Ciera Ivey

Biography of Ciera Ivey
I believe writing poetry for me is an escape. I write when I'm sad or depressed. I can't really say that I write when I'm happy because I just don't see the point in it. I think, 'I'm happy. Why mess with it? ' That was hard for me to be, happy. Living with an abusive father and step-mother took its toll on me these past three years. I was one of the lucky ones and got out. I only lived with my father because my mother passed when I was six from a car accident. It was a devastating thing to go through, but I'm here today, alive and well. It really didn't get to me until I was about nine or so. That's when I realized she was never coming back and I was alone. My dad wasn't with this woman since I moved in. You see, he had women in and out of the house. So, you can imagine it was very unstable for a child of six who had just lost her mother. Doesn't it sound funny though? Lost her mother. It's as if she misplaced her or something. Other things went on inside the house and out as well. Some a little embarassing to write about and some I wouldn't dare tell anyone outside my home. So to all who are reading this, this doesn't even begin to describe all the major tragedies in my life, but maybe you'll read it and think yours is a little better.
Ciera Ivey Poems
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Sorry I Was Born
What's the use of living life When it's not worth living? I just don't see the point My heart is tired of giving. -
Sorrow And Despair
The pain crashes to the depth of my soul Just another feeling of sorrow Another flinch from pain Just like yesterday, it'll be there tomorrow -
Scorched
The flames that scorch They're near the fire It's just like a torch My feelings expire -
The Sinful Guy
Your hands across my back I have bare skin I have to get away Everytime you win -
My Name Is Alex
My name is Alex I'm nine years old I'm very hungry My feet are cold -
When I Think Of You
As the wind softly blows I always think of you Your long brown hair Smelled like the morning dew -
I Need You
I need you more than the sun itself I need your hand touching mine I need your beautiful voice Just your smile shows me it’s a sign -
Afflicted Pain
I am your confusion I don't mean to be I'm right in front of you But you cannot see -
Another Sunny Day
The lord has been so good to me Why couldn't I see it before? He was working in his own way He was opening more doors -
Vows
Why are they so hard? The decisions to make? I look at you and know This wasn't a mistake -
The Pain
As time slowly passes by, The pain does too Until I awake to reality And realize that were through -
Untitled
Life took its toll one me When my mother died Even though I toughed it out I cried so much inside -
Pieces Of My Heart
Why did this happen? Why did it break? So young and healthy Why this mistake? -
A Losing Battle
Fighting my emotions Isn't easy at times But I do it anyway Just to pass by time
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Scorched
The flames that scorch
They're near the fire
It's just like a torch
My feelings expire
They're all burnt up
They're under the ashe
All that's left
Was gone in a flash
You burnt it all up
And then you were gone
Without a warning
And now I'm alone