#iam

557 posts
  • amanak47 1w

    She says: You are a loser
    I said: yes, I am
    Because I don't know, how to play
    With someone's heart


    ©amanak47

  • shaundele 1w

    I am beautiful
    I am capable
    I am talented
    I am creative
    I am artistic
    I am lovable
    I am loved
    I have valid opinions
    I make good decisions
    I make a valuable contribution
    I can accomplish my goals
    I can have the things I want
    I can do the things I want
    I can be truly happy

    ©shaundele

  • vy_thoughts 3w

    ©vy_thoughts

  • my_secret_life 5w

    I am a witness, to my own life, I can sit with my thoughts and I can hear my voice; my heart is my time peace and I have a peace of mind.
    ©my_secret_life

  • passion_pearl 6w

    *Pic credit goes to its rightful owner*

    Acceptance is a way more important in any relation than being together..

    #pod #life #destiny #journey #live @readwriteunite @writersnetwork #love #iam

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    ..

    Love me the way I'm,
    Not the way you want me to
    ©Shreya_r

  • haseya77 10w

    Less

    Day after day
    I feel,
    less capable of love
    somehow my capacity to include the other
    is diminishing
    and I am seeing that,
    it's after all me
    iam iam iam
    ©haseya77

  • juhiyverma_ 11w

    Just wondering.....

    Why do i need to
    hate everyone else,
    if i can hate myself

    ~as much as i want to.



    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#selfcontemplating#spiritualawakening
    #catharsis#deathismycatharsis#loveandhate#myself#unlost#unfound#lifeandlove#selfworth#iam#ihatmyself

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    Why do i need to
    hate everyone else,
    if i can hate myself

    ~as much as i want to.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 15w

    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?
    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me.Maybe i am wrong or maybe Not.Maybe i judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind Or maybe i just could not look enough. Not Looked enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world i am living in, among the people i m struggling with, towards a future i m not ready to be a part of.What if everything that i have been doing is just a part of something thats never gonna happen.Something that was never in the bigger picture that the world hung upon the walls of my broken heart, only to stain it with my own blood.Maybe it wasnt merely a coincidence that all those wounds werent meant to be transformed into beautiful scars but painful memories to be remembered long after I m gone.Or maybe they were supposed to trigger the ache this world inflicted upon me , time and again which my dead and soul less body could no longer feel anymore.But sadly i was numb and oblivious to everything around, owing to my already non existent life.The world would always be the same, no matter you exist or not. Its gonna be there like it was , unperturbed by my death or yours or anyones'. It hardly makes any difference to the world whether u r alive or dead or in a totally third dimension.But for your own satisfaction, u can believe what you want. Whether the world would stop existing for a while or time would cease to mourn over your death. Its all upto you.You can believe in anything and everything that pleases you.Be it the sweetest lies or the ugliest truth. You are already dead so that just means nothing.You are investing in the wrong place, for the wrong people, all for the wrong reasons. Those eyes hiding behind the prettiest faces and honey coated words are myths you could never unravel.Though death might be the eternal truth,your family would be the only one devastated by your loss nevertheless sooner or later they too would learn to live without you.The birds would still chirp every morning and the dawn would still bring beautiful sunshine to your bedroom window, even in your absence. Your words may echoe in the house where you grew up but there wont be anyone to be yelled at now.And Teatime would be the only time , you would be missed But everyone would get used to this new life.Isn't it??


    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#struggle#existence#identity#catharsis#deathismycatharsis#withoutyou#theworldilivein#insaneworld#lifeandlove#soulsearching#darknightofthesoul#awakenings#spiritualascension#unlost#unfound#iam#death#darkthoughts

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    Without You.....

    Have you ever wondered what this world would be like, without you?

