34 posts
  • juhiyverma_ 1w

    A moment to reflect
    inner thoughts or emotions,
    anything great.

    or maybe writing on paper.

    a grey-green Somnolence;
    without need of words.

    or a vast, benevolent world,
    the people in it, accounted.

    a few drops of Something
    a thought , a hope ?

    an unfortunate, indescribable
    air of expectation.

    a story,
    an affair.

    a little poetry,
    a little lying.

    the greatness of man's intellect,
    yet happy enough to carry herself;

    beautifully smooth,
    terribly dangerous.

    all those words,
    she could not say right.



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    A moment to reflect
    inner thoughts or emotions,
    anything great.
    or maybe writing on paper.
    a grey-green Somnolence;
    without need of words.
    or a vast, benevolent world,
    the people in it, accounted.
    a few drops of Something
    a thought , a hope ?
    an unfortunate, indescribable
    air of expectation.
    a story,an affair. a little poetry, a little lying.
    insinuating the greatness of man's intellect,
    alone;yet happy enough to carry herself;
    something beautifully smooth,short-sighted,
    terribly dangerous.
    all those words,she could not say right.

  • juhiyverma_ 1w

    her thoughts,
    the words
    her mind
    the measure of
    all ephemeral,
    with an impulse of terror
    faintly malicious;
    with Her,
    it all ceased.



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    her thoughts,
    the words
    her mind
    the measure of
    all ephemeral,
    with an impulse of terror
    faintly malicious;
    with Her,
    it all ceased.


  • laila_be_clearwater 9w

    29yrs old

    Who am I?
    Am I the influence of my friends
    Am I the sadness of a breakup
    Am I the glitz and glamour
    Of fashion and make up
    Am I the anger of my mum
    And the distance of my dad
    Am I the stillness of a yogi ?
    Or should I enjoy the world like a bhogi..
    In the end, I'm gonna be sick and die like a rogi...
    Am I a boring job or a passionate art
    Am I the sway of my hormones
    Is destiny or desire in control
    Who am I?
    Fuck ! Fuck!
    Who am I?

  • hope95 24w

    Am i me? Or am I one with no body

    Sometimes I question my existence, and the true nature of my perceived reality. Am I a fragment of imagination, am I fleeting ghost inconsistently bound to the body in flesh and blood. Am I a dream, or am I living in a dream with everything of my making. Am I living, the way life is lived, or am I dieing every second, only to reach there where I know eternal release, emptiness, peace, surrender, awaits me patiently.

  • lost_aksorn 30w

    This is a poem resounding my life and my struggles, that I put in order to be understood and relate. As a growing trans kid in India, it was a challenge in itself for it morphed my identity since school days till today.
    #LGBTQ #mentalhealth #identitycrisis
    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    The world already seemed to have a norm.
    way before, I was even born.
    Except for my choices,
    I did give in all of my voices.
    Expectations, hit the ground.
    And my identity was lost and found.

  • hridyam 30w

    He dressed himself in a persona
    That was choosen by her.
    He made her satisfied
    At the cost of identity crisis.

  • pulanechoane 40w


    I'm drunk AF right now
    And a whole different me is on right now
    And I can't really figure out if this is the real me
    Or drunk me.
    She feels real though-
    Like she just has alot of alcohol in her system
    To help her escape
    Or cope.
    But apart from that, all the emotions are raw and real.
    All the thoughts she has are true and sensible

    A lil bit too real.

    Whatever it is,

    I hope I wake up in a few hours-

    So I convince myself that everything
    I thought,
    And was, tonight
    Was just the alcohol speaking.
    That I'm not really the ish I think
    Or say when I've had a few drinks.
    Even though I know in my heart of hearts
    That it's all real and true.
    That at my most drunk, I'm most sober.

  • manu_thewriter 54w

    S/o Adversity

    Each time life fails me,
    I just fall apart...
    Like a ripped log of wood...
    Attacked by an army of termites!!

    Each time life fails me,
    I just roll down..
    Crumbling under by own weight..
    Never able to stand again!!

    Each time life fails me,
    I rip into two..
    One, who gives up and dies,
    The other, who lives.
    To fight another day!!!

    It's allowed to lose,
    To win the next battle,
    Till then, keep breathing..
    Coz you're the S/o Adversity!!

