Finding Yourself

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Home is where the heart is, And what if I can’t hear my heart beat? Cause all of my heart beats were beating for you  As you took a beating,
I look in the mirror Reflecting back I don't like what I see Group of girls besides me Looking pretty Why can't that be me?  They try to reassure me I see the lies through their teeth 
“Who am I?” I asked myself in freshman year. Silence. No answer.   I always felt lost like an outcast,
She was born from fire.AndFrom those ashes she rose.burnt skin-Burnt skin that sizzled down like gift paper that had been thrown into the fire.
They tell us that growing up is supposed to be the best time of our lives.  We figure out who we are, what we stand for, what matters to us.  But with this growth, comes painful lessons and tears and anger and hurt. 
I have spent most of my life determining who I am Who is Ivy? Is she me? Is she trapped behind a mirror? Is ivy who I am destined to be?
When you’re young life is so simple Never having to worry about a little pimple Smiles, laughs and always having attention from someone
  and I am sitting in my bed and i see the water turn my doorknob, dissolve the door hinges and all I can think is that “orange” is the only word that has ever seemed to rhyme
Isolation is the mask that disguises us from those who do not wish to observe. They have eyes, but they cannot see that we are all the same, just unique. I pray that one day they will open their eyes, so they can read in between the lines.
Mighty is a strong word but strong is stronger. That may not seem right but neither is wrong.   Hate is a strong word but love is stronger. That is always right but one is wrong.  
                                             My eyes rest for a second                      And for that moment it’s there again That grey stitched texture of the back seats
Oh, Mr. Plumber man, I heard drips from my sink. So I called you over, to come and fix the leak.
Greyhound is the grounds of reflection,All these lost souls and broken hearts on the bus I'm catching.Each and everyone weighed down by their luggage and baggage,Escaping wherever they came with their kids in hand. But I'm on the same route thoug
Onions   In a movie, an ugly, smelly ogre helped us find our layers.     -Nicholas Hardy  
9:17 you shot me a call unaware of why you were I had answered your voice was filled with joy I remember your family walking in you were telling them to leave (like always)
Hey old friend, I'm glad you're doin fine Thought I'd stop in just to drop a line  Heard you were worried Bout my life Guess you heard people didn't treat me right Hey old friend, did you forget What you did to me, do you regret? Cause though othe
I’ll never forget The day it all started. Driving home, I wasn’t excited to see you. I didn’t really miss you; Assuming it was nothing.   I’ll never forget The call to my best friend.
If you asked me to describe who I was last year I could not tell you Even she would not have the words to depict herself She had no clue Insecurities and emotions skewed her self-image Until she grew
  1.1 I posted my first song about you It used to be celebratory Now it's inflammatory It shouldn't be I saw midnight from the comfort of my sheets I should have been in your arms
All my life, my personality was in the dark stumbling around, not quite sure where I was, who I was I found a wall, followed it, found a doorway  
Just when I looked into your kaleidoscope eyes I knew that you had turned with the world to.
My soul is overflowing. My brain is overwhelmed. My heart is bleeding. Filling my veins and pouring itself through my fingertips. Mixing with the ink on the page. My words staring back at me.
When you feel that breeze on a Sunday,When you feel the world flowing,There is a feeling of peace.  When you wake up to the sunlight's kisses,When you stay up to the night's rhythm and blues, There is a feeling of harmony.  When you lose to a fami
He Was 6'5 Had Eyes that were a creamy brown The cutest smile And he somehow found his way to my heart… I thought that we were meant to be. And while I'm sitting here  Reminiscing
We write what we know what we feel what we perceive.   Everytime we write we leave a little of us behind in hopes that someone will pick us up and find us fascinating
As inhalation occurs, your mind is scanning, panning, and planning High pitch squeals and commotion amongst people occur Your fingers itch and twitch and launch for your pocket
    After spending months with you I can’t believe I thought you were the one too I hate that I fell for the idea of us You getting along with everyone was just a plus
                Who can be happy  When we dont live a world of reality? But in a world of perception, Without a sense of true direction.Fumbling around Are you lost?  Hoping to be found? Yes, I am. Help me and I'll help you  This is nothing but a
All my "friends" are gone and I'm left here alone. L o n e l y.  They took every piece of me with them. I am nothing without them.   I can't breathe. My chest is getting tighter and
Personality hardening like clay, Should I pick it up and throw it away? Worried about how you will scold me after I come home today, I’m afraid of the stains of the “play”, As you always would say.
