Biography of Chrishtiana Reed
My name is chrishtiana. i am 21 years old. i have been writing since i can remember. Writing is what helps me cope with many things. the poems i have written are bits and pieces of me, my life written down on paper. most of my writings are from experience. they are how i feel, felt, been through, going through. Writing is essential for life. it is the place people can escape and express themselves. in those writings, readers can either connect with what is said, or no someone who can. with these gifts of writing i feel as though we should use them to say something, something meaningful. Something powerful. each word written down tells a story, the author has the power to determine what the story is and how it will turn out. if you read any of my work. feel free to express your thoughts. i would love to know how to better my writings. i have posted poems that are back from many years ago. i will slowly post poems from over the years.. i tend to write often, therefore it is hard to decide what to post, if to post, ect.
Chrishtiana Reed's Works:
i do not have any books published at the moment. however i would love to get my writings published and seen all across the world.
Chrishtiana Reed Poems
For the first time in a long time, it's hit me; All the pain and heartache, All the scars and scratches, All the cuts and bruises,
what do people see when they look at me? ? This is the question that goes through my mind all the time. Do they only see what's on the outside or do they see whats deep within?
! ! ! Don'T Say Goodbye! ! !
Why? Why did you say goodbye? I thought you loved me; I guess I was wrong.
This Is What I Say:
The day i die, Is the day i leave this all behind; The day when i leave this all behind, Is the day i say goodbye;
~love Still Stands~
Title Unknown, Written By ~ Emilee Farre...
Darkness fallows people around Until they are deep underground. Some of them comit suiside
Walls Closing In
I lay in a dark room asleep when all of the sudden i feel a light breeze. I woke up in a room whare darkness surrounds. I look to see if i can see anyone or anything.
Hey, i read your poems they aight, You got tallent, the words you say i can realate. The way you feel is the exact way i been feeling for many years, Its a miracle to see that there is someone out there that knows how i feel.
This Is What I Say Part 2: Final Goodby...
Today is the day, The day to say my last and final Goodbyes; To fially make things right.
All i can think aabout is him...how he is, if he is in trouble, if he is hurt, who he is with, or if he still even loves me. i dont understand why i cant stop thinking about him. i mean after all the pain and heartache he caused me. it makes no sence to me after all he put me through. but it seems like he keeps coming back like a cold or a flue.
Can anyone tell me why, why this is so hard, why he is all that is on my mind, why i could care and love for a heartbreaker? it hurts! itr hurts real