Biography of Erin Hanson
My names Erin Hanson. I was born in Phenoix, Arizona, my father Micheal left me when i was only 2 years old. When me and my mother Susan moved to Dallas, Texas.
My mom met a guy named Kyle, marring him when i was about 4. He adopted me when i was in the 4th grade at the age of 9. Before that when i was 6 they had my brother named Clayton. He is my half brother.
My Mom&Kyle had been togehter for almost 10 years when they decided to get in a divorce becuase he was abusing me and my little brother too much, and they just didnt get along that well.
Im now in the 9th grade at J.J.Pearce High School, and would like to get a scholarship in art. I would like to carry my carrer to Texas Tech to get a degree in Interior Design.
i love everyone. =)
Erin Hanson Poems
Where Will We Go
No seeing you, nor' talking all i hope is these feelings wont fade.
The Unforbidden Mistake
The unforbidden mistake that you and only you would make doen’t run to me with any questions so the answers shall not end and break. The open fire extinguishes the heat between our stick figures.
The reason why i cry at night when i feel lost and unwanted.... The reason why i scream so god damn loud! ! ! The reason why i sometimes feel like runing away.... The reason why i say no to any opportunity that comes my way! ...
Having those tremendous nightmares when theres chills throught the cold blooded body. as your not here to warm me up.
Confused And Lost Little Girl
your screaming while she sits there. I bet you dont know that shes soaking it all in. Shes switching parents every week or so.. to young ot know exactly whats going on.
They say time heals forgive, forget, im not sure i could im still awating
To My Love
You ask me what I like about you as each hour ticks by, each minute slows down. We talk about things that are unreal but unbelievably amazing. Walking resentfully towards one another
something tells me, your with me. looking up, heaven above.
Falling On My Own
Left you when I was so little what do you do with the pictures of you me and mommy do you hide them from your new family,
The Way I Feel
This kill, strive, hurt, screams echod on for help.
when our times up, its time to say goodbye, hand in hand, you look down on me.
Broken 3 Women
The dread and pain of hearing about it when the time is hard hitting. You never would dream about it being about you.
These soft bare tears tumbling across my cheek. Gloomy-Pale sadden faces, stumbling past me, as if someone just died.
Walking towards the father image ive always wanted somtimes more than oxygen
Your Past Hurts Me
all the past,
flowing viens, to dreams
say you quit
the one you love
shes feeling the pain
wondering asking herself questions
why his love.