Biography of Jill Burns
I am currently sixteen and a Junior in high school. I started writting short stories in fifth grade and I got into writting poems a few months ago.
Reading my poetry, remember that I write when I'm upset and I really am very happy with life. I just love to write about things that are bothering me. Most of the time I write about my past or issues in the present. I really enjoy writting to get rid of thoughts and feelings that will eat away at me otherwise.
Jill Burns's Works:
Nobody has ever read my poems until now.
Jill Burns Poems
Your memory has faded into the distance To remember your face, I almost need assistance But what is left within the mist of my cloudy mind
Who cares for the one, one who bleeds for their fun the one who is lost to the sun
I have feelings, you know? And with you they always grow But I have to go, I'm sorry
In the deepest forest of my dreams people weap and I can hear their screams, but this forest isn't as it seems
You don't believe in me, though you have recieved my plea As long as I stay on the ground and don't make a sound,
Abused And Turned
The pain that I feel, increases with the bruises that will not heal And the pain that I've been forced to conceal has turned to hate, the one thing I can still feel
I lurk in the shadows and feed while they sleep, I take their life so fast that they don't even have time to weap Their blood enters my body like a flood of neverending life,
Love And Revenge
She was one too smart to fool, confidence was her tool She roams the world in search of one she must dual,
Take Out The Life
Sing a song of bitter indulgence Then ring the bell, saying sorry for your incompetence
Friend Or Foe
Your shallow heart won't beat in time with mine, but our paths always seem to intertwine Your demons work against you,
I can't break this wall, this solitude is breaking me And I know I'm starting to fall, but can you even see me?
Teens And Adults
So we've found a way to pass our time, we write down every random rhyme And we always pretend that we're all right, when we're not fine,
His eyes used to glow, his smile was brilliant How could we know that his smile would fade,
It's All You
Glory to yourself! I know you all to well Roll your eyes and fake a smile,
His eyes used to glow,
his smile was brilliant
How could we know that his smile would fade,
that his eyes would turn black
We sat back and watched like it was a show
In a week or so will there still be a show?