Biography of Jennifer Ottinger
I have always loved poetry, and even more so, writing it like the things I publish here on this site. Through these poems I do express what I feel, or I write about other people's arrangements. A lot of my inspiration comes from music, and trust me, it's not the same as the song, just lyrics that jump out at me. Hopefully you will all respect my poetry, or at least give me helpful advice.
Jennifer Ottinger Poems
Crying out in fear, When no one can hear, My final breaths Will be my death.
Bullets resounding in dry air. Blood staining uniforms Cries and shouts across the field No one could hear what was
Can you protect me From prying hands? Can you pick me up When I fall down?
Watching the snow float down, My lips slowly curl into a frown. Wondering the whole while, If I could ever smile.
Don’t keep me tied down. Don’t tell me no. You have no idea That I long for my life.
I feel torn to pieces. Eyes of betrayal. Not understanding real words. Everything is blurred.
Same Sky Worlds Apart
Clear skies of heavenly blue The sun shining through beautiful green Wind whispering through strands of hair Complete peace out here
Waiting For Memories
Just close your eyes Think of the first time Where we shared dreams We had a life ahead of us
Taking Things In Stride
Voices and Echos resound Bouncing off the cement walls Everyone trying to be heard Skin flushed with anger
Trust No More
I'm not trusted at all no more, ever. Even my own mother, is casting me out.
No longer needed Get out No longer loved Hate you
The paint brush is dipped in red, the substance dark and thick. A razor lay to the side, liquid crimson dripped off.
Gripping the hand of someone, Asking for one last thing. Could kill you on the inside, Till you see them again.
Blank darkness behind closed eyes. Thinking imagining To fill the gaps. Private thoughts overwhelm me.
I am the unwanted child,
Who has grown quite wild.
To be sent off somewhere,
Or just to disappear in thin air.
There was no love,
But the one rough shove.
Nothing but the tears,
And huddling with fears.
Why now after so long?
Was I not but a little wrong?