Biography of jeanne harmon
I'm 16 and as rebellous as ever. As i grow older i hope my poems' themes will grow but for now the complexity of my poems remain simple. Hopefully now that it is summer i will be able to concentrate on my writings but that seems impossible when i have to read two books and write book reports on both of the books. I do enjoy reading but not when i have a deadline. Also maybe one day i'll write down a poem right when i think of it making it all the more logical when on paper.
Of course i must tell you my favorite bands:
Goo Goo Dolls
that's all i can think of...
I hate warm weather and enjoy rain days. Since i live in New Orleans we rarely get snow here during the winter. We had snow two years ago though (woohoo!) .
Man, was that fun...and cold. Now i have to let my either determined or slow dog outside...bye!
jeanne harmon Poems
I’m sorry for not being there I’m sorry for never seeming to care I’m sorry if you thought I never loved you For that is surely not true
Open your eyes and start running Don’t stop running Your heart is beating Your head aching
what holds what
Memories hold true Moments hold memories Time holds moments Past holds time
A small tree
A small tree Alone in the dirt. small and innocent. Wind blowing through the leaves, smallest tree all around. Small and strong. No matter
The rain The rain falls down on me Time comes and goes
I am loved
When I fell down you picked me up.When I thought
I dreamed a dream
I dreamed a dream when I was young I dreamed a dream many times When I was 5 I felt so alive Dreaming of being a keeper of the zoo
There once was a place where everyone was Tan Every woman, child, and man Tan hair, Tan shoes, Tan skin, and Tan clothes Why they were all Tan is something that nobody knows
Long since pebbles have touched the water’s surface Creating ripples as it hits the water Three friends of old once came here But will never come back it fears
My pillow is my best friend
Woke up this morning as tired as can be Stayed up all night typing a term paper Probabaly will get a get D I splash some water in my face
Oh, how I love the Internet
Oh, this is taking way too long I think the sign that says it’s done is wrong The refresh button isn’t working And I think that the hammer in the garage may work
I'm here to decree
I’m here to decree That I have dreamed a dream of mixed reality I’ve climbed the highest mountain I’ve seen things that I thought my eyes would never behold
Frozen where I stand Phone still in my hand Time passing me unknowingly Everything seems likes a dream
Life is a funny thing sometimes it makes want to sing Sometimes our love runs on the loose And sometimes life is sour like pickle juice Sometimes life is sweet like the sweet smell of a rose
The rain falls down on me
Time comes and goes
When the rain is pouring it shows
I close my eyes trying to wish it away
Sometimes it feels like the rain is here to stay
It rains and it pours even though I close the doors
Why does this rain torture me?