Biography of Heather Kemper
I am married with two wonderful children. My husband has been one of my biggest supporters over the years.
I started writing my freshman year in high-school, and have been writing ever since.
My husband whom I've been with for fourteen years is my number one supporter and best friend. These poems are dedicated to him.
Though we have been together many years now and love each other dearly, we joke that if we had to describe our life in one sentence it would be ' It ain't always been fun, but it's never been boring! '
We struggle and we fight for each other, . And even if we somehow were to find ourselves no longer together, I know he'll always be my best friend and there. It's for him I take the chance and share my writings and my soul with the world, .Without him I would never have the courage to do so.
Heather Kemper Poems
For every shadow seen and heard the winds change the day.
I am an addict if only an addict to myself. I am insecure afraid of never being loved by anyone else.
Magic The Gathering
Swamps and fire, forests and seas, plains tapped to cast a ward of green, As Gods we fight to be the winning hand,
Just Ask My
Heart, soul, body mind yours forever until the end of time. If you doubtthis love of mine
I Cry Because
I Cry Because I'm drowning in this darkness it's consuming me I know. I am scared to again be nothing
Hush sweet child dry your eyes. You're safe now forever it's all right.
I Won'T Say A Word
I won't say a word I won't make a sound. My heart won't ache my head won't pound.
The Mother I Know Is Dying
The mother I knoe is dying, her soul is going to heaven above. I look at her crying, I don't understand
With tiny hands and tiny feet. They are small and full of life. As they learn to talk
Didn'T I Tell You I Would
I miss you more than I ever thought I could. You underdstood me the way only you could.
By Your Side
My friend I love you more than ever I could say. You've brought me so much something new everyday.
How Many Times Have We
How many times have we looked the other way? Let ourselves be blinded never had anything to say?
The Little Things
The little things in life we forget from day to day. Their importance their special meaning
In the blink of an eye he took them home. One hundred sixty thousand a few and some. All at once not alone
My Last Words
Now I lay me down to sleep,
my crazy mind and arms at peace.
This empty heart torn apart,
these darkened days all gone by,
my grieving heart one last sigh.
Not ot blame mom and dad,
home again it's not so sad.
I finaly feel freedom,
after all crazy hearts don't deserve love,