#iam
I am one brief and fleeting flying moment
I am one drop in the million multitudes of the ocean
I am one leaf gilded by the sun's light
I am one leaping pebble echoing into the silvered shivering silence of a valley
I am your chapstick covered in dog fur at the bottom of a car
I am your rusted ruby earrings, once brilliant and metallic, not rusted and worn
I am your stack of old cups in your room like jenga bricks, refracting the light in a million ways
I am your photo of your great great grandmother, her wrinkles rivulets pouring down her face, black and white, unknowable
I was skylark soaring stroking into the air
I was a an ocean starving and stranded, I crashed every ship and drowned every sailor, and only because I had unknowable power
I was a sidewalk being beat by the rain it pounded and pounded and made me insane
I am a memory fuzzy and soft
As time works its magic I soften my edges
No longer a rose with its defensive thorns
But a bundle of daisies all wilted and worn
I am your socked feet padding down the frosted floor testing each board before silently stepping
Whisper soft brushing down the stairs
I am your hot breath unfurling onto the cold air
I am the frost on your window swirling wispy wandering patterns
I disappear as soon as you touch me
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
During my school days , I was very kind,
All my friends asks me for help in projects and homework;
I know that they were just using me , but I never mind.
There was one girl in my neighborhood,
We were in same school;
Once she asked me cheat in class test -I said NO!
She forced me to show my answer sheet by referring our friendship since Childhood.
Whenever we met at our community parties ,
She used to Ignore me for what? I Don't Know!
Maybe she was overdressed And I used to be simple.
During every exams she comes to me ,
So that I would help her with Mathematics and Hindi.
Because of my genuine love and kindness towards her , I helped;
But What I get in return " IGNORANCE",
Ignorance at schools, neighborhood and parties.
I was just irritated of all the hassle,
SO I learnt to say NO!
And built my own Castle;
Castle in which no negative people or their shadows were allowed,
Only me , my books and my optimistic vibes were allowed.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
I'm the lipstick on your neck.
I’m the long red hair.
I’m the bite marks,
The hickeys.
I’m the girl in your arms,
Crying on the steps of the parliament
Because i knew
Oh i already knew
I’m the short pink hair
I’m the colorful long skirts,
Swishing, I’m the clinking of jewelery
I’m too much, I'm not enough.
I'm the anxiety, the knee shaking under the table, I'm the late night tears, I'm the sensitive one, I'm the endless sleep deprivation -
But I'm so much more than that
I'm the beautiful imperfections: the chipped
Nail polish, the loose glitter on my cheeks,
The smudged rainbow eyeshadow.
I’m the paint on your fingertips, the blood on your hands
An activist with a future politician.
But I'm a liar.
I’m the same broken child, hiding under her covers, drowning out his yells, her sobs.
I tune it out.
I bury myself in responsibility.
The busy mind forgets.
But underneath it all, I'm still that little girl
I'm the anxious tics.
I'm the straight A’s.
I'm the Eldest Daughter.
I'm the hard working, honest, perfect daughter.
I hide the flaws.
I have no flaws.
Scars hidden under sweaters and fake confidence.
I'm the overachiever
Craving approval.
I'm the teacher's pet.
I'm morally inconsistent.
I'm a people pleaser.
I stutter when I'm nervous.
I can't talk to adults.
But I’m more than my flaws,
I'm more than his ex, his daughter, his sister.
I'm the peeling stickers on my water bottle, because I've stopped saving them.
I'm the loud voice in the crowd, still scared of speaking up, but finding comfort in the chaos.
I'm the stars on a warm summer night, innocent and sweet.
I'm the sensitive one.
And I'm okay with that.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
I may talk a lot on the outside,
But deep down, I have a lot of secrets,
The untold things I never wish to tell,
Many secrets that I claim to myself.
I smile a lot on the outside, even though
Deep inside, I've never done so,
Because deep within, I am a different person,
A person whom you will never know.
I am nice to a lot of people on the outside,
But believe me,
I've murdered every single one of them on the inside,
A psychopath I am very deep within,
Very different from my outer being.
Partying and socialising is not my thing,
Neither is teamwork or collaborating,
Lonely I am, very deep within,
And alone I always wish to be.
The dark evil has conquered my mind,
And the goodwill refuges on the surface outside,
I do not tend to fight my evil within,
Because it's who I've always been.