Life is perfect now it hasn't always been see all of the problems started around the time that I turned ten   My dad died when I was six and then there came the coke Mommy became addicted
The moonlight rays Slice through your window, Similar to the way The blade kissed Your skin only moments ago. You look out with Blurry vision and
At first, I thought I was a mix of my sisters.   They were complete opposites: One was cautious, one was reckless. One did well in school, the other struggled. One was popular, the other had few friends.
I'm always so sad Someone tell me what's wrong.   They say there will come a day,
In the darkness you can see not a soul see not a soul but your own so there you are alone with familiar stranger feeling like you're in danger surrounded by who knows what the mystery weighs way too much
Though  many people surround me, I still feel alone. Even having someone to call my own, I still feel alone.
"Would you be like the others?", I pondered. It began with art and a hint of hesitancy. This was my thing. Our thing. And now you are here to share it. With us. One of the most magical days of my life
Silence.  It's what I hear when I listen for you. I look for you in the same place Only to find you the same way. I long to hear you speak to me like before,
It is only after I take off the filter when I actually see myself. With a filter I'm just another mold of society, Without societies filter, I'm who I want to be. No questions asked. When there's no filter,
She hid behind theoutgoing face Of one who "didn't care". But all she wanted  was a gentle place, Where she could  just be free.   She never had anyone there. When she needed them most,
She stopped on by to say hello Although she knew no one was home She really hoped with all her heart That she could find somewhere to start
I look in the mirror I see something different It's not my reflection Only an illusion I see a wolf Strong, confident, a warrior Change that, now it's a raptor
The White Crayon stands aside, For the white paper makes it hide, It feels as if its color is like a tide,  It swishes and swashes, but it still cant stand -- it is put to the side, 
  We orchestrated what we could, Because we seem to be less fluid, And less malleable Than we would have wished. 
 Most of the surface, and the pretext, and the confines,
Wade   Waking up to the alarm sound of cries from mothers,Putting on tattered clothes worn from dead brothers,Open up my phone, and hoping to get a text from one of my many lovers.Better get ready to go, before dad gets up with his morning bottle,
  Blood runs fast You need to move fast before you’re nothing more than the past The future runs through your veins Dictations, like a school teacher, the crimson run determines the existence of future gains
  I felt brand-new. No,  More specifically in-love once again. Not with a person but with myself. With my life, who I am, and where I'm going.
when i get tired (this feeling of lonliness) i close my eyes (come meet me) i walk through my dimly lit mind (everything is empty) and i begin to pray (there you are)
My dispair flows from Wherever I am To where you are, In the sweet sunshine of Californ-i-a, Where only God can see you And your newfound glory Breaking our hearts, This THING,
What am I looking for? I have no idea But I seem to have misplaced it And to this very day I still can't find it I looked through all of me My past, present, and future Not there
When your bearings are heavy and no one is aware Pen, paper and poetry is there An outlet for all of your pain You have nothing to lose but only strength to gain Learning more about yourself every time you write
  You indure the valleys lows the world could be yours climb the frozen  mountains the world could be yours travel through the grassy plains the world could be yours
(poems go here) Family is family You cant pick or choose them Some may be loud obnoxious && rude Some maybe sweet && kind or fine tuned There not going anywhere So get used to the crew
                                                                             Father and Me   From the Forest of Bamboo, the paths Lead to a small hut built for tea. We are offered an unknown delight
As a watermelon On the Earth Rooted, not strong Kissing burning dirt While to me the tall tree beared no shade Stood by me with no shame Not one leaf above me And that hunger for the weak
I saw him once in my entire life, I was nine, I still remember how he looked like, Nothing like how I imagined, Wearing an old navy blue cap, The smell of dirt and oil rubbed off him,
Who are you? Who are you to me? You are my father? Oh... I see... A father is a protector, Defender of the land. Chasing out the monsters, And letting sweet dreams come to land.
Trapped within four walls with nowhere to run Who can I run to Parents you won't talk to because you're afraid of their judgment and ridicule Who can I turn to Lost in a world not sure where to find myself
Pictures in motion pass through the focused slits of dream catchers My anatomy teacher calls eyes and I fight for glimpses of the moving present Assimilating and spreading the colors as
Gathered together, we leave behind doubt. Our journey begins; we board and set out. The ocean is vast, filled with known glory. I chant in a chorus, "I like what's before me."
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