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My Identity

Look at me,

Tell me what you see

I have 2 identities.

Which is hard to see.To my friends and family, I’m a different me.I have a secret identity,

Which may not describe me.

The secret identity that I have is deep inside my soul which is hard to find. I’m still searching hoping that I will find the complete me.myslef and I.

poem by Lucia Domingos Fula
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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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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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Her personality? Her identity?

There it is, all of it.
Gone, and never ever coming back, ever.
It felt like she was throwing away her most prized poession.
She wondered what the new one would be like?
Obviously nothing like the old one, she knew that.
No one liked the bubbly, friendly, sweet girl inside her.
Instead they wanted her to be a boring serious woman with no fun in her life,
If that's what you could even call it - a life.
She never understood why her family never liked her personality,
It was who she was, what made her, her identity.
But now they'd changed her.
Her friends never realized the change in her, as while with them she pretended nothing was different and tried to act as normal as before.
To them she was still the girl who found the funny side of everything and the girl who always had a smile on her face.
She wasn't though, it was all an act, for she no longer felt the warm glow deep inside her when she saw the smiling faces of her friends and family, no, now she felt a dark hatred feeling like something was missing or lost,
And to find it she must find herself, her true identity.
What was her true identity? The question stuck midway on her tongue.
Never to be spoken, yet never to disappear.

poem by Jodie Louise Pollock
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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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You Come This Morning And Touch My Weakness

you two come this morning
searching the secret place in my body where my weakness lies
you gaze at me, like both of you are siamese twins
you scan my skin, you listen carefully to the beatings of my heart
you move your nose trying to figure out the smell
of that secret place

you frisk me, you strangle my hair hoping to find the secret
between the locks of my hair
on top of my forehead and behind the skull covered with
thick skin,

you try so hard to find what i am
what you find is what i am not because your hearts are hardened
by what you are not, in all the years that we have parted

i also listen to the beatings of your hearts
and in there there is no more sound of compassion

this time you must leave, i am locking my door.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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A Promise to Keep This Secret

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

Why would somebody have an elicit affair?
With a promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
And do it while sneaking around,
In the clear open air?
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

A friend can be a friend to another,
Until the end.
But a friend can not be trusted,
When a cheating begins.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

And a friend can't be expected to defend a friend.
When that friend is also 'friend',
To those who swap and cheat on spouses...
Of,
Other friends!
Oh.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

When those swapping spouses sneak from houses,
Living just next door???
Keeping this a secret is a hard job.

When those swapping spouses sneak from houses...
Living just next door???
Keeping this discreet is just too hard.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

A promise to keep this secret,
Is a hard job.
A promise to keep discreet,
Is just so hard.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Me? ?

its lost so deep inside me
its all that will make me
my true identity
is now very hard to see

i wish you could see
the real me
i wish my identity
would turn into some sort
of escapee

dont you dare judge me
dont you dare call me a hypocrite
i have never ever showed you
two of me

poem by Meghan Andrews
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Maybe forever

My eyes wandering
My heart pounding
My mind doubting
My soul searching

Wandering across the sea
Pounding with all its might
Doubting about the facts
Searching for what’s right

The sea was just tranquil
But my heart just seems to cry
The facts were all true
But my soul was hard to satisfy

I need some peace of mind
I need someone to love me
I need to accept the truth
I need to find my identity

Peace to keep me focused
Love to keep me kind
Truth to set me free
Identity to be not blind

Focused on things I do
Kind to people I see
Free to do what I want
And just to be me

Things that I do
To people I see
And to be free
Free to be me

I tried to achieve these
But then I failed again
But I wont give up
Though it reaches a billion ten

My eyes wandering nonetheless
My heart beating even harder
My mind doubting all the more
My soul searching, maybe forever

poem by Arvie Calimlim
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Little person in the well

Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look at
You must linger here

Must you be out of sight
From something with no eyes

Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must linger here

Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows

Must you hide so nothing can find you
When nothing's searching

Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows

Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it

You run from every thing
When nobody's chasing you

Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it

The little person in the well
Has a secret to share
The little person hiding in the dark
Has a secret to be told
The little person always running
Has a secret thats never been heard

The little people that you hear of
Are just like me

March 2006

poem by Jessie Li here
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I fell in love...with you

I find it hard to believe you never loved me
I find it hard to believe you never cared
I find it hard to believe you never woke up in the night
wishing I was there

I find it hard to believe that this is my burden
I find it hard to believe that I left you hurting
I find it hard to believe that i never cried seeing you with her

I find it hard to believe but I know its true
My guess is that I fell for you.

poem by Jasmine Thompson
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The Secret Life Of Plants

I cant conceive the nucleus of all
Begins inside a tiny seed
And what we think as insignificant
Provides the purest air we breathe
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being
For these are but a few discoveries
We find inside the secret life of plants
A species smaller than the eye can see
Or larger than most living things
And yet we take from it without consent
Our shelter, food, habilment
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being
For these are but a few discoveries
Wwe find inside the secret life of plants
But far too many give them in return
A stomp, cut, drown, or burn
As is theyre nothing
But if you ask yourself where would you be
Without them you will find you would not
And some believe antennas are their leaves
That spans beyond our galaxy
Theyve been, they are and probably will be
Who are the mediocrity
But who am I to doubt or question the inevitable being
For these are but a few discoveries
We find inside the secret life of plants
For these are but a few discoveries
We find inside the secret life of plants

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Secret

Can you keep the secret
that I love you?
It will be hard for you,
hard for you to do
for every time I'm with you
they'll see it in my eyes.
There's no way I can hide it.
Your secret will vaporize.

