jolene-perron
Canadian
I'm a 16 year-old teenaged girl, but I'm not your average teenager. I read, I write, I escape. I don't wait for Twilight to come on the shelves and I deffinetely don't shop at brand-name stores every weekend. I write these poems & stories to express what I'm feeling. I write to get out of the real world and now you've entered my world. I'm an easy person to talk to but it takes alot to get me out of my shell. The best way to get to know me, is to read my poetry.
Tired of being here,
of always asking why.
Of thinking of quitting,
of saying to all "goodbye!"
Tired of being sleepy,
of wanting to take a nap.
Of life being hecktick,
and being so out of whack.
Tired of pleasing everyone,
except just me.
Of not having time,
to just be sixteen.
Tired of counting days,
until my life changes.
Two weeks 'till seventeen,
and I'm turning pages.
Tired of writing my story,
but running out of ink.
Of pages being left,
one, two, three - Blank.
Tired of life,
of being always let down.
Of not being me,
and being, who, a clown?
Tired ... just a word,
with so many things it fits.
Tired, my dear,
doesn't begin to describe it ...
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 6:12 PM UTC
I’m looking in a mirror,
and this face I see,
Tall with dark features,
at the age of sixteen.
At the age of sixteen,
I have seen the world.
The people, the faces,
the boys and girls.
At the age of sixteen,
I haven’t been far from home.
But I’ve made some friends,
and I’m not alone.
At the age of sixteen,
I’m aware what’s right.
What’s wrong in this world,
the hate and the strife.
But at the age of sixteen,
what confuses me still.
Is how you have children,
on your own free will.
But don’t care for them,
and spread your charade to we.
But I see behind the curtains,
And I’m only sixteen.
I’m only sixteen,
and I see what you do.
I’m behind the acts,
I’m standing beside you.
I’m screaming in your ears,
“Oh, don’t you see?!
The mess you’ve made?”
And I’m only sixteen.
I’m only sixteen,
I manage a life.
I have two jobs,
I am not a wife.
But I am sixteen,
and for a while back there.
I saw your kids more,
and gave them more care.
I am only sixteen,
I will be seventeen soon.
But I’m not stupid,
and I see what you do.
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
She walks through life,
Sunrise, sundown.
She begins to feel nothing,
she's wearing a frown.
Her perspective is lost,
her thoughts unknown.
Not even she,
can decipher this on her own.
Nothing is right,
and it doesn't make sense.
Why there are walls,
who put up this fence?
Is it a fear?
it's something she does not know.
She's oh so lost,
doesn't know where to go.
And she doesn't know why,
where it came from.
All she knows,
is she just feels numb.
She doesn't feel the sun,
she can't feel the warmth.
She's merely sliding by,
putting one foot forth.
The cold wind blows,
but it doesn't seem to matter.
She's standing at the bottom,
of this life's ladder.
And she's not quite sure,
where to go from here.
How to get farther,
how to conquere fear.
All she knows now,
not where she's from.
But all she feels now,
she's
Just
Numb.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
You are fear,
Comfort,
Honesty,
Warmth.
You are sunshine,
Sanity,
Romance,
A dream.
We are everything,
I've
Ever
Wanted.
We are teenaged,
Romance,
At
Best.
This is mine,
Ours,
Yours,
Us.
This is not,
For,
Their,
Judgement.
**This.
Is.
Real.**
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Have I ever mentioned,
that look in your eyes.
Makes me go crazy,
every single time.
You look at me,
you kiss my lips.
Your touch is warm,
upon my hips.
As you hold me close,
fitting like a piece.
Of the puzzle in your heart,
screaming defeat.
You've won me over,
my heart, my soul.
I'm falling, I'm falling,
I'm a spiraling fool.
But that's alright,
and I promise it's okay.
As long as I'm here with you,
yet another day.
As long as the sun shines,
warm on the earth.
As long as when you walk away,
my heart hurts.
So long as these feelings,
they never go away.
So long as you're here,
forever and always.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
I'm looking at myself,
in the mirrow in front of me.
I'm picturing who I was,
who I'll never again be.
Someone who's been forgotten,
and lost within the year.
The time that's passed in which,
I've shed millions of tears.
In searching for someone,
who was lost so far beneath.
The lies, the scars, the hatred,
couldn't stand on two feet.
I was always falling down,
I was always on my knees.
Crying out for help,
screaming "Someone. Please!"
I used to be someone,
who gave everything but.
Left nothing for myself,
and dug myself a rut.
