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F O R M Y P E A C E O F M I N D A N D F O R M Y O W N S A N I T Y A N
D M Y S P I R I T B U T A L S O F O R M Y C A R E E R A N D M Y F U T U
R E A N D M Y F R I E N D S A N D M Y F A M I L Y I A M D O I N G O N E
A soft breeze flows seamlessly
Through a forest the size of the world
A tree feels the featherlight touch
The generous moon places upon it
I’ts not that I’m insouciant,
I just can’t find the shape of tongue
To inform you of your ignorance;
To tell you the ways of the world,
In a moment or less.
What a world we live in! Do we even live in this world?
Technology, constantly, overwhelming, misery,
what's left in the world to see?
Never joy, never light, never peace or hope or life.
We weren't singing for you
We aren’t posting for you
You call us vane?
Yet you picture us this way
In your mind
Made us look at ourselves like
All I wanted was a little attention
All I wanted was a little fame
Under my Sisters’ wings’ all my life I had lived
All I wanted was my own name.
They cover up who they are,
You can't see that far,
With the powder and primer,
It doesn't matter if they're a minor.
They hide in videos gone viral,
Then get caught in a down sprial,
They say myths and legends are old tale
from forgotten times where time ails
but myths are not forgotten
it least not by the young
We hear old legends of Athena and Hera
Adorned in emeralds and dressed in silk cloth
Attracting anyone who had a beating heart
She a burning light, you just a moth
When she walks people happily part
Chains of gold hangs off her hips
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye
You're hypnotized and you don't know why.
She controls everything and has you in a trance
All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
We walk: heads down, minds consumed
By the ever-growing social haven
That we seize in grasp.
Its palpable exterior draws us in;
Welcome to reality...
The place where nothing is as it seems and everyone wears a mask to hide their reality from our reality.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside, or is it Us?
Baby, It’s Cold Outside,
The light that glows upon my face keeps me warm
Each day I am reminded of the fraying fraying fabric
Instead, I let the glare illuminate my face for hours
Instead, I let it captivate me; it is my best friend
Living, breathing, exposing ourselves to one another,
I wanted more than anything to feel, touch, express
like the others.
The one in my life existed but they didnt,
They could stay up all night with me whereas
I would like to stay
And tell you the way
That I felt that night
When I looked at my screen’s light
As you typed; Hello
And I said; Hi
Ikaw at ako, paano ko ba ito sisimulang isasalaysay?
Sa yugto ba na kung saan tayong dalawa ay nagmamahalan?
Sa yugto ba na kung saan may lamat ng namagitan?
Human connection has deminished and now all we have is technological connection.
Emotion no longer a human characteristic, but a nuisance.
Love is now a foreign language.
So tell me, are you as happy and free as you pretend to be?
Bright colors, sultry poses, and your boney, emaciated arms around your “besties”.
Skin stained by self tanner faces the camera,
Here we are
Once again
Just you, me,
And Twitter
And look here
Someone retweeted by pic
Let me us send a quick thx,
Oh wait
This person used it negatively
They posted this
Poetry is art, beauty in motion
Soft to the ear like expensive hand lotion
words need to rhyme, not make sense
success will come, at somethings expense
Rap music and sonnets, similar in style
Instagram embodies a heart shell but negates to incarnate the beat.Rejecting its blood flow, Projecting its cell count to a matter of likes.
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
The baby was tucked into bed,
Quietly breathing, slightly smiling
The mother was laying down right beside her,
Mentality breaking, silently wondering
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Your inception was a wave of the future,
Taking by storm the time of a nation,
But what was once a complement to memories and friendships,
Has replaced communication.
Now we “like” or “repost” or “retweet”
Journalists used to be face of media
Magazines and newspapers used to be manifestation of their destiny
They could make or break person image for a while
dear aspiring traveler,
would you still want to travel the
world even if you could not take
a camera with you? oh, awake
and seize this opportunity
to see majestic Everest,
To the person struggling to find herself in our digitalized world:
Life
In all its beauty and beguilement
Is forcibly condensed
When you look back at when those pictures were taken, it seems they were just a window of
Time.
doesn't care about friends or
Connecting.
with others is usually
Isolation
I have cropped myself out of photos that don't exist
Yet.
I’d rather make a self-portrait that stands
Out
To people who deny the correlation between the Internet and teen suicide,
You walk into your room. On a beaten wooden table sits your phone, cool and motionless. It is off.
I wear a mask. It’s my smile in the hallway. because while you think I’m flying high, really I'm fading away.
There was a capitalist named Ghost.All folks recognize him as the host.He tried to conduct a show,But the trolls made him so slow.He then devours a lot of rib roast.
Love letters, glass slippers, and the yearning for true love are no more,
instead replaced by Snapchat streaks, Instagram likes, and “gmorning” texts,
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.
I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.
I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Affirmation
Affirmation
Affirmation
Seeking attention
Seeking acknowelegement
Seeking proof of my worth
Truth
Lies
Likes
Who am I?
