filters
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Next to impossible to convince...
Devoid the faculty to trust.
To have been this way forever since...
Yet, hoping to trample his doubts into dust.
Finding it so irrefutably hard to believe...
Sometimes
The most painful reckoning
Is to stare in the eyes of the sinner
And watch them smile and pretend
As if they've never burned you
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold,
Enter this world as you are,
Not as you are told-
That you should be.
Because that is not you,
It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
They call where I live “The Bubble”
“The Happy Valley”
because whatever problems we face
we hide behind photo shopped pictures
with filtered solutions.
Anyone who breaks the mold gets broken apart,
Curtains are drawn at night,
To shield our fragile minds
From obscurities
Mute outside.
Half are opaque,
Half are translucent.
Variety feeds the filters
Banging, Clanging, Singing,
Lyrical tunes spinning,
That’s how I think, not how I write.
Restricted by society,
They say “Don’t say”
They say “Do say”
I'm growing up in a world where it's not cool to be cool
Where it's hip to be hipster, an ever-changing rule
Every day I come to school with a bag full of masks,
I am a wanderer
I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
I will not hold a lie against my face,
a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience.
The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation
is thunderous and inescapable.
Their tiny, rough hands
Filters.
Change your
Look, change your
Style. See everything through a
Pretty Veil.
Filters.
Watch what you say,
Hidden behind photos and many filters,
There's something about me thats a little off-kilter.
I try to be me, but I'm caught in a snare,
But what makes me me, society doesn't seem to care.
The words unspoken are louder than those
yelled across the room.
I must escape
the voices
they're closing in
taking me as their prisoner.
Retreat behind the yellow door
close it and keep it there
Filters.
Change your
Look, change your
Style. See everything through a
Pretty Veil.
Filters.
Watch what you say,
Watch what you do.
Filter it all to fit
The Room,
Imagine a world without filters
Where people see you for who you really are
Don't worry about hiding that scar
Because that is a part of who you are
Be happy with yourself and forget what others think
Who am I you wonder
My pictures without filters
are less than 10s but better than 5s
The true me doesn't need filters to be seen
I am who I am
I laugh, smile ,cry
try to capture the moments
the words didn't come easy
when i sat down to ... write
I almost claimed writer's block and gave up without a
fight "no filter", my topic
a pretty broad umbrella
Dark curly hair,dark brown eyes that only if you look close enough,
you can see the brown soaking in,dark circles under my eyes because
Filters are like masks.
We use them to hide.
We pick them to accent certain qualities and hide the flaws we don't want them to see.
The warmth is all gone. The fire burnt out.
My heart is cold like ash, the color I wear in my hair.
I don't feel a thing.
I search and search again, but there's no care in the air.
I don't see anyone.
Every day, I see filters -
Filters on photos
Filters on speech
Filters, filters everywhere.
But I refuse to have a filter.
Without a filter, I am me.
Filters
-
Everything, Everyone
By filters we are run
They filter our food
And any words 'rude'
When did we lose
What made us true?
-
Please, please
Listen to me
What are filters?
Filters are cover-ups, concealing the truth,
Concealing the true identity to which the entity does not wish to share.
They cover, so others do not see.
From press, to speech, to a selfie,
She ripped off the photo filter like it was a band-aid
My skin was red
And it was uncomfortable
I lay there like a child in the fetal position
Then it all came back
In my selfies,
I turn my "bad side" away from the camera
I strike a pose that lets my hair fall
Like a curtain before a show
Over my lazy eye,
The one that won't just behave and pretend to be normal
Erasing all of the marks that are upond my face
Am I pretty now that I filtered my pictures
No more ugly pimples
If we meet will we have a good time getting to know each other
I'm always taking pictures
and right before i post
I change them just a little
to make them liked the most.
I snap a little selfie
then turn the filters on
to hide the imperfections,
