Biography of Jessica Beal
Well, for starters, my name is Jessica Beal. I was born on November 2. I have two sisters, one brother. I have been happily taken since August 22 of 2007. Reading and writing are my favorite past times. Photography is a passion of mine. Personality wise, I'm very loud and crazy, outspoken and opinionated, and sometimes a little shyy.. I'm usually found with a smile on my face :) I want to go to college and become a Speech-Language Pathologist.
Jessica Beal Poems
Dear, Soldier Boy
Dear, Soldier Boy, How I miss you so. I think about you everyday, And when you're coming home.
Forever Isn'T Long
Here I stand, Crying in the rain. Watching your tail-lights, All I feel is pain.
Daddy, I love you. Why don't you come get me? Why won't you call me? Is this how you want it to be?
Even If It's Only For Tonight
We're laying in your truck bed, Looking at the sky. You are in your uniform, That's when I start to cry.
Some Things Are Better Left Untold
I never said I dreamed of him, I reckon out of fear. I never said I thought of him, So now he's left me here.
A Beautiful Tomorrow
Darkness and hatred, Follows me around. My hopes sinking lower, I will surely drown.
Hanna-Rose, Is eight-years-old, With an attitude, Sweet and kind.
Shine On Me Today
Life is hard, So I've learned, Even though I'm young. I've begged for money,
Kill Me Now...
I feel so broken down. The pain is so unbearable, And I can’t stand the sound, Of my own screams.
The Perfect Kiss
Pressing your lips next to mine, I feel like water in your hands.
The It Girl
The It Girl- Someone who's stuck up and rude, Someone who doesn't care about anyone but themselves, Someone who is spoiled and gets anything,
Little Reanna is seven-years-old. With skinned knees, And her hair pulled back, She's as happy as she can be.
Here I am, Age fourteen. Why, oh, why, Did this happen to me?
The Evening Train
Dear Mother, There is no more pain. For when tomorrow comes, I'll be on the evening train.
The Open Window
Here I stand,
Just inside this open window.
My heart beats fast as I look down
Fourty stories below.
I turn around,
Thinking maybe you'll save me.
A tear rolls down my confused face.
You don't come,