TruthIt's been missing, gone and lost,Truth by GingerMama
Such a little thing with a terrible cost.
I never knew I had it, until I met you,
But when you left, it left too.
It made me smile and let out a joyous cry,
Now it just makes me want to die.
I've tried to fill its empty space,
But it can't be fixed with pretty lace.
It hurts to be near you, in your presence,
It truly feels like a death sentence.
Yet I smile and laugh, so not to be blue,
The Truth is simple: It's my love for you...
Love is a fountainLove is a fountain,Love is a fountain by GingerMama
Standing high, atop a tall mountain.
Desired so greatly for that which might flow,
Straight from the inner depths that glow.
Thoughts and dream can create such a place,
Wrapped up tight in ribbon and lace.
Fears and doubts will cause the stone to rumble,
Such a wonderful fountain beginning to crumble.
Love is a fountain, withering slowly with time,
Standing atop a tall mountain, now begin your own climb.
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