I shall condone in your game of foolery to lead
Those in close vicinity down the winding path
Of the secrets and the truths
All things produced in our time to satisfy
Keep the young mind at bay from growth
(I wrote this poem about the effects of social media for my English class. It doesn't
rhyme but it has a little repetition. I don't know how this website works but if
you can, feel free to share feedback!)
He is God.
He is God
not Michael or John
But he is God
The only one
He is God
Of all nations and all races
Yes he is Lord
And Creator of all places
Human beings or robots?
Social skills, we have forgot
Connected to our phones
Lying next to our headstones
Soon we will be forgot, always in distraught
America,
America, land of the free
But when did it become about negativity?
From racial slurs to political hate
When did discussions become arguments?
I see my 9 year old sister with her face glued to a tablet.
And I can't help but question technology.
It has its perks.
But is it worth it?
I see couples staring at their phones instead of each other.
I can’t feel you
There is screen in the way
I don’t know the faces you make
Only the emojis you use
I don’t know your tone
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars
All hidden behind unopened doors
Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke
Buried beneath the ash in the smoke
Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
Social Media, feeding the
Obsession. Expression
which switches
Depression to Repression.
Lies disguise
our devotion to true emotion.
Self-Hatred, the secret sacred
Entity for a hurting Identity.
Home of the Brave?
More like home of the slave.
Slave to social media.
Slave to materials.
Slave to a glued to the wall redia.
When will we go back to where things were physical
As I scroll through my feed
On Facebook, Twitter, Insta
All I see is the chaos
The crimes committed
The idols worshipped
The relationships ruined
We hit the like button
America
Where they say to be yourself
But "yourself" should be beautiful
So you make Yourself
Only you know you will never compete
With the image on the screen
Or the perfect aesthetic squares
It's more than a tweet
More than 37 likes on instagram
showing me your
#bodypostivity
#heforshe
scrolling through the void
empty scream
issues trending on buzzfeed
Old friend,
look at me now.
As of late
I have taken over the minds of the privileged
drawing them in
playing with their words
like a musician does strings.
Finally,
I once would take
to cutting and mark upon my skin.
I know the thoughts haunt me
and run over me in surprise.
But nothing consumes my mind
as much as your smile,
and the light behind your eyes.
The Netflix letters are red
Twitter is blue
I had a phone problem, yes its true
But then I looked up, not on Google you see
No I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of me
My phone in my hands
It was a rule I broke
that would lead me to find
a person who was actually kind.
A person I barely know,
and has had the courtesy to say "Hello".
Countries away we are
and yet with social media
We live in a world where we allow Facebook to run and control every situation we face.Even in our relationships we ran to Facebook to relay shit. When we in our feelings of course let's get on Facebook and see how we relate t
You all are followers
You seem to forget identity.
You all are in search of conformity
You seem to settle with docility.
Opinions are not for sale
They have gone out of style.
I had a good talk with a good someone. Realization that i don't have to keep any of you posted on nothing.. Nothing at all.
If you need to know , you probably know.
I want the ugly pictures back. I want them plastered on social media and loaded in your phone. I want the screenshots of every single snapchat or selfie back.
The narcissists constantly post incessantly about their compulsion,
receiving many "likes" has become somewhat of an obsession,
keeping an immodest eye on the world icon for a notification,
Don’t think too much
About forbidden touch
Or legal abuse of such
Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.
Don’t feel too much.
The homeless man with his crutch
Why is it
That a ninth-grade Honors English teacher has to tell thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year-olds
Not to look up ideas for a slam poem assignment
Why is it
My social media isn’t instagram, snapchat, or twitter
because there’s nothing social about any of them.
They aren’t real.
You can be whoever you want showing
Sadness creeps in
Happiness is produced
Anger tries to win
Happiness is produced
Tears reach my shirt
Smiles are shown
Profanity is spurt
Smiles are shown
Mechanical Actions
5:35 am
Here I am
Searching
I know not what I'm looking for
But I know
I need to find something
6:17 am
Here I am
Took one notification
To know what I'd hoped I'd find
Poetry – because practice makes perfect
Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected
It was terrible – oh so terrible
Nonacceptable
So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
It's not gonna take an encyclopedia,
To understand life without social media.
Instagram, Facebook, Snap Chat, and Twitter,
Gets my head and my hands all in a jitter.
In the landtime forgot, there was U.S. mail,
What is the one thing I can’t live without?Is it my phonemy laptop
Would I feel alone if I didn't have these thingsWould I die where I was standingWould the world cave in its self?
Sounds of notifications fill the air,
as soldiers battle for thier right to share.
They use swords, shields, and even pikes!
