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Be Different!

You want to know what it is like to be different?
Be different!
However...
In your differentness,
Be you!
And if you can not be,
The 'you' you feel with an identity?
Then you are no different than everybody else,
Finding it difficult to be themselves...
Even though everyone who has a 'self' to live,
IS different.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity Of I

Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown

Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try

Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify

poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Enriched

What was difficult?
A decision made to be me.
A decision to leave,
Everything and everyone...
Who did not grasp,
Their own identity.
And when clarity came,
And stared in my face...
I stood and stared right back!
That was the most difficult thing I did.
And since then...
I recognized,
How many had not done that.
How many,
In fact...
Did not know who or what they were.
And I did not fully realize until I witnessed them...
How long I had been back then,
Like them...
In hiding!
Pretending I knew the life I lived.
But today I do not seek,
Acceptance from anyone to qualify that.
I did not know that finding myself,
Would leave me feeling so enriched!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Committing yourself is a way of finding out who you are. A man finds his identity by identifying. A man's identity is not best thought of as the way in which he is separated from his fellows but the way in which he is united with them.

quote by Robert Terwilliger
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Me: The thief of my Identity

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
Is all that makes me

I stole my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

If not for my soul,
I would be lost once again
For my True Identity has fled me
Fled me for another

It is the dancing shadow you play with,
The beauty you can see in yourself,
And the hostility.
It wants to see you suffer,
It is most content, when you are in despair.

When I can look into my self
and find the real Identity of my inner self,
Until then I will not blame anyone
for my misfortune

poem by Brad Combs
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Miles High And Bone Dry

Smoke the dope
stay high
but without
wings to fly
A spoonful
just enough to
dull your brain
make you forget
your stress and strain
losing your identity
in yourself
and when finding it gone
you'll have no sense
of yourself or
Identity of your own.

poem by Dorsey Baker
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She Stole Me

She stole me, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for,
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for.

You told them it was your idea
You lied to them about your taste
The way you dressed
The way you wore your hair
The way you did your make-up

She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

I met a guy, who knew her from school
We dated for a while
He mentioned you a lot
It seemed he asked you first and you rejected him
he hurt me; he caused me pain; because of you

She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

All i know, is that i am me
You are you
You can never be me
I can never be consumed by you
It won't work, even though....

She stole my, my identity
My personality
What I live for, What I breath for
What I'd fight for, what I'd die for

poem by Donna Hendra
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The Lonely Spider

The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...

'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?

'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.

'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die

What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways

poem by Andreanna Atkins
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An Unknown Identity

I don't know who I am,
No one knows who I am,
I can't speak for myself,
And obviously, one would speak for oneself,
I'm left alone,
And I receive no calls from my phone,
I don't know who my mother is,
Or my father,
I've no surname,
Not even a name,
And people often call me an orphan,
They usually call me a moron,
I'm tired of this life,
I know I live a miserable life,
I wish someone comes for my rescue,
I will wait for him in the world's longest queue,
For I wait with patience,
I can feel his presence,
I am left alone,
I feel like, one day I will be known,
To everyone around the world,
It will feel like a dream world,
I live with patience,
Although I have no guidance,
I will be known one day,
I hope someday,
I have an unknown identity,
I'm sure I will have a known identity.....

poem by Sherbanu Molu
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Identity - The Bully

They all try to look the same
all try to give themselves a name
pick on the boy who is all alone
just because his identity is his own
what has this world come to?
all this wrong that people do
just for the image they want to show
down the evil path they seem to go

The next person you go to hurt
or try to make feel like dirt
instead of trying to look cool
feel for the guy you make look a fool

A cool identity isn't a need
let those you bully be freed
Your identity should be your own
A better person you will be known.

poem by Jon Evans
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Everything On It Is

Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many are not adjusting to it!
They assume this 'differentness'
Has room for their decisions and opinions,
That comes with it!
There is an evolution taking place.
One that is on a fast pace.
Many will be lost by the wayside.
Realizing their concepts are out of date.

Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many can not believe,
We are leeches breeding on a planet that breathes.
We are not creators but inhabitants...
Allowed the life we live.
We are here as an experiment!
And that's all that this is!

You can pray and say whatever you wish.
Take a drive in your car...
Or stay at home with your satellite dish!
You may think you are better than your neighbor?
Or be a racist with a blockage of ignorance.
But you're a human being like the rest of us...
Begin changed within this scene!

Although quick this shift in consciousness moves...
Many are not adjusting to it!
They assume this 'differentness'
Has room for their decisions and opinions,
That comes with it!
And that is so untrue.
So no matter who you know and what you do...
Everything on this planet is going through changes!
'Everything' on it is!
Everything including 'you'...too!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing us but only in between us

In finding you
I find me, in looking for you
You look for me, so in finding you finding me,
We finally find out, there is nothing us but only
You and me finding you and me, there is really

No us, just some things between us, always finding
You and me finding you always finding two

Not one, nothing one, but always two, a separate
You finding me and me finding you in this search in futility

