Biography of Jenny Molloy
i grow up in a small town in dublin.
i still live here and am very happy and live with family.
from a small age i loved storys and poems.
i have wrote many short storys but poems are me dream. i can get away from the world by writeing.
i love it!
i feel as if i can get me feelings accross more cleary by writeing. if i am sad or happy i write. all moods i am in i pick up the lap top or a pen and it just comes out. i also have wrote a few songs that have been read by a few people and hope to further that path.
Jenny Molloy Poems
Standing out side the door to unhappiness I took my last breath of freedom. I would of done any thing to run. A million questions left unanswered. Knock, please lord help me.
Please Dont Leave Me!
Father, father please don’t leave me. I need you to stay with me. Trough the good times and the bad, Help me stand tall.
My hero is not a like the rest, mine has changed over the years. A 5years old would say a cartoon creation, children are inanest, they don’t know my pain. At the age of 9 its manly a fiction carter from moves, but there not real, they are only imaginary. As a teen we don’t use hero’s in every day life, there to child like.
Dressed in all black, I try to breath, Slowly I walk trough the big wooden doors. A million eyes are on me,
The Last Year! ! !
The last bell rings, the English voice says goodbye. Class room like a battle field, running for the door. I sit waiting for them all to go, take it all in. One year fly’s by so fast, only started yesterday I taught.
A rock stands still, it can not move. The wave’s come in, slowly droning. One day it happened to change. No more wave’s.
A phone call in the middle of the night can scear a lot of people, A million questions run trough my head. Are my family at home? Are my family save? What about my friends? A scream from a room upstairs will shake your bones, give you quite a shook.
The smell of burning tires as I hold your hand, Squeezing your fingers even tighter. I hold my breath, must keep calm. The love bugs in the back scream,
My phone book is full of people, All driftnet sorts. From friends to family. But when I see your name,
Crash! ! !
The cold ground ageist my face, I struggle to move. My ears can heir crying, My eye’s can only see pain.
I Hate You! ! !
I cant wait for the day I can leave, Take of these chains that do surround me. I cant wait to be free, To fly like a bird,
Your fingers wrap around me, pushing me into to table. Pulling me onto your little games. Leading me into my room, I cant breath, my heart is saying no. Lying down I say no but noting stops.
Roxanne My Dear Friend
If I were to tell you how you make me feel, it would take a full year. All you would have to do it look out your window and take it all in. A young bird needs his mother like I need you. A dog wants his owner the same as I want you.
Tomorrow I will take on the world, I will have the energy to fight back. I will stand up tall, And say what I believe in.
A rock stands still, it can not move.
The wave’s come in, slowly droning.
One day it happened to change.
No more wave’s.
No more rock’s.
You saved me from a life of pain.
I now am free to hold my head up high.
I can listen to the birds in the sky.
I can now smell the sweet smell of the breeze in the meadow.