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Muggle Ginger Aug 2012
I’ve dumped thousands of words from the slide of my pen
Into the pools of my paper
An amusement park to clear my mind and regain feelings in my heart
But it’s been a long time since my heart bled onto these pages
Words that I cannot vocalize
Words for you that can't convey the intended emotion

Lately, in my solitude I dream of you and your gorgeous smile
It makes the butterflies in my stomach jump around like they just bought a trampoline
When I nap, I think of you
When my back needs scratched I ache for your hands
How perfect they would be to hold
When I look at the stars I can see the sparkle in your eyes

Not to be redundant or cliché
I could write about you and all the things I admire
But we have taken our time – so no rush now
Give me the time and I can show you how to really be happy
Like kids on a swing set

You opened my chest like banquet doors before the feast
And I want to give you your fill
All you can take in your own heart, and more
My love is my offer; this is my score.
Muggle Ginger Aug 2012
There's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated

I can always depend on my mama
And when it seems that I'm hopeless
You say the words that can get me back in focus
When I was sick as a little kid
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
And all my childhood memories
Are full of all the sweet things you did for me
And even though I act crazy
I gotta thank the Lord that you made me
There are no words that can express how I feel
And I appreciate, how you raised me
And all the extra love that you gave me
I wish I could take the pain away
If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day
Everything will be alright if ya hold on
It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on

There's no way I can pay you back
But my plan is to show you that I understand
You are appreciated
Reformat of "Dear Mama" by Tupac Shakur.
Muggle Ginger Aug 2012
A helping hand was never there
"I'll do it on my own"
A helping hand was never there
"I will stand alone"

A helping hand was never there
"I can force the victory"
A helping hand was never there
"I don’t just look; I try to see"

A helping hand was never there
"I thought they never cared"
A helping hand was never there
"I looked for it everywhere"

A helping hand was never there
"I shut it out long ago"
A helping hand was never there
"I turned myself from friend to foe"

A helping hand was always there
"Pride cut out my sight"
A helping hand was always there
"Willing to stay and fight"
Muggle Ginger Aug 2012
My big brother has always been a hero in my eyes
His actions were misleading, sort of in disguise
But I looked to him for the path to walk
Even before the days when I learned to talk

We were just kids, we would stay up late
Talking about our problems and all the people we used to “hate”
But as time went by, as if in the beat of a heart
We found ourselves in worlds; different and apart

The things he did and all the people he knew
Were of no use for me to actually get a clue
Begging for help, without ever saying a word
Makes it hard for your little brother to know your pain

Like the haze of smoke, we got caught coughing, trying to breath
But the oxygen was gone from the brother’s past
Nothing left but monoxide to toxify the bonds of brotherhood
We separated to two separate countries, how it was always supposed to be

But it was exactly different than it should have been
My brother is a hero for he showed me what not to do
He showed me who’s not cool – by being their friend
He helped me set my life on its proper way

So my brother I want to say,
You’re my unexpected hero.
Muggle Ginger Jul 2012
These past two days have come and gone,
I sat on my bed from dusk till dawn,
I couldn't stop thinking of you for a single minute,
People told me to do something... but I didn't,

I refused to listen,
I refused to hear,
All I cared about,
Was my sweet dear,

I closed my eyes and imagined your face,
We raced off together to a beautiful place,

We huggled,
We snuggled,
We laughed and we cried,
I wiped the teardrops away from your eye,

Don't worry my dear,
Everything will be all right,
When you lie down for bed,
Think of me saying, "Goodnight."
Special thanks to S. Ryan Berckmoes
Muggle Ginger Jul 2012
The adrenaline rush that I felt in your arms
Was enough to burst the fragile heart in my chest
See, I’ve been dropped before
I fell to the floor of love and my heart cracked like your mother’s vase
The pieces shattered in each direction
Breaking the walls of my heat’s protection
So when I was with you, the braces came down and the bandages were removed
My heart’s wings spread for the first time and I flew
Once again I could feel hope and show it in my eyes
You’re the doctor that cured me
You’re the pilot that flies my heart
Because my feelings for you could power a locomotive
That could carry the sorrows of the world to it’s broken tracks into the valley of relief
I dare say I could almost fly
Not metaphorically but literally
Sometimes I catch my heart floating a little too high
Out of it’s place, but still in bliss
It skips a few beats and comes back down
Like a hot air balloon filled with the heat of my feelings for you
So if I, one day
Defy gravity and begin to float away
Jump in the basket
Our adventure will have no horizons
Muggle Ginger Jul 2012
In my life I have come to find that opportunity always wears a mask
A hidden door or path that we could walk and find adventure
   or through the chance to perform a heroic task
Opportunity is not the girl who gives in too easy
Opportunity plays harder to get than that girl you have chased after for so long
In the footrace of life we are in constant motion
Looking for opportunities to ask Opportunity for an opportunity
Love, success, failure or risk
Broken hearts are just doors left cracked open
Illuminated by the light within showing the inside to possibility
Opportunity takes a broken heart, an open door, a creaky floor
And can send that person who will seal the cracks
An angel that can pass a wand or use some weird dust
   to heal the scars other may have left when they ripped open your chest
On the way out, they didn’t bother slamming to door
They left it open for the world to see you crying on the floor
As their steps fade away and the creaks stop in silence
Opportunity has a chance to whisper peace to your soul
In the emptiness and solitude of a dim and dusty heart
Opportunity often sends a person to clean the mess and turn you into the very best
Puzzles are great for the challenge each piece embodies
Once in the sum you lose sight of that one that drove you to the edge of sanity
So take the chances that Opportunity gives you
When they come a piece at a time, put it in your pocket and hold on
Like a lovers sacred locket, the pictures emulate what we define as fate
Eternity is made one moment at a time
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