Jenna : Writing

Late night rain

Late night rain

A Poem by Jenna


As I lay in bed half past 11 I am surrounded by the sound of clouds above releasing their tears. Each single drop exploding itself onto my window, ..
My umbrella

My umbrella

A Poem by Jenna


My worn down umbrella could no longer withstand the constant drops of emotion, the kind that cannot be controlled no matter how hard you try. They've ..
The end?

The end?

A Poem by Jenna


Six hundred percent faster than before.This can no longer be denied.We simply cannot affordto turn a blind eye.Our water levels will and are rising.Po..