Biography of Miranda Will
Contact me @: Randijay@gmail.com
My pen name comes form a nick name my uncle gave me when I was little. I am his favorite nice of 6, he is my one uncle that I do have contact with. My last name is my grandpa's last name and he has passed on. That is how I became Randi Jay Williamson.
I have a tendency to say what’s on my mind before thinking of the consequences, and often hurt the person I try not to hurt. I have been separated from all my friends and most of my family by their choice or gods. I have one really good friend that does understand what I am going through, because he is too going through something similar. I am thankful to this sight for giving people like me a way to let out my feelings in poetry as well as read others that I can relate to.
I am going through some really tough times right now. I found out that I need to have surgery on both of my feet for a problem that will only get worse the longer I wait. My mom made the appointments on April 5th 2010 and August 10th 2010. I will have so much free time that I will hopefully come up with some new poems. Until then, LOVE EVERYONE EVERYWHERE.
So This year I am a Senior in Highschool and I have not had much time to write poetry. I have alot of poems, but I have to type them up.
Miranda Will Poems
A Snowy Sunset
Snow Snow on the ground Sun is sinking down down down Trees trees covered in Wight People gasp at the sight
The Sad Story
By: A friend For: Everyone in the world, this may come in handy when you are lost. The sad story
I have this feeling I’ve never felt before It’s like the slamming of a door My heart ache’s to be with him
Love Or Not
When I was younger I was taught to love, To love anything and everything. As I get older I have learned that to be a lie. I had loved animals, people, teachers; everything,
My Drug Of Choice
My Drug of Choice To Me, Your Love Is My Morphine My Vicodin
My two Protectors, They can tell when I need them. Every morning Alex searches for me, When I am not there he worries.
By: Dominic B. For: Miranda (AKA) Randi Williamson Flowers
Where I Am From
I am from a small close knit family, From a place where stuffed animals are the best listeners I am from a house where tripping over milk cans are normal From a yard where UFF DA means S + hit
Society Is No Match
The color of our skin may be different But our hearts are the same We breathe the same air We live on the same earth
We Are Sisters, We Are Twins!
Three years ago you were the Freshman, I was the Sophomore, We connected like no one else ever has.
You must not belong here… I was down, Ready to give up, And you flew in and rescued me.
To Love You is Amazing I Feel as Though You Are My Air My Food, My Salvation
The Sad Story
By: A friend
For: Everyone in the world, this may come in handy when you are lost.
The sad story
Every day I open my eyes
I wonder if I will ever see
The one whom I'm destined to be
My heart is slowely dying