Biography of Jacqueline Purcell
I've been writing poetry since the 6th grade. I hope to combine my writings and my guitar skills to one day make a band.
I'm trying to improve myself as a writer, any comments are much appreciated.
Jacqueline Purcell Poems
Thoughts burn my mind, and my mind steals my soul, My soul then gets transferred to who sought it long ago. The sight makes me sick, but all I can do is sit by, what’s the use to get my strength back if I’m too weak to try?
Never alone, all the friends you ‘made’ along the way will help you fine, They want attention, but sadly for them; they must stand in line… Enemies only with the doctors, who say the voices are never right… Will you agree to do everything the voices say tonight?
Comparing dusk to dawn, I can tell which hates me more, The one I cared for, the one I felt for and adored. When dawn has broken, I have begged for light to heal my wounds, And when the sun begins to rise, I feel my world being entombed.
I’ve overcome these obstacles, and challenged defeat Fell far too many times, yeah that sounds like me. You cant struggle with evil forever, the insides all come together. And I bet the truth will reach you before the troops.
Say anything. I swear you’ll win me back The hurt will go away as long as you’re here I’ve waited eternity, but I can feel the time getting short Immortality is so cruel, love is so gruesome
Stuck In Between
I could be famous, for I have figured out something new A grand new disease only one person could transmit to you. Its not your typical bi-polar, I call it “aggressive-depressive” The transmitter isn’t against will, for she is highly non-suppressive.
Du Darfst Mein Bestrafer Sein
The storm is residing over my head, at least it’ll keep the pressure away for now. The intense heat is making me shake, my palms are sweating. Could’ve made things easier; you love to make things complicated. Word play is funny, but the truth overrules it, and it’s a lot more comical when I’ve got you in checkmate, but that’s rare.
Never alone, all the friends you ‘made’ along the way will help you fine,
They want attention, but sadly for them; they must stand in line…
Enemies only with the doctors, who say the voices are never right…
Will you agree to do everything the voices say tonight?
The doctors say you’re sick, and 300 mgs will help,
Bud they don’t feel the types of feelings that you’ve felt.
They don’t know the friends you’ll lose if you swallow the M.A.S
“To be clean, this is all you need, ” doctor, you