The DriftIt's happening; the days I've dreaded.The Drift by ~GingerMama
The breaking of ties; the 'drifting' is where this is headed.
I've noticed the things you both do,
Neither of you speak and I know its true.
"Let it go," I tell myself,
"Going mad with worry, is what you're doing to yourself."
One of you claims to know that of Love,
Will you still know when Push finally comes to shove?
The other sits idly by, not breathing a word,
Why won't you speak to me? This is absurd!
I can feel both of your distancing, your leaving.
I beg whoever is out there to make you both stay & keep me breathing.
But you won't, not either one of you.
So I watch quietly as my nightmares become true.
I'm scared, terrified, that we'll never have what we planned,
It doesn't matter now, it's all gone, all of it's been canned.
I wreath with fear to utter this short saying,
I love both of you, I wish you both were staying.
But you're not, neither am I,
All Seniors leave, but it's so difficult to say bye.
We're not just Senio
FlyMy background is really a quite complicated subject,Fly by ~GingerMama
I've tried my hardest, each year, not to let it go public.
I grew up in a place I can't really call a "home,"
Suffered through yelling and fighting, always made me feel so alone.
School was no different, I was alone through too,
"Freak!" They named me, painting me colors black and blue.
Years later, my mother came and took me away,
I was so glad that there might be light for a brand new day.
I love my mom, she's so gorgeous,
Although she may not see it, my step-dad is still wondrous.
Lived in the Underworld from since I was born,
Moved away at ten-years-old, yet I no longer feel torn.
Now I live in Olympus, a magnificent place,
Fourth grade til now, I'm tied in like a lace.
My heart beats with an artistic fury,
When drawing or singing, there's no need to hurry.
To be any kind of artist, you've got to have a passion,
You can't just sit back, you've got to make it happen.
I'm an artist in many different ways,
Joys and pain have made my
Keep Moving.Keep Moving. by ~GingerMama
Move forward. Keep walking.
You'll never know know where the road ends from standing by gawking.
Keep moving 'til you're hurt and in pain.
Never waver or you'll never truly feel the rain.
Push forward, step by step.
Why stop? You haven't tasted the depth!
Don't whine, you're almost there!
Why, can't you hear it in the air?
So move forward, keep going!
When you arrive it'll smell like a homecoming!
HeartI am a different person than ones others see me as.Heart by ~GingerMama
I am unique. I am an individual. I am me.
There is nothing that can change me.
I am kind. I am loyal. I am strong. I am me.
I know of life's hardships, I have suffered many. I do not speak of them 'fore it burns the inner confines of my heart to remember such pains. Yet, such as I feel need to preach them. And preach them I will!
Years of life under such an alcoholic 'birth-giver', indeed he gave me life, a life I wish not upon any. Mine elder blood, my sibling, lost as well. Oh, so lost. Long before I, she was. Lost with sex and drugs.. What I endured shouldn't be spoken, but it will! It shall!
Swing the bottle of pain and send me to harsh dreams with such lullabies. Along with these pains, ran dead days. Death by rock and earth, always thrashing against this heart of mine. No, trust not others, only thy self. My heart begged this to me. I could not, I dreamed not. I believed this place Hell. I tried to escape it, but could not. The