Un-Feel-Tered

By Chelle Conyer

Most of these poems are a small piece of myself, an insight to parts of my lifepast, present, and even future. They are fresh at the time they are written, a natural flow of raw emotions about whatever is going on around or inside of me at the time.

Its not clouded by anyones judgment. It is unbiased and true although sometimes dark or awkward. Some may appear too dark, too real, too hurtful, but that is real life at its finestcurve balls and alltotally un-feel-tered.

There is no filter in life when feelings are involved. We all fell them. Hidden or not, they happen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524532666

Chelle Conyer

As a small child, I was encouraged to read and write any and everything I got my little hands on. I loved it; I escaped in it. Writing frees me and let’s my mind scream, which soothes my soul; it is comfort. My name is`Chelle Conyer, and born in October, I identify with the fall season. Born and raised in Daytona Beach, writing is my form of emotional travel. This book is a piece of my mental travels made possible by everyone I have encountered in my lifetime.

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#1

You thought you had defeated me, thought you had won

Broke my heart and displayed your amount of fun.

The tears I cried left oceans and streams

Left me shattered with no hopes or no dreams.

Then one day the sun rose and I heard a bird

God began healing me from the anger and hurt.

It wasn’t all at once, it was gradual and slow

Almost like watching a seedling grow.

On that day, right then and there,

It was never more real that God does answer prayer.

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#2

With pen and paper I am beast

Feelings rise like unattended yeast.

I get mad wicked with pen and paper

Dispersing emotions like micro-condensed vapor!

Every wrong done or wished pours through ink

I don’t have to research- don’t have to think.

I remember the pain, the good, the bad

I can tell it all with this here pen and pad.

Made me cry? I remember you.

Some of this ink is talking to YOU.

Made me laugh, caused me joy?

I does this- this is my toy.

Truth lies on these pages

Stuff I have held in for too many ages.

With these words you look into my soul

This is my life-MY truths being told.

Hold a candle to me? You wish you could!

Walk a mile in my shoes? I wish you would!

See, I does this paper and I control this pen

These words are factual- real not even close to pretend.

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#3

Ladies, the first sign of disrespect- LEAVE!

DO NOT accept his lies, roses, sex, excuses or apologies.

If you stay it will only get worse- he will never change

Your life will be miserable -it will NEVER be the same!

His I’m sorries are empty, his I love you’s not true

Leave immediately -preserve-save YOU!

It’s not his hard days with the boss at work

That causes him to come home and make you hurt

It is not that his hustle game is getting harder every day

Accept no excuses for being treated in a poor way

A blessing will never demean you or tear you down

So as fast as he walked in, make him turn right around!

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Pleasure 1

You come in from work and hop into the shower, I have been waiting for you. We conversate about your day yelling back and forth while I prepare dinner. You say you need a towel. I bring you a towel only to find you standing dripping wet, totally exposed. You reach for