Biography of emma anderson
Im a young mum with three great kids and one great husband, I write poems and stories for them to keep them amused, sometimes i let them tell me what to write which creates some wonderful and strange stories. I also use writing as a release for my emotions, all of them, anger, fear, love and saddness.
I've been through quite alot in my short 26yr life, and writing gets me through the highs and lows of life. I hope you enjoy my poems. best wishes to all xx
emma anderson Poems
Big Scary Monsters
Big scary monsters, the ones that get you at night, they hide in cupboards and behind doors, just to give you a fright!
Remembering everything, i never forget, The tiniest detail, The smallest word, The happiest smile,
Your mother is one of the most important people in your life, shes always there for you no matter what you do, her arms are always open in times of trouble and strief.
Making Me Want You More.
From the moment i open my eyes 'till the moment i close them, I have something on my mind Its you, No matter where i go or what i do
The burning up feeling, The muffled screams i can hear in the distance, they're coming from me, I feel sick,
The Last Race
The burst of energy as the doors are openly flung, The wind through his flapping wings echoing like a drum, The feel of the cool sea breeze leaving its sting in the air, now its time for him to decide where.
The lights have gone out, all the doors are closed, the petals have all fallen from the once radiant rose, the early morning sun rises
Loving someone is hard work, Always made easier when being loved back. Hurt is something you never get over,
Missing the person I was, Wishing I could be her again, Hoping I can just make it through, Fighting all these tears and pain.
My Advice For Growning Up
As i watch you grow up seeing the smiles in your eyes watching the love growing inside of you but still being there when you cry
The Somebody Poem
The divine right we seem to think we have of calling someone mine, is NOT something we have. Nobody belongs to anybody,
The Somebody Poem
The divine right we seem to think we have
of calling someone mine,
is NOT something we have.
Nobody belongs to anybody,
and anybody who thinks a certain someone belongs to them
that somebody belongs to themseleves and themselves only.
A somebody can choose to spend their life with another somebody
but will never belong to any somebody, just themseleves.