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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
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
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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.
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Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
The Girl I used To BE.
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.
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
Who am I?
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.
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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.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
Deep down I Am a Different Person
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
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
I Am Poetry
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
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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.
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
While You Weren't Here
I ever was but tomorrow more
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Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
I Am Everything
like the things that you said
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Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
Thankfully, I Am Nothing
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 ❀ ♬
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:29 AM UTC
Mo Chroí (My Heart)
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!__
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Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
I am the People
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
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
I am.
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
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Sep 9, 2024
Sep 9, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC
But whose counting
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.
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May 9, 2023
May 9, 2023 at 2:04 PM UTC
I Am
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?
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May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 10:40 AM UTC
to catch a star
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.
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Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
Top floor
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
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Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
I Am
Most.Authentic.Victors.Evolve.Resisting.Institutionalised. Counterfeit.Knowledge
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Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC
M.A.V.E.R.I.C.K
I am? Be Still. Be Love. Be Peace. Walk with Faith. I Am  Peace. I Am  Love. I Am  Still. I Am.
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 1:09 PM UTC
Courage
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.
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Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
Dear... Who?
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.
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Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
I Am.
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.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 4:41 PM UTC
I Must Dream: for I AM
(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
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Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC
I AM
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
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
I
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.
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Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
Simulation