I am not my true self,
The person you see on the outside,
Because deep down, I am a different person,
The person you'd never wish to meet.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
I AM POETRY
‘In the Beginning
was the Word’
light penetrated dark
sound big-banged birthed
three in One creating
~ P o e t r y ~
I am this poised superlative
unchanging yet exotically emitting
all that changes
I am Poetry
fruit of my desires
dropping when fully ripened
as words speaking to
people faraway
nourishing or subtracting
What matters is
that I liberate
alphabets from mental grids
to glide, fast fly, jump or
slowly crawl, landing
at destined places
swords or aces
I am Poetry
work, weep or whimper
not for me
I existentially trance dance
exit without entangling
whimsically encapsulate wisps that
glance at blank paper twists
to be embroidered emboldened in
ink ruby red, black or olive green
a mature Cosmic Queen
I am Poetry
free flow from fingers
fragile, artistic or sturdy
regulate me only
for enticing enjoyment or exploring expansion
perhaps for judicious judgement
or cantering competition, for I am
already elixired experience
before your digits
press mechanistic keys
I a m P o e t r y
sequins of Love convoluted or rayed
I materialise in devotional service
purifying all other emotive sentiments
conditioned, romantic, maybe missioned
Heart is my home hearth where rest
my letters, verses, forms
cadences, couplets, epics
in non-bewildered intelligence
visioning dreamscapes Divine
I am Poetry
liberated from bandages, buckles, bondages
free from living entities locked, blocked
aliveness is my Supersoul breath
giving voice to quarks,
electrons, protons, neutrons
which would fleetingly escape unnoticed
if I did not momentarily capture
their essence through my
observed stained leaded glass elixirs
bound for ether, if I please
I am Poetry
seeing action in inaction
followed by stillness in activity
transcendental whirlpools
in meteorological orbits I reach
my slender arms to ouroboros
them into language lyrical
or plain
burnished or wisely mundane
I cherish all utterances in sacred
spaces attuning words wholly for
Grace to sanely activate
remaining supremely unattached
I am P o e t r y
moving imagination in imperfect
perfection, exemplified waves or nodules
misty, foggy or clear
intricate, intriguing, unblemished
gratifying, swivelling, dimensioned
I sizzle in my own dictating
fire realm, abandoned all
beginnings and all
Eternity, for I, consummated
voiced and fleshed
the W o r d
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still my heart wasn't right.
While you weren't here
I did what I could,
Hoping against hope
My decisions were good.
While you weren't here
I gained some in age.
Things just went on
And life turned a page.
While you weren't here
I just tried to go on,
Knowing what didn't **** me
Would only make me strong.
While you weren't here
A whole lot got changed.
My life became different,
My world rearranged.
While you weren't here
I had to learn to be alone,
To stand on my two feet,
To make my own home.
So that's where I am now,
At this stage of my life,
Still scared and alone,
Still coping with strife.
And oh how I wish that
Things could be different,
That I could go back
To a time in the past,
To a time before
You weren't here.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
I, I Know Peace
I Live Peace
I Am Peace
I, I Know Love
I Live Love
I am Love
Peace, Peace and Love
Peace and Love
Peace and Love
by Debra Lea Ryan
(Mandolin / D Chord - Open Strings)
17.03.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
I am the soil that farmer refused, flung into the vast
expanse, crushed beneath the weight of restless hooves.
I am the spark that could have ignited a revolution—
if only the shadows of doubt had not stifled my youth.
I am the visionary wielding my pen like a ***** and
unearthing these many buried truths.
I am the sky weeping a thousand tears swelling
these clouds; and overcasting my perfect smile –
I am the battalion feeding the fury of mankind,
standing resolute on the peaks of man’s greatest trials
I am the wandering cab driver, burdened by the weight
of unfulfilled dreams, seeking in the silence of his
backseat the warmth of true companionship
I am the mirrored gaze of a suffering companion, reflecting
their anguish- as I too bear the scars aboard the same ship
I am not the arbiter nor the prosecutor;
I am not less divided as man, or feel any more equal —
I am the contradiction, the enigma; I am the visage
that conceals the essence of the people...
__I am the People!__
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
I am noise, I am flame,
I am fury, unbound pain.
Rage and storm, blood and fire,
I am chaos, raw desire.
I am wonder, I am strife,
The raw, unyielding pulse of life.
I am art in its truest form,
Brilliant, fierce, a cosmos reborn.
-fir.m
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
I hate it when you do this to me,
Like when you cheat and blame me
Come home late or not at all
Get wasted just to be carried home
Turn the conversation against me
When I call you out
Say " your kid did this and that"
When they fall short
And "my kid" when they behave right
You do almost everything wrong
And you do it so calmly
But whose counting
Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC
I've been warned that closed mouths
will hear so much.
Opened ears can speak so hush.
Reading is the definition of 'no man shall rush',
what's already been done.
Everything that's written is through us as number one.
We are the elites and true servants that bow down to none.
Only through I am, we are powerful, and proved worthy.
The slash of our swords, and one book that is holy,
defeats all and everything that will ever be deemed as controlling.
No longer will we be in a hunch.
