheer the lad on while he cautiously bobs his head under water and gets in and out of the pool only because he thinks it will swallow him up, thanks to his last weeks instructor who didn't listen to him when he said he "COULDN'T" swim. You can guess what happened from there, but mommy was there to rescue even with her own fear of water sheltered behind the super mommy hero moment.

To get to the point I am very BLAH at this moment when I talk about the battle between my mom and her mom. These two have not spoke to one another since 1999 I would say....or 2000 but now it is 2010 and you could imagine how hard getting family functions together is now. No one wants to communicate with anyone and others have a set way of how THEY think the holidays should go and won't even budge from the tradition and actually open up to the new members of the current family, married in or not.

So as all this has transpired over the years I have always been the one pulled in the direction of guilt and manipulation in a bland way, whether they think they are doing it or not it still happens and then once I choose which house I will go to for a holiday and bring my son, then the other side of this dispute ends up giving me a guilt trip in their own kind of way and let me just say this " I am not a puppet or an easy girl to manipulate and I will stand my ground with what is the best positive energy to have around my son" so saying that I have started to come up with ideas for those holidays...which I will address later. But for now its the swim family duel and I am here to share the strength of my facts.

1) I will be finding out who is coming to the swim each week as if I have a sign up sheet or something.

2) I then will not let the other know so and so is attending so that I do not have to hear the wrath or venting of the other distressed party...or both.

3) the seating arrangement is the one thing I felt as "being in the middle of the crossfire" so to fix this I will arrange an area where I will sit as I please ALONE watching my son, while to battled family members sit anywhere they please and can look as pissy as they like with out that energy zooming into my direction or my sons.

4) the most important one! No one will get to talk to my son in advance and make FALSE promises that they will be attending his activity and then later bail on him last minute once they find out the war ground has the other opponent glaring and mean mugging at their little green swim visitor post. That's my sons FUN after school activity and that's just what it is supposed to be....FUN not grungy or negative.

So to conclude my bit of a rant, I have to say being involved in a stubborn bull headed egotistical family war is just that...a war and the only way to not get in between it is to focus on the rules you set for yourself as boundaries for you and yours.

Ugggggggg families are to dramatic....I hate soap opera's for this very reason!

Loves and kisses,
Pandora Renea

comments anyone?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Welcome to my planet pandora.

Hello new readers (literally new since I am new on this sight)!

I am Pandora Renea....lets see what can I tell you about myself with out making it one huge novel.OK so I am 27 technically but turn 28 on April 2ND...that's right I am not a fool I was just born after all of them and then have had my foolish moments.
Anyways, moving right along...I am a mother of one handsome and emotional 6yo boy, he is a cancer and if you know astrology you would know this Aries mama has her hands full of sensitivity and emotional roller-coasters. He is the love of my life and the very reason I wake up at the crack of 5am to get ready for work and to get him to school as well. He is dealing with the hardships and wonders of first grade, all the bullies and all the cootie discussion to last a elementary life time.

Then there is my man whom I so dearly love and have been close friends for 16yrs now and the hitch on our relationship that makes it a "blog for a later date" is that I dated his crazy stubborn brother in 1999 (one of my foolish moments in time) and my man doesn't even hold that against me...which is one of a million reasons why I love him and his character.....more to come on that.

I also have two cats names Meesha and Pookie. Quick intro to these two fur bags. Meesha is the cat I rescued from death row and by her mood swings and her playing hard to get tells me she isn't to grateful of me and my bail out skills to get her a nice home. She is a blog in itself....believe me she is one crafty sneaky kitty. I think she visits Satan's lair when she needs a re-up on "badassery." Then there is dear sweet pookie, the princess of power, the cat with a purpose. "what purpose you ask?" Why its the purpose of seeing how spoiled her daddy and mommy (my man and I) will let her get...mainly daddy. She has crazy Lil quirks that she makes sure get fixed with in the minute of NOW. She is a talker too so if you don't give her what she wants then she will yell at you in the cat scream and find ways to run in front of you while you walk so that you so conveniently get tripped by her slick skittzy moves.

So enough of that little family run through. I have wrote all I can write at this time and later I will be back to intro more of myself since I kinda veered away from that in the first place and wrote other shenanigans....Hence the name of Pandora's blogs.

Later to you all.......blogging soon at a near you!!!!