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 Jan 2015 Grace Elizabeth
Denisse
I love words until I became one
I am made up of incomplete phrases
Not everyone knows who I am
And at some points, no one wants to understand

My mind is a dictionary of joy, pain, love, happiness and sadness
My heart is a pile of poetry
I can be the prettiest written song
Or the most beautiful sonnet that chills thy bone

My words can be a perfect haiku
I can turn every single thoughts in my mind to be a perfect sentence that complete the story
I can be the longest-endless novel
Or I can be the most  special prose that you'll never get bored of reading..
We write to express ourselves and at the same time to know who we are. I love my life, i love to blend it in the most beautiful metaphors. My thoughts are composed of poetic voices and to minimize the casualty, I know I have to inked them.
I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes were out of tears,
I've seen so much heart ache the last 21 years,
And still here I stand with a smile on my face,
I figure to grow bitter would be such a waste,
Of the beautiful gift my mom and dad gave me,
I hold all the power so I'll use it to save me,
And try as I might sometimes I still get down,
I know the flip side of a smile is a frown,
So I take the bad with the good and remain thankful,
Training this mind to see chaos as tranquil,
With a soul full of hope I have to carry on,
And try to make an inpact before my time is gone,
It hasn't all been good but its all been worth it,
Sometimes wisdom looks like pain on the surface,
Coming to place where you can't handle anymore,
Just shows you your strength and what you can endure,
And so far thats everything because I haven't broken yet,
I wish somethings didn't happen but I have no regrets,
Because the price of pain is knowledge gained,
Like a homeless man begging for change,
Self diagnosed insane because I didn't know my mental,
I think the best thing to do is let this stress make me gentle.

I love you dad.
When every one else
looked down on me
God saw the best I could be
God saw the wonderful potentail
That lay inside
No matter what anyone says
God sees you
He knows your hurt and pain
He sees you
The real you
You just have to see it
For yourself
i know your pain i over dig your struggle. but you have to evaluate and seach your heart and do better .
men lie and so do women. that doesnt mean that  money only matters.
cause gods coming back to clean up this disaster.
remember your worth become something.
strength lies within you. you are beautiful. its something about you.
i to have a song to sing no longer have thoughts that no ones listening,
obama in chair that was a wonderful year the hood knew now they can do anything.
but it starts with you cant wait for another malcom or martin luther king, just keep your dream .
A
Poem
Is just a
Jumbled mix
Of words, shaped
And shifted according
To the writer's every whim-
Lovely, gray, unexpected, cliche,
Harsh, crisp, ragged, soft, or pointed
As an
Arrowhead

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