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Bounce, bounce, breathe....
Swish
Like a language of its own, we feel the orange ball
An extension of our own bodies, a part of our being
For our dreams are filled with wonder of movement
When you’re naked there is nothing covered. Everything is on display. When you’re naked the thin or thick layer you once had are removed. The layers you once had no longer keep whatever you contained beneath it concealed. You are seen.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
The strong pungent smell of petroleum crawls up my throat, it creeps up my skin, and into my bloodstream. It commandeers my head and pulls me away from the boisterous hallways of my school.
Love,
Maybe you were only supposed to be here for a fleeting time
Those blackbirds that fly over East Coast waters
Dipping the tip of their wing into the waves
Day one
Ordinary routine sweeps evenly through all jungle’s of concrete
It’s comfort fulfilled when snuggled into its tedious mold
the outdoors were in sound normalcy
The blood and tears that built the land are the same ones still hitting this sand
As I lay on the floor of this desert of oppression
thirsting for equality, my words making no connection
Why
Is there
So much work
That I
Have to do.
It feels like
I just learned to walk.
Why am I now applying to college.
Why
Why
Why
Why is money so important?
Why
Who Am I?
Am i a shadwo,a chair or even a doorway?
I am a shadow
A shadow that has no way,
I am there but people walk through me
I stand aside,but still trouble follows;
Im alone like i've been (trapped) since
Birth
Trying 2 unhearth my purpose in the d
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p
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Disobedience,
An intolerable act
Defiance,
The tactic of a child
Turned into a beautiful form of crying, screaming, or yelling.
"There will come a day when:
the glitz, the fashion, and all of the chaotic compassion
will turn into fame and passion."
He left Trolli on the floor,
and cheese; fries; boxes; and fork
He does this so often its like a:
Habit
He wont pick them up,
Sometimes he cant,
Sometimes he can.
A new born baby
Sheds so many tears
Until his mother hugs him
To take away his fears
A toddler now in pre-school
Sheds ten tears a day
Stubs his foot sometimes
His mother hugs him
I thought my lips had broken
and my hands had burst to flames.
When I think of you, you're the one to blame.
You messed with my mind
you wasted all of my time.
You think you broke my heart?
It’s your birthday today
You are at work and I’m at school
We’re far apart, but you’re close to my heart
I love you, so I shout hurray
I feel her heart getting colder
I reach for her hand
Searching to feel her love
She pushes me away
There is so much weight on my shoulder
I awoke to the two-hit tan wristwatch on the sheer sliding mantle top
The sound of tiny bells sounding trapped in a bored gods flipflop
Hanseatic divided lines pined internal rhymes in 4 dimensional time
The Sound
Notes, Tunes, Frequency, Vibration
The chills, The freeing Spirit
It heals, It inspires, It brings us to one
It can be really fun
Black boy
Black boy
With little red truck toy
Growing up alright boy
Mama and daddy’s own joy
Falling for the man’s ploy
What inspires me is plain to see
I find it within the trees and sea
I find it in the bravery
of the past
And my hope for the future,most importantly
I find it in my family
I find it in my mother's drive
Trapped.
He is free to roam,
He is free to go.
I’m a prisoner to my own home.
Sentenced by our embryo.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one
That those who listen
Listen for there own good
And not my well being
Is it too much to ask for
All you have to do is DREAM BIG.
WORK your HARDEST.
STAY FOCUS even if things are rough.
Lastly, SURROUND yourself with POSITIVE people.
I'm so close to finishing, yet I've never fully seen the line of completion. No matter what, I only have had myself to blame for that mistake. I chose a life of neglecting my actions, and it's haunted my reason.
my best friend, Scott
my best frienda port in a storm
you hold my soula hero through the future
you are the one,my best friend, Scottfor you are a man I loveyou are my heart, my heart
Isn’t it funny? What you may ask. Well, isn’t is funny how selfish the human race is. Yes, yes, I know I’m a human too, bummer.
love is patient,
love is kind,
love is stressful,
love is challenging,
love will drag you to hell and back,
love will make you angry,
I understand that I'm not alone but,
I am alone, I feel alone.
