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Ginny Vollor Apr 2017
There's a long green ladder
leading to a grand red castle
with monsters along the way

The castle breathes a heavenly scent
it's beauty shines like a million gold coins
while still delicate as a butterfly

It's children hidden deep below
wait for the right time
a knight to soar in and carry them away

When the weather changes the castle crumbles
only to rise again even more beautiful
reborn like a great phoenix out of the ashes
Ginny Vollor Apr 2017
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 deepest sea

Nothing screamed quite as loud

I've eaten the richest foods
I've felt the walls in my soul caving in

Nothing bled as deep

I've felt ultimate happiness
I've had cold steel against my head

Nothing hurt like falling in the frozen river
Ginny Vollor Apr 2017
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...

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...

Wait at the train station
         they arrive at eleven
Get out your forty-five
         nobody will ever see them again
Photograph their faces
         a picture for your album

The difference between love and ****** is the gun
Ginny Vollor Aug 2016
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.
Ginny Vollor Aug 2016
Paper looks so much better
With ink bleeding through the seams

Thoughts written down
To be crumbled 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
Ginny Vollor Aug 2016
My heart stopped
Synced to the dial tone

I knew I'd never hear your voice again

And suddenly I couldn't breathe
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 play 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 it's grip

The world would 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 by 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
Ginny Vollor Aug 2016
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
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