Ginger With A Pen : Writing

Hidden Forces

Hidden Forces

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


The music plays away the demons in my head.The demons with the stolen voices of angels.Or maybe I'm the demon?Twisting the voices of angels to sounds ..
Crazy

Crazy

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


You think I'm out of my mind?Well, you're right.But remember this, my dear reader.I'm all the way out here,Because it's much scarierinside
Coward

Coward

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


I’m disgusting.I’m afraid of everything.I’m scared of the dark,Of my dad,Of myself.I’m afraid of living,But I’m slightly..
Barely Holding On

Barely Holding On

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


I give up...This is like my motto.But I'm a hypocrite.I wake up every morning,Wishing I hadn't.I'd end things myself,But Ijust freeze every time I com..
Another Kind of Water Cycle

Another Kind of Water Cycle

A Story by Ginger With A Pen


A lonely white cloud glides through an otherwise clear blue skyMinutes, hours, days passJust as the cloud loses hope and begins to fade away, the blue..
Abstract Mind

Abstract Mind

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


Every thought I have feels quite artistic,Poetic, thoughtful, dramatic,Whatever you may choose to call it.But how do I express these thoughts to other..
Abstract Expression

Abstract Expression

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


How do you do it?How does one take an abstract painting,And interpret it as words, sentences, stories?How do you give a color an emotion?What language..
A Celestial Pair

A Celestial Pair

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


You two are sadly misunderstood.From ancient lore to modern poetry and children's stories,You are depicted aslightanddarkHotandcoldLifeanddeathBut tha..
"Stranger"

"Stranger"

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


Who am I?I don’t know anymore.It’s hard to live a life,Where are your fond memories feel like you’re watching someone else’s l..
"Poetry"

"Poetry"

A Poem by Ginger With A Pen


Anything is poetry if you just hit "enter" a bunch of times.Sentences and paragraphs become lines and stanzas.And when you're done, look at your maste..