Even when I’m around people, around my friends, around my family
Drive is essential.
The thirst for succes and change
Is quenched by hard work.
Qualifications
Help me reach my potential.
Pushing my limits.
Work ethic needed
Let us travel to the fig tree. Inspect its fruits. Look past its leaves, for they try to conceal the stellar treasures. Squeeze each fruit to find the one that gives most. That fruit yields the utmost stimulating taste.
I hate myself Don’t try to convince me that There is something special Because if I look closer I see my faults Even though I feel different It’s in my mind I can’t say I see that I’m special Because There is nothing good about me It’s not true
It actually felt really nice
to sit here and write
in my old spot
I watched a bee buzz between my knees
a flock of crows all sang out at once
the moss cooled the spot I sat
It actually felt really nice
to sit here and write
in my old spot
I watched a bee buzz between my knees
a flock of crows all sang out at once
the moss cooled the spot I sat
It actually felt really nice
to sit here and write
in my old spot
I watched a bee buzz between my knees
a flock of crows all sang out at once
the moss cooled the spot I sat
The first hint of laughter
The joyful glint in their eyes
Their first step and fall
The first tear that rolls down their soft new cheek
Will be lost without you
She is in the dying flowers and the burning trees
She is in the children who cry and plead
The animals who hunt and bleed
Earth in every form
Artemis, Diana
Music is a vibeit always has been for meto listen ,think and realize thebooming sound of the beat crossing my EarsMusic to me can be loud, Likethunder in my head with a melody , a deep clear sound of Healing for the mind which echos ThroughoutMusi
Why was I in such a hurry to be where I am now
Thought my life would be figured out
But life had other plans
Why did I spend endless nights
Planning my life
When life had other plans
I feel like I had it rough
So it appears I'm like everyone
Who have had problems, but still act tough
I find peace in mind as I grow up
Getting merits like diplomas and such
Confidence is like an train,
It can get you anywhere.
A fence is like an airplane,
It won't fly without jet fuel.
A commitment is like a door,
You don't know what's on the otherside.
I look in the mirror at my reflection
I can feel my heartbeat in my ears
My hands shaking on the white countertop
Up until this point I thought I was invincible
I was wrong
you’re never around. you’re not in my life. so why’d you come over and ask if i’m alright?
i wonder your mood when you remember me. when you remember how long it’s been since we last talked. the shade began in october and floated its way into november. i’m saying all of this because when i think of you, my mood changes instantly.i'm no
I had to dig through my late night journals and old Tumblr posts,Then recovered those old songs, and unleashed all of our old ghosts.As I sat and listened to our songs, I remembered how much we’ve both changed.
Chop chop chop
I watch them cut her down everyday
They are vicious with sharp blades
And loud laughs
I watch as every blade gets deeper the sap pour out
Chop chop chop
They tear her down with her own blade
As I sit I think about the times I messed up.
I'm so fortunate to never have an empty cup.
Day by day repeating the Lord's Prayer
Unlike those who were lost to the Slayer.
Wake up same routine four years
we get to the latst year to give
up im tired stressed through the test
schools knocking on my door
sometimes put it aside and walk away
whats next
growing up
throwing up
find your shoe
need to poo
write a line
find sometime
to realize
to emphasize
to change your skin
take out the bin
Growing up
Drink a cup
I grew up watching porn. Not in a weird way,
Just the normal way.
I was interested in sex, I wanted to know when it would be my turn.
I remember loading up the family computer, trying to be quiet so that
The most carefree child
That’s what I was
Obsessed with school
And willing to believe that everything was for a purpose in this world
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
sometimes
you have to see
where you will be
instead of where you are
tough it out, it's not that far.
have fun
don't run
your past was bad
but a look back won't make you mad
The door slammed
And it...was done.
The torture came to an end.