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Identity

So lost deep inside,
Is all that makes me.
My true identity,
Is hard to see.
To my friends and family,
I’m a different me.
I have a secret identity,
Wonder if you’ll ever see.
My thoughts and actions,
Are all that makes me,
But some things I may do,
May not describe me.
Now look inside me,
If you ever feel,
like it,
I’m no-one but me,
Never hiding my identity.
Don’t say I am hypocrisy,
Because I never showed you,
two of me.
Now please,
Look at me,
Try to see the real me.
I’m no-one but,
my real identity.
All full of beauty,
Inside me.

poem by Yisel Chong
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Identity Crisises

Sometimes I'm James Bond
Sometimes I'm Billy The Kid
Sometimes I feel like Sherlock Holmes
Sometimes I feel like Jack The Ripper
'Cause I got an image out of control
Identity crisisis
I don't need a new face
'Cause mine's been erased
Identity crisisis
Sometimes I'm on a case
Sometimes I'm shooting bad dudes
Sometimes I'm slashing the face
Sometimes I'm looking for clues
Sometimes I'm braking the law
Sometimes I'm solving a crime
I'm always fast on the draw
I get the girls all the time
'Cause I got an image out of control
Identity crisisis
I don't need a new face
'Cause mine's been erased
Identity crisisis
Sometimes I'm James Bond
Sometimes I'm Billy The Kid
Sometimes I feel like Sherlock Holmes
Sometimes I feel like Jack The Ripper
'Cause I got an image out of control
Identity crisisis
I don't need a new face
'Cause mine's been erased
Identity crisisis
'Cause I got an image out of control
Identity crisisis
I don't need a new face
'Cause mine's been erased
Identity crisisis

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Finding Out

Theres something wrong, I cant get my finger on it
I must be looking over something
Sometimes at night Ive had to fight with this emptiness
Its been so hard to see, theres something more than this
Im finding out, Im finding out
Yeah it took a little ti me to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out
Ive had enough of all this hard core loneliness
I dont think pain is so romantic
Im just a working man
I feel each day go by
I couldnt understan d I was too weak to fight
But Im finding out, Im finding out
It took a little time for me to stand up and shout
But honey Im coming round, Im finding out
I have to thank you baby, honey I must confess
You have pulled me from this river of loneliness
Im finding out, baby Im finding out
Yeah it took a little time to get what love was about
But honey Im coming round
Im finding out

song performed by by Tom Petty
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What's so difficult...

What's so difficult,
About the word,
No.

What's so difficult,
About our,
Relationship.

What's so difficult,
About,
Us.

What's so difficult,
About the words,
Stay away.

What's so difficult,
About,
Don't talk to me.

What's so difficult...

poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Finding it-LOVE

Finding it is so hard and is rare
Finding it sometimes takes years
Finding it is something that should be handled with care
Finding it can bring you laughter instead of tears
Finding it can make you happy and free
Finding it can open the LOVE in your heart
Finding it will open your eyes to see

That one you do find it, you will see it has done its part

By Frank Pulver

poem by Frank Pulver
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Life Is Difficult

Life is difficult-
Surprises are not always what we hoped they would be-

People misunderstand us-
We imagine we are kind
And they understand us differently-

Some problems never get solved
Some remain lingering for years-

There are cruel people in the world
Stupid ones also-

The fair do not always get the prize
The pushers push push push the good guys aside-
We see the Evil grinning and we cannot touch them-

All kinds of Hopes we have are disappointed-
Rejection is the Fate of everyone at one time or another

One has to try and try and try
And often that is not enough-

Life is difficult
And after a certain age is more difficult
And when young is also difficult-

Life is difficult in some time or some way for all of us
It just is-

Life is difficult
And even when it seems not to be
There is another time coming-

Life is difficult
And so long as we live
It will be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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In a World In Which Ideals Are Not Respected

It is difficult being a teenager.
With pimples everywhere,
Showing to exist.
And those hormones racing,
Inside a body with a mind...
Trying to define the meaning,
Of abstinence.

'I'm not suppose to what?
Indulge?
Or engage in self satisfaction?
Of any kind?
You joking...
Right?
I hear that in my ears.
But you tell that to this body of mine! '

So difficult it has to be...
To know of contradictions.
And pretend them not to see.
Or told to be honest with integrity.
And...
Well,
Hardly any of that existing.
At least any known or shown to believe.

Yes...
It is difficult to grow and mature,
In a world in which ideals are not respected.
And dreams seem worthless to keep.
With few adults anywhere proving...
That accountability maintained,
Is connected to one's identity and self esteem.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Identity of a person

Identity of a person
Identity signifies complexity
Identity identifies with reality
Identity is the bearer of all vanity
How does a person identify with identity?

You define yourself based on what?
They say, they say
You’re kind or moral based on what?
Or
You’re a genius and shrewd based on what?
Or
You make the perfect lover, look for no other

They say, they say
You’re strong without a thought it may not last long
Or
You’ve skills since with a record you run up high bills
Or
You are shy but no one ever talks to you or says hi
Or
You never give up because right now you are on top

They say, they say
You are generous or gregarious when all you are is conscious
Or
You’re innovative yet not the originator of the idea conceived

What are the facts?
That makes your identity intact
When change on identity has the last impact?

Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Someone

Love isn't finding
Someone
You can live with...
Its finding
Someone
You
Can't live without

poem by Margaret Smith Vail
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