Biography of Crystal Williams
Ive been writing poems and songs since i was ten years old. Im like an addict, except writing is my choice of drug. I turn to wring poems and songs when im stressed or just need to release someething from my mind, I turn in onto paper. Its my stress releiver.
Crystal Williams Poems
The Voice Within
There's a voice within, Whispering all my secrets Whispering all my lies. There's a voice within,
As The Days Pass Us By
As the days pass us by On our lives we realize That each day that we wasted Is a choice we cant un-paste it
Thump thump thump.... I feel my heart beating Thump thump thump.... I pray my blood is still rushing
With eyes alive Or eyes asleep, Neither matters Yet you dream.
A Broken Love
When I’m afraid of loneliness, I tend to grasp onto the closest thing in my reach. I try to convince myself that maybe; just maybe, I need a little more time to heal from the broken love I once knew. And out of no where, all of a sudden, I feel that by forgiving and making up with the one’s who’ve tainted me, I can escape from the painful reality that I desperately need let them go. My memories don’t hold what my heart knows is a lie. Yet the broken love still lingers to blind me from the truth of my pains and hardships. By holding onto that person, I feel that a second chance is easier on my heart than facing the truth that once the trust is gone they’ll never get it back. Even though I’m afraid of letting go, my conscious reveals what my heart must do. For deep in the corners of my soul, I feel love’s pain. The aches of despair flow through my back resulting in a cluster of spasms. The weakness of my intelligence submissively blocks my knowledge of unwillingness to strive to push past my strongholds.
In A Sinner's Eyes
I feel the flesh on my bones weighing heavy and dense. As my muscles within, sporadically grow frightfully tense. I feel my spirit spiraling down towards weak. Every time I part my lips to courageously speak.
Rain relaxes the tension in my mind. It always soothes the feeling of temptation. rain lightens the burdens on my shoulders. it never makes me feel trapped in the life of passion.
The Day I Found Out
The day I found out Brought tears to my eyes That my favorite big brother Had been shot and died
The Deadly Day
I was chillin all day With not a care in the world Sittin back playin a game It was me and my homegirl
The Teenage Heart
Teenage years are those phases in a person’s life when they try to distinguish the rights and wrongs and make an effort to decipher the untold stories of the world. Some people have said that in these years, a teenager may find themselves caught in a whirl wind of mysteries. The effect of the uncertainty they encounter, is the quest for an honest friend. Someone they can confide in, tell all their secrets, and be themselves with. They search for someone that can understand them and accept them for who they truly are. They are eager to discover that person who can guide and accompany them through the many challenges that the teenage years can acquire. Therefore, it can be said that the root of a teenage love, is the mere pursuit of a genuine friendship. “What is love, ” asks a questionable youth. Some say that love is in fact the aspect due to which romance is conjured up into a relationship. Others believe that love is something that is individually determined and can not be measured by the eye. It is said by some that a teenage love most likely wouldn’t last a lifetime, but can be an experience in which the individual can take with them throughout their lifetime. Those experiences can create a more clear vision into relationships and can help teens construe future situations that are destined to come. The question shouldn’t be what is love, but what factors should they analyze before deciding to venture into an unknown direction.
Dear One Who Thought They Knew Me
I know I’m not perfect I know I’m no angel I know I’ve made mistakes Let a guy fool around
Once Innocent Child
How did an innocent child Over the years become so wild She used to feel like she was worth it Like the life she had she deserved it
A Long Missed Love
The love that we shared Took over my mind. I could never fall in love with another You were one of a kind.
Once Innocent Child
How did an innocent child
Over the years become so wild
She used to feel like she was worth it
Like the life she had she deserved it
Pretty, cute, and sweet is how she appeared
But soon something would happen to help smear her tears
Someone came along and hurt her heart
Invading her privacy and tore her self-esteem apart
At six years old she went through more than most