  • kausartasneem 61w

    Innocent at the age of 13
    Temptations are hard to resist
    Adolescence was just a phase
    Hormones were always in race
    Life felt like a thorn bridge
    Crossing every minute every second of that ridge
    Good and Evil exists within me
    Am I a monster or Angel with black wings?
    Falling of the edge or flying up to Sun
    Wings of Icarus are these, which will surely burn.

  • frederico 70w

    Identity Crisis 1;
    The beginning ...

    With St. Stephanus
    the path was set for a new world.
    The "Our Father"
    meant an introduction
    in Christian prayer,
    as well as "bless this food"
    and "lead us home safely".

    The "Beren Botje" song
    was set aside for a while
    in favor of "Ga je Mee" ("Will you Join")
    and "Let the Children Come to Me";
    made its first appearance
    in my life.

    And then
    came the stories of Heavenly love
    about The Son,
    His works,
    His miracles and signs,
    His crucified death;
    the first seeds were sown.

    "My book of Bible stories"
    was the beginning
    of knowledge broadening.
    "The Picture Bible for All Ages"
    brought a mild deepening.
    The Bible itself
    was still many steps too far away.

    Praise flowed into worshipping
    at the youngsters of the Dian ministry.
    Truely, a valued asset;
    new, different,
    but with an instant impact.

    No organ,
    no bare music either,
    but the "boring" guidance
    on the strings of the acoustic guitar
    made THÈ difference.
    It felt like Psalm 23;
    refreshment of the soul,
    a feeling of peace and glory,
    hard to describe,
    hard to be written down.

    Then ...
    questions arose;
    Who am I?
    Who would I like to be?
    A "Javinistic" Muslim?
    An Islamic Christian?
    An all-religion-one-god sympathizer?
    Or a "re-born again" Christian?

    Identity crisis
    started to set in ...

    29 Jul 2018
    Original: Identititeitscrisis 1; Het Begin (dutch)


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    Identity Crisis 1;


  • byintrovert 78w

    Not forever, hopefully.
    So wake up and don't be silly!

    It's another food for thought!

    Hey guys! Sorry for being MIA! I am busy multitasking with lots of things! Beside recently I have taken a full day job so I have little time to materialize my works here tho it is screaming at the back of my head repeatedly. LOL. Just I need to arrange this and that. You know pick the font, background, thinking on how make the work fits nicely, then editing and tagging people! Besides! I am taking part on @writerstolli event! Please check it out the due date is indeed today! Such an awesome person and generous to handle me so kindly about the event!

    Mmmm. So I will be busy about that too! I hope there are people here who will be willing to expect my works on the book! Please wish me luck! *bows* ������������... I hope some of my lovely people here will be willing to get the book if I made it! Thank you so much for all the people who have visited my page, frequently or not, followers or not, likers or not. But! I am truly grateful for all the awesome supports you gave to me especially who follows and had been generous in reposting and loving my works. You are the life and love of a writer like me! Do check their website too! ������

    So moving on! I promise to tag new people on my page! So expect it in the first edit (I hope)! Please be patient madams and sirs! I would also hope for the usual tagging routine to be able to be proceeded as usual! Wish me luck (2)!

    All in all, I love you all to the moon and back!
    This particular work is kinda different I hope you still can enjoy it! Pardon some errors or mistake! I will definitely fix is when I have time! I was writing it in one go.

    Keep shining! Keep supporting! ������ *bows*

    Much love,


    #tod #pod_wt #writerstolli #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #riyashi #aryan22 #aboutlife #foodforthought #betruetoyourself #identitycrisis #selfhelp #takeastep #foryourfuture #introvert #byintrovert

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    Soooo! Here is our newcomers! Or uh some of them aren't so new.. but! Thank you for coming onboard nevertheless! I hope you guys enjoy my journey in writing! I wish I have more time to engage with all of you!