All in the pursuit of favorites and likes
They post things that are nonsensical and dull,
My most accurate portrayalresides at the top left corner of my screen;a face so exquisitely composed,so flawless in its feminine glory,it will never confess to being digitally perfected.
the kids behind phones
are absolutely vicious.
the cute pictures on
social media apps
are deceptive.
these kids know where to hit
and how hard.
they don't give
a single shit
Social Media is a game controling our life.
Loging on to Facebook
Recieving "Likes"
Logging on to Twitter
Receiving "Favorites"
Logging on to Vine
Receiving "Revines"
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell
Shades and tainted images hide well
The blemishes and marks that always dwell
Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
In this generation why
why is it that the number of likes on your latest selfie
determines your beauty
While the girl behind the screen
hides her insecurity behind the filters
Before I can fall in love and introduce you to my mom
Before I walk the streets hoding on to your soft hand
Before we have our first passionte kiss under a tree
Before you proof to me what a gentlemen you can be
Behind the lights and cameras,
Behind the edits and makeup,
I am unique.
Hidden behind the photoshop
Is a girl who just wants to be heard.
Who wants to be noticed,
To be cared for,
I am full of hormones, emotions, and fears.
I’ve hidden behind a mask for years.
Not a literal mask, like the one Phantom wore
But a more subtle one—that made me seem adored.
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
We like to believe we are being upfront
But behind a filter, screen, or angle.
Never wanting to confront
The fake front becomes a tangle.
Being able to be yourself,
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
You're a feind, and the substance always has the loudest voice.
Bound by addiction, leaving you with no choice.
Always calling for you ,with its charm so sweet.
You got comments with Emojis, likes and retweets.
Mayfair, Valencia Sierra and X-Pro;Once I apply the perfect filter Then I can post this photoBut with these effects I feel like a sham
We are expected to be full of ourselves.
We are expected to show the world only
What it wants:
Perfect People,
Queens,
Godesses.
Like prisoners on a hunger strike
15 likes.
20 Likes.
Not enough. Not enough.
Is it my nose?
My Hair?
Why?
Why don't they like me?
Why am I so wrapped
trapped
tangled
my confidence
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
i'm not perfect
and neither are you.
but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves
is to stop putting just our filtered face forward
and pretending that we are.
I hope they like it.
I hope they see it.
But why can I not believe it?
That girl inside
that picture you see
is someone you know
but is not me.
My best side, my right side.
I tried the left, couldn’t get the angle
Hours in the mirror, hair down, hair behind my ear,
I felt alone, so I snapped a pic.
Upload.
See? I’m not bored at home.
What am I
When I am not a thumbnail
An emoji
A jumble of pixelated parts?
What are my words
When they escape from my mouth
Unedited
Unscripted
Unable
To be deleted?
the time we take to share what we know can be wasted by the endless chatter that we hear, the sounds
With a filter i am different
Without a filter i am me
For without a filter i am who i was meant to be
Without perfect hues and perfect color
But i am me, and not some other
Some say media is a silent killer , the thrilling image is seeping , these photos filters belittle , an image made to please a generation so hollow , and shallow
Here I am. Once again a crowd of Strangers. Oops I meant of friends. Because these days we all seem to think that we know each other. You added me on instagram. I follow you on twitter. But what we don’t realize is that we belittle.
Our eyes were once open, and now are closed shut.
At that moment we got the notion that our freedom was stolen a problem arose.
I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead.
Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it.
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.
It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife.
Life is fragile.
When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
Retweet
Retweet
Retw----
This isn’t worth my retweet
Another anxious night and I just don’t know where to begin
Should I do what I want to do or
Do what I have to do? #teenangst
In the mirror is not your reflection,
But instead the trader within.
She looks at you in disgust,
Knowing that she’ll win.
Poking at your curves,
Pinching at your skin.
I'm not afraid to admit
I know nothing at all
Even though these memories
Just left broken scars
I gave you a second chance
And you just through it away
I gave you everything you wanted
The human race is full of malcontent, bigotry, ignorance, and destruction,
But the majority of you, so happy giddy people on social media,
only fill your news feeds with funny memes and meaningless statuses.
Skinny is a six letter word that haunts me at night.
Skinny is perfection, at least that's what I've learned.
It's skin and bones; no skin to pinch.
Fat is a three letter word that I see in the mirror.
Lies,Lies everywhere,
Muttered and silent, escaping from little mouths
Loud and scattered , dangering lives,
Can't hide from the evils of human nature
Even if it keeps you in danger...
Attention young people of the world, my peers!
It is not the end of the world if you forget your phone at home
or your device refuses to connect to the free Wi-Fi
Do I want to hear a squawk?
Do I want to hear a cry?
No
Tweet that sound
Make that noise
But in silence
Because here, on my apple slice,
This is where you speak
I am not your friend
When my mobile phone buzzes,
I am wide-awake and in anticipation.
I need to see what somebody did
In relation to my life.
Somebody has interacted
With me.
I matter.
I have made an appearance
Everyone turns around, no longer there
Distracted, can't concentrate
Why must you be like them?
Typing away and no longer listening