I crawled down deep,
hiding in my shame.
Losing myself,
forgetting even my name.
But now as I stand,
confident and tall.
I see where I was,
and I'm tearing down the walls.
I'm loving who I am,
and where I am in life.
I'm making a change now,
and everything is right.
My grades, my work, my life,
new friends I'm surrounded with.
The boy by my side,
who reassures me with each kiss.
I've taken myself from the drama,
the cruelty and lies.
I'm moving forward now,
leaving it all behind.
I'm someone different but,
never will I forget.
Who I was before,
everything that was meant.
For where I've been back there,
and where I am now.
Is the secret to the life,
in which I have found.
I'm standing tall and proud,
beautiful inside and out.
I didn't run away from it,
instead, I found a way out ...
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 5:48 PM UTC
Going through pictures,
the moments, the laughs.
Going through memories,
when I sat on your lap.
I captured a moment,
who we were back then.
Wasn't long ago,
but I remember when.
The exact moment in time,
when my finger hit the button.
Who we were then,
it seems to be forgotten.
I'm tired of moving on,
I just want to stay still.
Be me, as I am, forever,
I'm wishing with all my will.
I don't wanna grow up,
don't wanna lose this.
Who we all used to be,
it's something I truely miss.
Back then, back when,
we were loving and laughing.
University was far away,
life seemed like a simple thing.
But now, I'm struggling,
school, social life, work and sleep.
Seems we can only ever have,
one, two, maybe three.
And as we grow up , get older,
things are constantly at change.
People grow up,
and sometimes feelings fade.
I hate change,
and I only wish it would stop.
But it doesn't matter,
what I wish, what I want.
Because life is going to keep moving,
and I just have to hold on.
Look at this picture and memory,
and accept that it's gone.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
There are things in this life,
that I live for every day.
Things in this life in which,
I lose myself in every way.
Your eyes, your hands,
the way you hold me just so.
They way you kiss my lips,
as I'm wishing you would never go.
The way the clouds in the sky,
looking so fluffy one afternoon.
Then suddenly, they take a turn,
and there's no sight of even the moon.
The way the music flows,
softly in my ears.
As I sit and listen with you,
and it drowns out my fears.
You, you're beautiful to me,
and if only you could see.
How strong you really are,
how amazing you can be.
You give me butterflies,
and it's truely amazing now.
How the world can be collapsing beneath,
but you're with me anyhow.
We're so afraid of change, and yet,
it's so prominent in our lives.
Things fall apart, things fall together,
things left like destructed coal mines.
Life can fall apart,
and our world can be in ruins.
But this is the road to transformation,
let us let it begin.
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 3:11 PM UTC
Hey there, morning glory,
in this brand new light.
My mind is going in thirty directions,
I'm thinking fight or flight.
Your touch is like fire,
your kisses burn my lips.
My tummy's turning like never before,
your hands upon my hips.
You moved in quick at first,
I was almost caught off guard.
Even after knowning you,
for three years, I was alarmed.
But it's never felt so right,
and not quite so intense.
You broke down my brick wall,
put a hole in my fence.
And now you have me singing,
my, oh my, oh my.
You've shown me compassion,
and trust so hard to find.
You're the only person around,
who's never left my side.
Who could know not a thing going on,
but be there immediately to confide.
You've held me close before,
told me reassuring words.
You always know just what to say,
to take away my hurt.
And now here we are,
our friendship's taken a turn.
Would you have thought three years ago,
it would be for my heart you's yearn?
When we sat reading to eachother,
our stories and poetry after school.
That now you would be holding me,
could I have been that much of a fool.
Not to see the way you look,
that compassion in your eyes.
I'm seeing you differently now,
after all of my goodbyes.
I'm hoping that just maybe,
this is true, for real.
Because, darling, I've fallen for you,
and I'm going head over heels.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 4:24 PM UTC
This is something moral,
something I believe.
I promise, I won't stop,
fighting 'till I acheieve.
You may call me,
some kind of drama queen.
But there's more to it,
you're not listening to me.
I have a reason behind,
there's truth in all I say.
I'm fighting for a good reason,
in each and every way.
The truth, the lies, the story,
everything I know.
Fighting for beliefs,
or for someone not to go.
For something maybe anything,
but I promise I won't quit.
And I won't put up with this,
none of your ****
Because what I believe is true,
are my morals and they're mine.
I'll make them heard, I promise,
I'm a fighter, you're out of line.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 11:11 AM UTC