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 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 sound of your alarm, ringing inside your head.
My biggest fear is not this, it is not some thing that might come as normal scears.
Mine is to come home and not here a sound.
To not get a friendly hello, or a note to say where they have g