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The Memories of Ivy
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Complete, First published Dec 16, 2021
Mature
This is a collection of original poems I wrote myself.

Each poem will depict a memory of a person or object from my past and a reflection of how I feel about them now. I deal with love, heartbreak, obsession, death, depression, mental illness, sacrifice, survival, and so on.

This collection's purpose is to help me in digging deeper into my life from childhood onward and also into the life that I did not have very fond memories of. This will also help me in accepting the truth I've been in denial of for years and the secrets that I had locked away, out of fear of letting go.

Trigger Warning: some poems will dive deep into serious topics, such as death, abuse, mental illness, suicide ideation, homicidal ideation, and several others.

Started: December 16th, 2021

Completed: December 7th 2022
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191 parts Complete Mature

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.