I've been writing poems ever since I can remember and I spend my free time writing poems and songs, playing the drums, drawing and reading. I am a drummer in several bands. Although we don't like to put our music into any genre, we do vary from soft indie rock to heavy metal. I use many of my poems in the band which we alter into songs. I am extremely musicly inspired and I listen to AFI, Placebo, Blaqk Audio, The Kooks, Son Of Sam, The 69 Eyes, MGMT, Bullet For My Valentine, Avenged Sevenfold, Tarjia Turunen, Nightwish, Schiller, Jeffree Star, Cradle Of Filth, The Automatic, The Moxy, HIM, a little Good Charlotte, Trivium, One Night Only, MSI, Go Audio, Deathstars, some 3o Seconds To Mars, some Coldplay, Indochine, The Medic Droid, Blink 182, a little Bob Marley, Jimmy Eat World, some Paulina Rubio, Kings Of Leon, Mike Terrana (drummer) , Timo Maas, Boys Like Girls, Sugarcult, Alpinestars, Trash Palace, Cat The Dog, and I love the hardcore drummer Joey Jordison and my all time favourite drummer Thomas Lang. I am very sociable although I do like to stay in my comfort zone at home. I love going to places that I have never been before. This inspires me both musically and artistically. I have poems and writing papers scattered around my room everywhere and have created a small book entitled 'Passion By Emma Woods' with many poems inside. I made the entire book and painted it black and red and when I look back at it, I realise just how long ago I actually made it due to my writing skills changing all the time.
Will you be smiling while I'm weeping?
What can I do to make you happy?
Are you smiling while I'm hurting?
Were you dancing while I waited for you?
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As the moon shines and hangs in the sky
And the birds are all asleep way up high
But the trees are still and nothing is heard
And from all the houses there is not a word
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His fingers are long like a pianist's touch
Looked into his eyes and made him blush
Slim and tall with eyes of jewels
His stare secure hs tease so cruel
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His eyes are fixated on her soul
Her scent lingers on his clothes
Her lips want nothing more than a kiss
His hands want nothing else but her
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