    Lifeless and dead like you??Or the same as it was before, cold and cruel.With only hatred for people like me??Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm Not.Maybe I judged it all wrong with my myopic eyes and cluttered mind or maybe I just could not look enough.Not enough to see whether it was all a perception of my own dismantled thoughts,and my handicapped mentality that unwillingly forced me to frame an all wrong notion about the world I'm living in, among the people I'm struggling with, towards a future I'm not ready to be a part of.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • juhiyverma_ 16w

    All this time
    I was living an illusion
    In àn illusion
    That the world loved me
    That everybody cared for me
    How crazy this heart must be
    To believe in yet another lie
    Another great illusion.
    An illusion
    Of the times
    i wanted to speak my heart out
    But had nobody to talk to
    An illusion of all the
    Unfortunate circumstances
    When my body wanted a hand
    Upon my insane head
    And my bare soul
    But none reached out.
    An illusion
    of all the unspoken words
    I wanted to scream
    But couldnt
    Only to protect my little dream.
    An illusion of acceptance
    that i belonged somewhere
    To someone
    Other than me
    that this ugly heart of mine
    Could actually beat
    relentlessly to know
    what being loved felt like
    For once
    Just once.
    I was living an illusion
    That all those plastic faces
    Disguised as well wishers
    in pretense of care
    That they loved me
    loved me enough
    To never let go
    Of my beautiful mind
    Of my beautiful soul.
    An illusion
    To make sure
    I was convinced
    In every possible way
    That i too was loved
    and Never lost
    Never abandoned.
    To make me believe
    I had them
    That i was never alone.
    Oblivious to the fact
    That all this while
    I was living a lie
    The perfect one
    With a beautiful beginning
    With no end at all.
    In an illusion that
    My soul lied to me
    When i trusted you
    That the truth must be told
    To let me out of my confusion
    To let me out of my darkness.

    ©juhiyverma_

    #life#love#illusion#truth#darkness#justafewwords#randomstuffs#bsyunhi#survival#existence#iexist#iam#lifeandlove#darkthoughts

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    illusion...

    All this time
    I was living an illusion
    In àn illusion
    That the world loved me
    That everybody cared for me
    How crazy this heart must be
    To believe in yet another lie
    Another great illusion.
    An illusion
    Of the times
    i wanted to speak my heart out
    But had nobody to talk to
    An illusion of all the
    Unfortunate circumstances
    When my body wanted a hand
    Upon my insane head
    And my bare soul
    But none reached out.
    An illusion
    of all the unspoken words
    I wanted to scream
    But couldnt
    Only to protect my little dream.
    An illusion of acceptance
    that i belonged somewhere
    To someone
    Other than me
    that this ugly heart of mine
    Could actually beat
    relentlessly to know
    what being loved felt like
    For once
    Just once.
    I was living an illusion
    That all those plastic faces
    Disguised as well wishers
    in pretense of care
    That they loved me
    loved me enough
    To never let go
    Of my beautiful mind
    Of my beautiful soul.
    An illusion
    To make sure
    I was convinced
    In every possible way
    That i too was loved
    and Never lost
    Never abandoned.
    To make me believe
    I had them
    That i was never alone.
    Oblivious to the fact
    That all this while
    I was living a lie
    The perfect one
    With a beautiful beginning
    With no end at all.
    In an illusion that
    My soul lied to me
    When i trusted you
    That the truth must be told
    To let me out of my confusion
    To let me out of my darkness.

    ©juhiyverma_

  • aquib_khan1 17w

    Sometimes it is better to have point blank speeches.
    #speech #theone #iam #mirakee #pod

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    Live

    Why do you live as though you are imperishable, immortal With a Stiff and straightened back?

    You will be nothing but dust when the hour will knock your door. Eventually, Degrading in the soil and may be stinking.

    Except the Pharaoh's who was promised that their Skin will not melt by the Forces of Nature as SIGN for you to Humble yourself.

    Those were people who claimed the Roobobiyah ie the Lordship over the Humans, lands etc but it was their fake and brittle pride.

    We all are insignificant You, me and everyone UNTIL one has in the heart the Taqwa.
    ©zacksparrow

  • asim39_ 18w

    Hi, I am

    Hi, I am whomsoever I am,
    I am stuck in between,
    Better or best, better than what we thought so far.
    ©asim39_

  • good_soul 19w

    Wrote this for @dev_yash :

    --------------------------------------------
    a Gamer for Fun, a Reader by Hobby,
    a Lover to Many, with not so Attractive Body!
    a Leader for Some, a Cheater to None...
    a Dropout with Anxiety, proving his Morality
    a Rascal for Family, a Rogue for the Society.

    Yet above all...
    I am a ‘KṚṢṆA Devotee.’

    ©dev_yash
    --------------------------------------------

    #krishna #iskcon #harekrishna #iam #whoami

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    Who
    am
    I?

  • tahreem_saleem 21w

    Who am I?