    @zarshaq Hi beautiful! My long time lurker! *chuckle*. I am so honored to have you onboard! *bows*. Please check her out! ������

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    @dhivya I think I have seen you around a couple of times! it is really a pleasure to have you in! *bows*. Please enjoy your stay I hope you won't get bored too fast! *laugh*! Guys please also check their works out! ������������

    @ashmita__dutta @kitha_cottonvoice @un_known_mystry

    Okay guys this is the first time I see you around? I am sorry if I am wrong but please enjoy your stay. I am happy to have you here! Please keep supporting and guys also check their works out! Spread the love! ����������

    @ampragya17 Hey! i think I have seen you somewhere! Welcome to my page of sappy rants (mostly). Haha. It is my pleasure to have you here on my page! Guys, again please also check their works out! ❣️❣️❣️

    @oceanwaves Yeshhh I have definitely seen you somewhere! Thank you for coming to my page and welcome onboard! Please enjoy your stay! Check this guy's works out too! Happy reading! Happy writing! ������~

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    About Life

    Repeated intuitions lead to ways of life
    Repeated ways of life lead to beliefs
    Repeated beliefs lead to core values
    Repeated core values lead to principal
    Principal, when held firmly, makes the real you.
    The person who you always long to be
    But are too scared to embrace it wholefully
    As social norms and moral values
    Most definitely clash with it.
    But beneath it,
    Is the secret to happiness.
    Human is funny isn't it?
    They denied what their true self have had wanted since the beginning
    Leading to this downward spiral of sadness.

  • raenu23 84w


    That night,

    I saw anger, smoldering vigorously, suffocating the once tranquil atmosphere of our home. My body curled in, with fear and I felt squeamish.

    Dad said I was different. He told me it was not right to feel different. He told me it was wrong. He said I was possessed and needed to be cleansed. He threw away my dangling earrings, burnt the red dress which I hid, in my closet and demolished my vanity.

    He painted my walls blue, hung fighter jets and pasted Spiderman posters. Dad was happy. I knew he was. He was glowing with satisfaction.

    But Dad, 'I was never different.'
    Or was I?


  • greywithwords 87w

    seconds after your ugly
    switches masks with
    my beautiful,
    our eyes still droop
    and our brows
    fall in utter gloom;
    wearing plastic smiles to fix identify crisis
    when what we need do
    is hug our own souls
    for what we seek, we have


  • aritra1902 88w

    My identity crisis is so gravely deep, that I don't understand whether I'm rediscovering myself or just blatantly imitating others.

  • infinity_intellect 89w

    War with no sides

    My mind, the battleground.
    Host to an endless war,
    a ravaging war, fueled by doubts;
    doubts of identity,failures, the future, the present.
    In this war, the vanquisher and the vanquished are one.
    The nature of victory and loss in this war is convoluted beyond reason,
    for this war has no sides.


  • paradoxwrites 90w

    Who am I?

    More of a problem, less of a person

  • tadipar_misra 93w


    शहरों की जमात में,
    अपने शहर की बात ही कुछ और है।
    दिक़्क़त बस इतनी है,
    कि अपना शहर कौन सा है,
    ये मालूम नहीं।

  • magicalmystery 95w

    An Aged Perspective

    All my life I've battled my reflection;
    I've seen a little girl,
    I've seen a little boy;
    I've seen a crying woman,
    I've seen a broken man.

    But now I see something else;
    A lack of feminine beauty.
    A lack of grace and pose.
    And I wonder to myself,
    Should I become a real boy?

    I don't see beauty in these eyes,
    But tragedy and pain;
    As a child I drew pregnant male lions;
    Perhaps that was my secret dream?

    As I look into my reflection,
    A genderless person stares back,
    Unable to smile without a cause,
    Unable to bleed without justification:
    They are restless in this cage called Home.

    Perhaps I will live in a body of a girl,
    And live a secret inner double life;
    The life of a man discovering himself
    In the facade of an aging young woman...

    Because with every day that passes,
    A wrinkle is created on my mirror's reflection.
    A long time ago, I thought I was beautiful.
    Perhaps I've just always been this handsome.


  • paras27 104w

    Stories of Existence #21

    If you are patriotic, you are a soldier,

    If indifferent, maybe a common man,

    If you are corrupt, maybe you are a cop,

    If gullible, maybe a fanatic devotee,

    If you lack humanity, you are a politician,

    If you are chaotic, then a mob,

    If cunning, maybe a capitalist,

    If you are poor, maybe you are truthful,

    If you are none of the above, you are probably me....