I no longer had to pretend
That my parents were my friend.
I suddenly began to feel
Something so surreal.
It's hard leaving your home
But you have to go
Those tears you cried wont be in vain
All that hurt you felt, that awful pain
Will wash away under the summer rain
You'll see them again
Hands inlayed with pain
Bleeding from success
Reserved for only one
Yet used by everyone else.
They tremble and shake
I reached for the wood,
Like it was a life preserver;
Legs swinging,
I held on;
I was Rose and the tree was Jack,
And I wasn't going to fall down;
I propped myself on the branch,
I always sat back and listened to you yell
I never liked it but I was shy as hell
I watched you punch holes in our wall I would be so scared
I wanted to call 911
but you told me to never tell.
I remember,
The connection we loved ever so much has now ran away,
laughs of joy we shared have now become screams of agony,
The memory of running playfully has now become a sorrow filled stroll,
I remember,
The connection we loved ever so much has now ran away,
laughs of joy we shared have now become screams of agony,
The memory of running playfully has now become a sorrow filled stroll,
You think it's alright?
You think that its ok?
To do what you do and to say what you say?
To rape us and to mace us and to say "it's your clothes" `
but you violate animals and babies and OH THE LORD KNOWS!
When the rain comes
We’re taught to run inside.
Hide for your life, and stay dry.
We build up our wals
Wide and tall
I’ve never been one to grasp for control
It’s chains
To me
Have always felt cold.
I came from the womb believing this true,
A penny-priced wisdom,
Tailor-built for a fool,
We fill our lungs with oxygen we force feed ourselves
telling ourselves it's the lack of knowledge that creates such a brutal field to this world
Don't be afraid to conquer your fears;
Hold back your tears
In life your fears are there to make things clear,
They don't hurt they make you see what needs work in you
The alphabet is easy.
It is one of the first things we are taught.
All the letters are equal.
All letters are important.
I can hear my thoughts
As they run through my head
But I forget
That nobody else can
My words hide in the back of my mind
In the back of my throat, still in my mouth.
Silent words that never seen the light of day.
They hide in fear.
Of what?
Eaten from the inside out, poisoned by despair
Swallowed in misfortune, drowning in thin air
Led by intention, we failed our duty
Progress has been erased, back to 1963
Damned by a coax, we've disgraced our promise
Down, down, down, down,
We see ourselves fall time and time again
All cry in unison for help, for it is all we can muster
“Have you ever thought “bout
How what you say affects people?”
Words leaving your lips
Hold a potential that you must understand
Potentially forcing someone
Just write, I say
Images of you clutter my mind.
Images of us, writing together.
In that time and space, I felt free.
And then,
I pushed you away.
Away from everything I loved.
I love my mother
She gives to me and my brother
Her hair smells like flowers
She cares and takes care
She hugs me like a bear
I love you mother
She gives me so much love
History isn’t always learned through books
because of you I experienced it first hand
The trips to the capitol
Captivating Cool Charismatic
Let me tell A bit about my life when I was only five I saw it all guns knives weed crack it was already Wack people were breaking in stealing all our money I could hear the rich people laughing I guess they thought it was funny because I was walk
She brought me to life
Took care of me when I couldn't
But most importantly loved me when I wouldnt.
She held me for nine months
I'm having this dream where I'm driving,
and then, of course, you come along.
I have never met you but I bet that because
I saw you in my dream we are bound to meet someday
I have been known as the blank faced girl
I wear my mask well
my emotions kept tightly at bay, never protruding on my face
The act to feel and touch were strangely different from my fellow man
dear nicholas and twila,
when i was so much younger
i was sad and often cried
i always felt alone
no matter how hard i tried
Dear Pop Pop,
Love is a understatement
And everyday that you are not here it hurts a little more
You was my best friend
Only way out of the devils paradise was to spend the evening with you
You prove to me
I want to be a poet,
Only for the money,
You see college is expensive
It is really not that funny.
