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Morning I wake up covered in dust
Lying in bed all night makes my bones feel like rust
What I can do to make myself look "right"
Morning I wake up covered in dust
Lying in bed all night makes my bones feel like rust
What I can do to make myself look "right"
I look for the nearest mirror; and turn out the lights
The past is what is said and done
The pictures that I used to take weren't for fun
It is hard to believe because you can only see the outside
Where I can use filters to cover up and hide
Today people are concerned with falsified images they create a fantasy world where they are king and their followers are their supposed friends. Where acts of friendship are not hugs, but rather “likes”. They reach out hoping for acceptance.
Take the picture.
Too high.
Too low.
Just right.
But what's wrong?
Your nose is too big,
Your smile looks weird,
And your hair looks bad.
Take it again.
And again.
Click, snap, image captured
Edit, draw, redirected
Delete, delete
Photo recaptured
Upload now, photo posted
This is me #nomakeup
Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears
This is I #nofilter
Picture Perfect-ly Imperfect
*Like*
*Share*
*Tweet*
I wish I were that pretty.
I wish I were that witty.
I wish… “Oh hey yeah I’m great!
How are you?”
Without my filter
I still laugh and smile with my friends
I still work hard and get good grades
I still play sports and try my best
With my filter
I'm trying to be someone I'm not
It is midnight.
Peeking though the curtains, giving consent.
Hearing no answer? It is finally time.
Leaving this world of shrouded reality
And into the land of mirrors,
Flawed.
I'm flawed.
Without filters, society calls me flawed.
It's true, I'm flawed.
But what's it to society?
Everything has flaws.
My face occasionally blemished.
Following what society thinks is right
I try to alter my camera light.
This will create the most optimal picture,
And allow me to avoid the tedious stricture.
Pictures are only one side of me,
I am Unfinished.
My edges aren't sanded smooth
There are creases and circles worn into my eyes,
There are scars and callouses on my hands
There are stripes of uneven bronze across my skin
The man behind the photo is unknown
his true nature are within the pixles of a picture
his facial expression like the cover of a book
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
When I take a picture
I smile and stare at my relfection.
My mind wonders if they will like it
if they will see me the way I see me.
Who am I?
No filter flow, who am I
I am an extrovert and an introvert I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing and a sheep in wolf’s clothing
Vulgar
Modest
Deceitful
Honest
Life is full of filters:
Filter what you say,
Filter what you do,
Depending on
Days are tough
I put on a happy face
Mask the pain
No one knows
The real you beside few
I feel lost
Tears fall down
People always ask, "why be sad?"
"Just be happy"
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 walk along the sidewalk
Putting on a smile for all to see
A skip in my step
My words a melody.
A filter.
Inside is dark.
Lonely.
My eyes glimmer
My heart is dimmer.
Looking through the filter I am perfect.
The truth about my life is nonexistent.
Looking through the filter.
all the words I say are pure,
With no stammer or lisp.
Looking through the filter.
No filter = no likes.
No filter is like going on a date,
without breaking the ice.
(Which is a habit of mine)
No filter is #Fresh Friday
and no #Makeup Monday.
No filter is usually me.
Searching on social media you will not find me
I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees
The filters hide my fears and flaws
Your half naked pictures should be outlawed
Erasing the impurities from my flesh
I am merely an average girl with a passion for fashion,
Photography is life,
And so are filters.
Realistically, I am a simple girl without filters,
Or maybe, a beauty-queen who needs a little edit.
Looking through my photos but this girl doesnt look like me
She looks like the girl that I wanted to be
They comment saying that I'm beautiful
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
Without a filter I am bare
Bare is something that I am not always willing to share
Even though my natural face is fine
Sometimes I'm selfconscious that it is mine
My coffee-stained teeth look yellow
The camera can show so much,
but not enough.
A filter can change your preception,
and give you the wrong attention.
The way we perceive ourselves,
is different from everyone else.
If you take me for face value
You'd think:
A shy, timid girl
loves acoustic music
Hair artificially curled
nothing could make her tick.
Now,
Erase all of that.
Look at me
So me with no filter...
Me with no mask...
No biting my tongue
No holding back
If my words had no filter
It might be sappy to say
But my words would be romantic
Jumbled nerves
tangled thoughts
calculation, manipulation
tugging cuff
take a seat
breath out
count to ten
watch their faces
blankly staring
avoid the labels attained
If the whole world were to look up at the same cloud,
what would they see?
If I peered through stained glass,
do I still see the same cloud?
Do you see me as I see me?
Meek.
The flash-
The filter-
It's how I hide.
The picture that everyone sees isn't me though
It's just a reflection of this person
That yes looks practically like me