    I am the wanderer of mysterious but privileged path


    ©tahreem_saleem

  • emeray 22w

    Fickle

    Aye, i shall stand in your stead,
    Let me whisper softly in your ears
    Dreams untold, dreams of those whose heads have become bowls - bowls of clay, earthen, a jumbled mess when

    They come crashing down, heavily
    Amidst heated grounds, so they're gone, back to their descent. They had
    Felt in my hands, like they would
    Forever stay put, enclapsed. But

    Only for a short while, they were a tethered fugitive, fickle, frail. Just
    Like your whispers, unending promises, the lofty dreams that cooconed in the whiteness of the hearts of those that

    Have become bowls - the bowls that come to ruin impacted by the flimsiest
    Touch - febrile, fledglings of the entity "Fickle"...
    Ah! Humane is only apt, for

    The bowls are made of clay - clay anastomosed with life, the remains of
    A baby, adult - toothless :all alike,
    Bound perpetually to the doctrines
    Of Fickle.

    What is man and his motives?
    Ephemeral, exiguous, unethereal, humane ; doctrines of Fickle.
    ©emeray

  • emeray 23w

    Redeemed

    Walking down a dusty road, teary-
    Eyed, befuddled, an entity with no beliefs -
    What to believe in? A spirit?, weary
    A thing? Things bear no relief,

    Have not a heart ;how do you talk
    of a soul, in the context of emotions,
    Things : a dirt road, silver fork
    Exude no relief at all, emoticons

    Do not make up their genes,
    Never with a weary spirit, do you strike
    Joy in things, things do not evince
    Shadowy feelings, subtle - like.

    Redeemed : to imbibe a spirit strong, good
    A weary spirit : the dark world - bitter food.
    ©emeray

  • penletting 23w

    I am.

    I am,
    but the buring desires
    in my heart -
    I am,
    but the plurality
    of vulgar secrets,
    hidden under,
    sometimes singular mask.

    I think,
    I am the world -
    for one is many
    and one makes all;
    I am,
    the belief of
    my prejudice,
    the manifest of
    of my ignorance.

    I think,
    I know the world -
    for I've travelled
    far and wide
    only in miles and years;
    but not in minds
    and the directions they veer!

    I am
    but a blatant curse -
    infllicted upon the world and me!
    I am my suffering
    and that of life around;
    I am
    existence -
    the realisation
    of pain and pleasure -
    I am.

    ©penletting

  • emeray 25w

    The woman and her thing.

    Laddoo in one hand
    Clay in another
    She molds a familiar face
    Her replica - a replica of the portrait
    The one that is enmeshed in wool - different. The way it should be.
    A replica of her thing.

    Her trained fingers serenade the air
    On the outside - Thick and hostile.
    But her thing, they are the disco lights
    The ferrety, haunting touch that changes the color of their eyes,
    A soft red that ferries their being to the age of calm.

    Laddoo again. Her song is salty-sweet_
    "food is your tempest, oh little child
    Your father bears the rune on his palm
    Hence, he quells your storm
    Would he not?"

    But, the rune has lost its colors to the running waters
    That washes the soul of many a rune's lather
    "Thy father hath lost thine thing"
    Only full combats full
    Empty is not, the vessel that voids the tempest.

    Jingles!

    Flutters!

    Glimmers!

    Echoes!

    The world is a myriad of the woman and her thing.
    ©emeray

  • lunalight 26w

    Just Want To

    I just want to pour my love ❤️
    I just want to share my feelings
    I just want to share my time
    I just want to be with you
    Now
    I just want to say you good night
    ©lunalight

  • hiyamoni 27w

    Attitude#my life#iam Hiyamoni

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    I
    May not
    Be
    Perfect
    But
    I'm always
    Me

  • hiyamoni 27w

    Written by me#my name#hiyamoni#no love#no crash#iam bindaas.

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    No love , no crush, I'm bindaas

    Zindegi Bahut keemti hai
    Use Babu Shona
    Adrak pudina me
    Barbad mat Karo.
    Pyar Ek khubsurat ehsas hai
    Yeah line ekdam bakwas hai.
    Single hone ka ek faida Hai
    Banda sans Apni Marji se le sakta hai.
    Na koi love hai
    Na koi crust hai
    Arrange marriage hi hogi
    Yeah 100%satch hai.
    Larka samjhdar hona chahiye
    Pagol to use hum Khud Kar denge.