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Sep 2013 · 475
Life
Ginny Vollor Sep 2013
Wandering down an empty road
making a new path
a new life is born
a new piece of history
just waits to unfold

Driving past the city streets
in an alley is a seat
for the homeless, more a palace
where more then the rats come to feast

Sailing past the fish in the sea
looking in the water
ripples tearing through
soft glaze of the sun's reflection

Crawling through the woods at night
animals searching for a bite
jumping in a tree with all their might
forcing life to stop.

Wandering down an empty road
making a new path
a new life is born
a piece of history
that can never turn back.
Sep 2013 · 588
Disappearing Act
Ginny Vollor Sep 2013
Do it quick, she says
this won't hurt a bit he says

silence fills the room

a puff of smoke
and everything disappears

the audience just sits in awe

the stage goes black
the lights come up

people leave wondering what will become

the back doors open
the magician steps out

wandering into the night
Jul 2012 · 442
dreams
Ginny Vollor Jul 2012
I dream of your tears like a midnight moon
I feel your pain, but who can I trust saying that too?
Who would understand how I do?
Or why?
Why do you do that to yourself?
So that you cry?
I know how it feels to be alone
To be so depressed that you want to die
I know that feeling all to well
Just as I know your pain
Can you help me make things the way they were meant to be?
I feel the blood running down my hand
Was it all just a dream?
To kassi
Jul 2012 · 1.7k
The Friendship Tree
Ginny Vollor Jul 2012
A tree grown with care
Will never be bare

Loving words will help it rise
Through the dirt, to the sky

From the ground it will soar
In the yard forever more

With it's branches it will clasp
All the woods in it's grasp.

the needles will keep the limbs intact
While the cones become a snack

The squirrels will play, the birds will sing
From the branches, to the swing

It only takes a little work,
a little love, and a lot of dirt.
I put this poem together with a small tree as a favor for my sisters wedding.
Jan 2010 · 958
senses
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
i hear the crickets
i listen to the thunder
i hear the phone hang up
and i listen to the sirens screaming

i bite my tounge
i taste the rain
i bite my lip
and i taste the salt

i inhale the aromas
i smell the storm
i inhale the thick air
and i smell the dirt

i touch the sink
i feel the metal
i touch the floor
and i feel the pain

i see white walls
i imagine another life
i see my blood
and i imagine your face
Jan 2010 · 575
Broken Angel
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
She's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free
free from broken hearts
and broken lives

she's a broken angel
looking for a key
she's really not sure
where it could be
she's tired of lost hopes
and lost dreams

she's a broken angel
with no place to be
she lives amongst you and me
she wants to find her place
a place she can call her own

she needs to feel like a person
without a fear
she has some requests
which she needs to feel complete

she's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free.
Jan 2010 · 922
Endings
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
My heart stopped
synced to the dial tone

I knew I'd never hear your voice again

And suddenly I couldn't breath
as if a plastic bag was hung over my head

The world will end in a thunderstorm
brought on by the wind
and followed by a hurricane

The night is growing colder
as the clouds complete the sky

Those words played back
a broken record in my head

You said everything would be okay

But the walls were closing in
as if the world was tightening its grip

The world will end in a thunderstorm
brought on by the wind
and followed by a hurricane

The night is growing colder
as the clouds complete the sky

Please don't let this feeling be the last
I can't hold on to such a thought

And please keep close to my heart

It's outside in the back
sitting on the swing

and the storm is coming.
Jan 2010 · 694
Paper lives
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
Paper looks so much better
with ink bleeding through the seams

thoughts written down
to be crumpled up and thrown away

objects to be traded
only to fall inside the couch

making checks and bills
destroying lives and souls

words that can't be spoken
feelings that will never be heard

to be recycled
and forgotten
Jan 2010 · 939
Back Alley Abortion
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
day dreaming, there's music in my head
steps match the beat of the drums

a conductor in a grand orchestra

woken by the nightmare of your face
blood and oil pool the street

      run and hide she says
      there's no time to beg
      run and hide she says
      there's no time to plead

reflection of that knife
caught deep in the bone

last chance to say no

break through the bricks
never look back again

      better run he says
      there's no need to beg
      run home quick he says
      the dogs are out tonight.
Jan 2010 · 768
Roses
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
There's a long green ladder
leading to a grand red castle
with monsters along the way

the castle breathes a heavenly scent
its beauty shines like a million gold coins
while still delicate as a butterfly

its children, hidden deep below
wait for the perfect moment
a knight to soar in and carry them away

when the weather changes, the castle crumbles
only to rise again even more beautiful
reborn again like a great phoenix.
Jan 2010 · 668
Stuck in the Frozen River
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
I've smoked the strangest dope
I've sniffed the finest blow

Nothing compared to the feeling

I've climbed the tallest mountains
I've swam in the sea

Nothing screamed quite as loud

I've eaten the richest foods
I've felt the walls closing in

Nothing bled so deep

I've felt happiness
I've had the steel against my head

Nothing hurt like falling through the ice
Jan 2010 · 1.2k
The Gun
Ginny Vollor Jan 2010
The dark is a scary place
(when you're all alone)
Get out your switchblade
(face your fate)
follow her home
(hiding in the shadows)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)

Grab her hand
(pull her close)
she wanders with someone else
(she was never yours)
The cold hard truth
(she doesn't even know your name)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)

wait at the train station
(they arrive at eleven)
get out your .45
(no one will ever see them again)
photograph their faces
(a picture for your album)

The difference between love and ******
(is the gun)

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