For the misty look
that they all will see
will surely let them know
it's coming from me.
No my sweetheart,
the secret is out.
There's no way you can keep it,
not with me about.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Dirty Little Secret

Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
When we live such fragile lives
It's the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Who has to know
The way she feels inside (inside)
Those thoughts I can't deny (deny)
These sleeping dogs won't lie (won't lie)
And now I try to lie
It's eating me apart
Trace this life out
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret)
I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Dirty little secret
Who has to know
Who has to know

song performed by by All American Rejects
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My identity

What defines my identity?
Being the son of my father and the torchbearer of familial legacy; possibly...
And what does my identity task me with?
To indistinguishably seed the next generation of the genealogy chain; perhaps...

Life is life’s longing for itself,
It may conform not to any preset moulds of traditions and definitions,
In the endgame, my epitaph would only bear testimony to where I ended – not where I started,
And my progeny, when it arrives, may not even tarry with my today; forget my parents’ yesterday...

So, it may be then – no one belongs to any one,
Identities get chiselled by one’s own voluntary doing,
Yet my soul dwells in that house I grew, the hearth and my family,
Publicly – I may be what I am; but privately – I am still my father’s son....

poem by Ram Josyula
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Looking

My frustration won't subside I've been tried time after time
but it's not my style to quit there is more to life than this
in obscurity or fame we're all playing in this game
searching for something searching for something
looking, looking, looking, you will find find you will be fine
Saturday in the morning and the rain kept falling
brother didn't get no sleep now he's really feeling beat
but there is no time to waste as the devil test his faith
he just walks away on a mission to complete
looking, looking, looking, you will find find you will be fine
looking oh find you will be fine
she has her hand on her jaw as she wonders away
what will tomorrow bring will her dreams just disappear
she find words are hard to say so she prays everyday
she must find a way may the pieces fall into place
frustration won't subside I've been tried time after time
but it's not my style to quit there is more to life than this
in obscurity or fame we're all playing in this game
searching for something searching for something
looking, looking, looking, you will find find you will be fine
looking, looking, looking, you will find find you will be fine
searching for something, looking for something

song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Leaving This Town

I love to see you oh my love
I want to feel you near
My need is deep inside
Well Ive been rolling on, Ive been holding on, Id like you to know
That its been a long, long time
Sometimes its hard to make it through the day
Sometimes its hard to find my way
Sometimes its hard to notice the changing days
When your friends have all gone
Leaving this town for another one
The night is coming round
I can feel the weight of coming down,
So afraid to lose this dream
I want you to understand that Im trying to do the best I can
Its so easy to lose my way
Lay your head where you may find some peace
Ive been searching for my happiness
Dont you want to wake up and take my love,
Id be happy if youd let me know
Should I stay or go
Let me know
Woke from a dream to see reflections all around me, of new realities,
Heavenly angels wont you guide me please help me to decide the path most
Meant for me.

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Secret

One day
Your love
Was made a secret
I kept
Deep inside me

So if today
You come and ask me
Love
Why do you love me
I'll tell you
That's a secrt
I can't tell you

But true
I do not know
Why I love you
Love
You will have
To find for yourself

Search me
And if you find out
One day
Come and tell me

For I sure want to know
That secret
You once made
A mystry
So deep inside me!

poem by Eman Elbadawi
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Is Man A Winner Or A Loser?

Woman has a poof that the child is hers;
Man has no such proof to claim on the child.
She is cool with the child as identity.
He is desperate for his identity.

Identity crisis has disturbed him.
He invented marriage and chained woman.
He imposed chastity to mark his kids
And introduced patriarchal system.

Identity crisis has troubled him.
He assumed control over women.
He retained the progeny in his name
And made concubines to silence woman.

Identity crisis has worried him.
He bottled woman's skill and built up his.
He grew to be a Scholar. Sculptor and Poet
And assigned to woman the entertaining.

Identity crisis has bothered him.
He treated woman as her property.
He acquired family unfailingly
And labourd for its upkeep and status.

Identity crisis has bored him.
Water as she is, man could not cut her.
Tired of heat outside, man needed a shade
And sheltered himself in woman's coolness.

Woman treated man with due sympathy
With no fight with him for identity.
Her child is enough for her identity.
She helped him to anchor himself in her.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mrs. Sibley

The secret of the stars, -- gravitation.
The secret of the earth, -- layers of rock.
The secret of the soil, -- to receive seed.
The secret of the seed, -- the germ.
The secret of man, -- the sower.
The secret of woman, -- the soil.
My secret: Under a mound that you shall never find.

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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