Biography of Jacquelyn Gagnon
My name is Jaci and here are my poems.
Jacquelyn Gagnon Poems
Missing You While You'Re Here
Lying with silent tears, Attempting to hide my fears, Sobs covered wit hdeep sighs, I secretly dry my eyes,
A Unique Timeline
It almost began without starting Then you changed my mind A whole new chapter of my life A Unique Timeline
Reply To My Brother
lucas lucas you are so far from right but ill write you this poem to shed some light
You Say I Can'T Help You?
An engineer drove a train that thought it could
Love Like Winter
you wont read this you have no reason to it was just a kiss probably meant nothing to you
Replies To A Friend
how could i get jealous if i don't like him? my mind splits in two they make me happy yet i fear what will happen this level of confusion is something new
Goodbye old friend we knew it would end signaled by true love to never see you again
Brief Like A Dream
who are you? o one from my dream, i saw in you, what you saw in me.
it's so calm and cool only the breath of the storm remains The night is a photograph of black and white, so still yet
what happens after you discover the reason you're happy is spite. you fight the affliction of this contagious depression by doing all that is right. it is an addiction this mental conviction of choosing night over day but in this confusion you come to the conclusion that you'll find no joy either way.
you told me you made up your mind that you are leaving this place behind you're packing your things today and moving far, far away
i was sharpening a knife i could of took a life yes that life would be mine i'm not gonna lie
nothing. that's what i feel nothing has happened, nothing seems real i walk around aimlessly wondering what to do how long have i been like this?
sitting in a room looking out the window watching the clock,5 minutes to go people chatting, pencils tapping freezing cuz i can feel the wind blow
sitting in a room looking out the window
watching the clock,5 minutes to go
people chatting, pencils tapping
freezing cuz i can feel the wind blow
the second hand moves slowly
watching, waiting, anticipating the bell
to go to the lesser hell
chaos. beeeep. i rise to my feet
now starts the race