Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Bright red blood turns into crimson,
As the darkness of death falls.
The undeads work is about to begin,
Then you hear their mournful calls.
“Come to me,” it seems their saying,
But you know you can’t give in.
You know you must keep on delaying,
If you don’t want to end up in sin.
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Have you ever, been face to face, with a great beast?
Tigers are one of the greatest, not one of the least.
Tigers are majestic things, fighters that they are.
They don’t have wings, they cannot fly, but you’re not that far.
They are creatures of great strength, you must’ve noticed that.
They’re beautiful, smart, and a soulful thing, not just a big cat.
They are good jumpers and great fighters, that I know too well.
They have teeth as sharp as knives and eyes that cast a spell.
Their claws, like spears, sharp as life, are great for how they eat.
They eat by stalk, they stalk to ****, they have no great defeat.
So if you ever, come face to face, with this great beast,
Remember what you’ve been told, he may think of you…
As a feast!
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Have you ever had that feeling,
That no one cares at all?
That if you fell off a ladder,
There would be no one to catch your fall?
Have you ever tried to **** yourself,
Just to see them react?
And when they found out what you did,
The all just turned their backs?
Have you ever yelled I HATE YOU!
To someone you really love,
And when you turn to say I’m sorry,
They just gave you a big shove?
Have you ever had that feeling,
That no one gives a ****?
They don’t even say you’re welcome,
When you say thank you sir or ma’am.
Nobody cares about you, nobody  cares at all.
Sometimes I stop and wonder,
Do I even belong at all?
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Sleeplessness keeps me up all night
It makes me see things all a fright
Insomnia is when I think my best
My mind runs crazy, all at rest
My mental illness has no cure
My subconscious, all is to lure
Brings me to a deep, dark place
I’m all alone, I have no space
I want out, I want to dream
I want to sleep, I may just scream
I don’t exactly, like to see
Two a.m. and a quarter ‘til three
Five f*cking hours, is NOT enough
My mind ends up all foggy and rough
Last time I checked, thinking was cool
It was needed, especially in school
I’d like to pass. Summer school’s no fun
During the summer, I should be sleeping in the sun
Sleep? What is this?  I do not recall…?
Oh yes, that is it…it’s been so **** long
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Why did you leave me?
I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Why did you leave me?
All you made me do was cry.
Why did you leave me?
I thought you’d be around, always.
Why did you leave me?
Then you were gone, in a matter of days.
Why did you leave me?
I thought I would die.
Why did you leave me?
Jump out a window, try to fly.
Why did you leave me?
Oh God, I’m so sad
Why did you leave me?
I love you, and I miss you Dad
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If  you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
Everything goes Black or White
No Grey shades to be found
Everything goes Up or Down
No Middle is around
Everything goes Right or Left
No Kind of in the air
Everything goes Black or White
No Grey shades anywhere
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Jenna Johnston Nov 2011
The scars keep coming
I don’t stop them
People see marks
I feel so condemned

They think the cat makes them
That’s what some are
The others are special
The ones like a star

The ones down my arm
And the one on my hand
The cat couldn’t make them
They had to be planned

They’re fading away
They were made long ago
But the one on my hand
It’s the one that shows

I made it last night
I’m making it now
Doesn’t hurt much though
I don’t know how

It needs to be deeper
It needs to stand out
It needs to be hidden
Beyond any doubt

I wonder what they’d say
If they knew what went on
In my head, they’d be scared
Didn’t know so much was wrong

It’d scare the hell from them
If they knew what I knew
Some know but don’t care
Some don’t but they do

I don’t know why I do it
Doesn’t give me a rush
I don’t do it for attention
I keep it hush hush

But I do it still
But I still don’t know why
I don’t to it ‘cause I’m drunk
I don’t do it ‘cause I’m high

I don’t do it ‘cause of pressure
At least, I don’t think
I guess I’ll never know
Do you think I need a shrink?
This is an original by Jenna Johnston. If you like it, by all means write it down, but give credit where credit is due, please
Next page