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Chelsea Avendano Feb 2012
Right now my life is going places that I can't even describe.
I couldnt wish better than this, I earned this cause I tried.
I earned this cause my work is hard, and my words are quite sincere.
For poetry has been my life, and my dream for many years.

And even in my writing you can see a drastic change..
'Cause I dropped liabilities, and im writing free of rage.
The letters flow with passion that's descirbed by love and grace,
a way to take my anger and put greatness in its place.

A way of life I'll make of this, and I'm headed on that track.
So if I loose some "friends" that's fine, I still won't dare look back.
Maturity comes gradually, everyone learns this in time.
And I don't judge, or hold a grudge, but that show's ive done the climb.

I've grown into a woman that can over come some pain,
'cause see these words i write today from pain will be my gain.
Inspiration has many forms, I just harness it with rhyme.
No matter what the outcome, I know my writing will be prime.

See money isn't the goal I crave, but recongnition at it's best.
For life has put me through qutie a huge amount of tests.
But each one that is thrown at me has faded in the past,
cause one thing that i know is that my writing will always last.

So be happy for everything youve said to break me down.
For all your words will make my work easier than it sounds.
For every single hater, an artist will be born.
And every page they write, will live longer than your scorn.

So thank you for my wisdom, and thank you for your hate.
And thank you oh so ******* much, for making my life great.
jeffrey conyers Jun 2012
Who me?
Said you should listen to my every word.

Who me?
Said love is better when it's sincere.

False pretense has stoppped many relationships in their past.
Even marital unions that many thought would forever last.
We fake smiles like a woman does an ******.
Then truth emerge.
We wants to go looking for answers.

Who me?
Stated that we live according to our own rules.
We manipulate others to do our will.
So we personally won't look like a fool.

The gullibles admits their stupidity to the wise.
While the guilty constantly offer alibis.

Who me?
Cried foul.
When the good ones don't get recognized.

We struggle through life for recongnition.
Then like the famous tries to avoid the fame.
When we knew going end about the game.

Who me?
Can't admit the truth.
That deep down inside.
I wants to be known.

As a person that stood on his own.

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