Emma Jane Rae
Biography of Emma Jane Rae
hi i love writing poetry it expresses me in a way i can't explain through speech it comes out better in writting! i work as a teaching assistant for special needs children! alot of my poems come from my own experiences please read and enjoy! .....
Emma Jane Rae Poems
A Final Goodbye
Do you think, it's ok to give these commands? Do you think, it's acceptable to make,
An Angel Never Dies!
Don't let them say i was never born, that something stopped my heart, i felt each tender squeeze you gave, i loved you from the start,
Angry At You!
My eyes feel so heavy, from a distinct lack of sleep, i get in bed lay as still as a corpse, then i feel my eyes begin to weep,
Behind The Mask.
Under the mask, theres just a little girl, so frightened, so scared, so unprepared,
Weeping Willow (From The Film My Girl)
Weeping willow with your tears running down, why do you always weep and frown? is it because he left you one day? is it because he couldnt not stay?
You were my strenght, when i was weak, you were my voice, when i couldn't speak,
Have you ever felt betrayed? by those you thought you loved? it really hurts even more so, coz they didnt give a stuff,
A Year Ago Today (10th May)
A year ago today, you turned your back, and walked away, i can't get over it,
~ The Party ~
* A poem i found on the internet it sends shivers down my spine * I went to a party, mom, and remembered what you said,
A Killer On The Loose.
this is about all gun crime that goes on around us: Bang Bang, 1 bullet, your head! ,
Can'T Let Go....
id do anything to see your grinning face, in seconds your life was took away, such a shame, such a waste, ill never forget that phonecall,
Things were so good at the start, then you changed, didnt act so smart, you didnt let me breathe,
Black And White.
Everything you sense through sight, you only percieve in black and white, everything that people have got to say, you ignore them completely-you walk away,
I want to walk outside, feel the grass beneath my feet, before taking my place, on the wooden seat,
Why do you get kicks,
out of watching me cry?
does it make you feel big,
when i want to die?
does it make you feel good,
telling lies about me?
your acting like a fool,
and everyone can see,
how does it feel,