I've been warned that closed mouths
will hear so much.
Opened ears can speak so hush,
and reading is the definition of what 'no man shall rush'.
- Marci H.
May 9, 2023
May 9, 2023 at 2:04 PM UTC
she's gone like the stars in the morning time
a few left to make you smile
never enough to overwhelm.
she's fine like the sweet escape of time
they call her name
she says i'm running away.
she's felt so deep
like a trench where soldiers laid
so awful it was to lay with them.
she's kind as flowers are pink
sometimes they are
and sometimes you have to look inside.
she's rough like jagged stones
beach hair tousled from the breeze
"baby," she says "come back to me."
she's sick of deception
who knows her name
"please get away from me" says she.
she's me.
cant you see?
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC
I am the light between the naked branches.
You stare out at me for answers
but this is only a slow morning
not a requited prayer
You see the birds, benevolent
and we smile at their freedom.
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
I am
A daughter, a sister, a woman
A teenager, a deep thinker, an individual
A friend, a fighter, a protector
I am
A believer in justice
A ferocious warrior
A force to be reckoned with
I am
Strong, determined, stubborn
Loyal, trustworthy, steadfast
Powerful, seeing, undenied
I am
Hearing, consoling, knowing
Feeling, never kneeling
Unreeling, seething, seeking
I am
A wielder of justice
My blade is my tongue
Dripping with poison
Blazing with righteous wrath
- Jay M
September 7th, 2021
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
Most.Authentic.Victors.Evolve.Resisting.Institutionalised.
Counterfeit.Knowledge
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
I am?
Be Still.
Be Love.
Be Peace.
Walk with Faith.
I Am Peace.
I Am Love.
I Am Still.
I Am.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
Dear Diary, perhaps you might tell me: "What Do You See?"
Cause the mirrors offer a reflection, that just cannot be: An eighteen year old boy, who's both happy and healthy.
Dear Diary, Dear... Who? Perhaps you might credit the broken creature that penned you. The one that inflicted these tears and tears; these crude reflections... recreations of its own scars and pains.
Dear Diary, Dear... Who? This question is one, that you wonder too. Perhaps ironic, as the answer is known only by you; just call me, Dear Who.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
I am the boy who sits at the back of the class; I am the myth and legend, that you have never heard laugh.
I am the eloquent, who so seldom speaks "Good day." and "Goodbye."
I am the b r o k e n, though you will never see me; p a r t i a l or cry.
I am the Lie.
I am the Lie, well housed in the illusion of an ever-present smile.
I am the wary traveller, exhausted yet still encouraging others to walk the extra mile.
I am the dying and ill, who screams to others. "Keep surviving and living, hold fast to your will; life once truly lived, has both bad and good."
I am a human... for better or worse. I am a duality to all others; either a blessing or a curse.
I am a song sang, though others remember only a verse... I am a play, that has been exhaustively rehearsed.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
I must dream a long
time in order to act
with grandeur
creates my faith
The dreaming of anything better
first must be nursed in darkness
Transforming into light
Is to know that such a form of love is
borne out of being our own witness..
To the truth of ourselves
of what we are held so capable of
In a sky that shines for a real love unknown at the time it was inside stirring
Waiting to accept its reward
To know someone who takes another’s form; embraces it
For everything they are
Is not afraid to lose it
Because they know...
They’re meant to keep it
The highest form of love there is
Is the highest form of light
I can be and belong.
And I love you for showing me.
God: that I am.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
(A series of couplets, from 2014...edited)
Though I AM fast like an arrow,
i hear, even your silent bellows,
for, I AM the COLORED ARC above your cloud
when heavy rains are no longer around.
I AM THE LIGHT...i melt and clear the gloom,
when gray days seem to be spreading doom.
I AM your ARMOUR, your SHIELD,
when you're without strength, and stilled,
when you feel weak...when moments are bleak,
i prop you up...and when you're unable to speak,
I AM your VOICE, your WORDS, your ECHO
your guide flying by...I AM your SPARROW.
I AM the reason you are calm and mellow
I AM with you, in waters deep and shallow
I AM both your RAINBOW
.......and your SHADOW
I AM A L L
That can make you WHOLE.
I am with you, here, there, everywhere
all times...and that means, FOREVER.
Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(from June 13, 2014)
December 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
I am from chipped beveled glass
from hand-me-downs and prideful hearts
I am from the burning cities of Perth
where art is a way of life and beaches are home
I am from a peaceless nights' sleep
with covered ears and whimpering cries
I am from closet thoughts
from the "what ifs" and "could nevers"
I am from the empty holidays
with lonely living rooms and booked flights
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
Without the world around me,
I am a different being,
If a being at all.
I am just a character
built from experiences.
And pieces of those memories
stuck to form all that I am.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC