Biography of Jennifer Johnson
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about me: I am a spiritual person. I don't just write, I bleed poetry. I am one of the many young poets trying to get published. Please, I beg of you comment and rate my poems. I am just trying to do something that is special to me. Writing is everything to me, that's what I want to do. But I need your help to do it. All you have to do is rate and comment. Thank you
Jennifer Johnson Poems
</>this world is filled with lies, oh, i wish the world didn't cry, many days come and go, go by so slow
By: Jennifer Johnson!
as i set here with nothing to do, i cant help but to think of you, i think about your eyes, and how you tell me no lies
everyday i set and wonder of who then i relized i'm thinking of who visions and memorys flood through my mind maybe because you not so kind!
there was a man in the prison who set there because of one reason he was thinking of three dead chidren at present which are not the living
Why Just Why
Why? ! Why did you die? ! And now in your coffin you lie I cry, I just cry... Every time I think about you
why is life so bad? why is life so sad? why are things so mean? why cant things be clean?
love is blind, love is pure, love is complicated, love is sure
Understanding My World
you say dont write a poem about violence exuse my my poem is not going to be silent are you living in the same world i am where children who cry over candy get back hand
The knife I hold tighten my clutch i cant let go it hurts to much the blood from my veins pour and pour all around me and all over the floor
Slit my wrist take away the pain slit my throat i'm to blame this pain hurts so much the pain i feel in every touch
A Desire Of Wealth
a desire of wealth flows through my skin, a new lie and love is set to begin, steal my heart or my soal, for you this is my number one goal,
daddy you left me, you went down the road, daddy you left me, you didnt come home.
Not Titled Yet
a desire of welth flows through my skin, a new life and love is set to begin, steal your heart and your soal, for you this is my number one goal,
This Isnt A Poem But A Letter
why is life so bad?
why is life so sad?
why are things so mean?
why cant things be clean?
only you know my thoughts,
no more lies in all these knots,
thoughts of love and hate,
i hope its not to late,