Some spend years repaying a debt,
Others can't even afford it'
but paying for education is bullshit
Once upon a time there was a princess
Or was it perhaps was it a prince?
Give me a second I shall look into my index,
Ah yes, here it is, it was nothing but a man.
once apon a time
a girl as white as snow
a girl with a beautiful glow
once apon a time
a girl with hair as dark as night
a girl who faced a terrible fright
once apon a time
As I jog along the lush earth, the flaming ball sets on the horizon, and the morning dew rises as the ice begins to defrost. The Eden garden awakens as the sphere of light rises beyond the early morning sky.
As a child, I endured extreme anxiety
once my adolescent body found itself
incarcerated by the unforgiving
darkness of the night.
Brown, round, dirty
Might be curvy
Hand picked
Quite perfect
Is never alone
Can make you moan
Goes with head
He's not just a drop-out who didn't persevere
He's a student who's issues are severe
Father's an alcoholic
Mother's going steric
This makes siblings neurotic
Who has energy for school when home is chaotic
When I was 13, a boy told me this is how you kiss, that gifts show affection, and that this is love.
I started laying bricks down.
It's a call to arms But not a call to firearms I know, we are alarmed,But as the United StatesWe shall not fill our voids with hateBecause regardless of our skin or domination Our skin is sacred.
Bam!
I knocked you out
you hit the ground
I'm through messing around
playing these little games of yours
tired of you walking all over me like I'm nothing but dirt
I'm done getting hurt
love is something that we cherish and something we all have people have the wrong understanding of what it means.
My love,
I loved u then,
I love u now,
It just happened,
I dont know how.
But, now to say I cant live,
Without you,
Would be a fib.
You are my life,
My love for you is true,
I cried into her shoulder as the day was long and hard.
She held me and told me it would be fine.
She made me laugh when I didn't want to smile.
She made me think through my thoughts.
I am the wallflower who at first
is warry to all that’s around.
I am the dreamer with a thirst
for the world in papers bound.
I swear that I would never forget
Your form quietly returns to space
What else can I do besides avenge you?
Sometimes I stare at myself in the mirror
I’m short, thick, and a little funny looking at times.
But, then when others see me
I’m the wolf.
Flip the page
To come across a spell
Like a mage
But spotted about a word of myself dwell
I defined as spiffy
Being strike as average
But on the inside as iffy
I can be a bandage
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I am... brown skin, curly hair
I am... bullied on the playground
I am... "What are you?"
I am... snowball fights by myself.
I am cuts, I am tears
I am nights alone
I am nights alone
Many days of my life I have been upset
In many ways I am up swept
the facts about what's to be, gives me hope
that all the sorrow can be the past
Despite what is saidAnd despite what is doneI know who I amAnd i know what i've won.Like a ribbon of blueOr a token of gold,My soul is set free;It's shakles now cold.
My son; you are wrapped in warmth, softness, and affection;
yes, you are dwelling inside me.
You are still sensitive to my feelings, and can deduct the level of love i have for you.
Education is the key to success
and school is the lock !
You can not open a lock without a key
You can not pass a test
without studying
you can not acheive your dream
without hard work
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell
Shades and tainted images hide well
The blemishes and marks that always dwell
Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
A man is not a man if he is afraid of nothing,
Nor is he a man if he hath not stumbled.
For every man is somewhat afraid of something,
And that, I say, I am and also humble.
Can you hear me?
I am not loud enough for your ears to hear me? I will yell and yell just so you can
hear me.
Are words not good enough anymore, now in days I need a few swear words
just to get the attention.
Dark circles under brown eyes,
Permanent since sixth grade,
From too many nights with too little sleep.
But why sleep when I can learn and laugh and think?
Entire universes reside within,
Often, I’ve found,
the truth to be uneasy.
But to be given a chance to speak this freely…
Well, I must.
Let’s hear it, Saima, who are you really?
You see,
19 I am and thirsty
I remain.
A Letter to My Future Self
Dear Future Me,
If you are reading this letter,
That means you are in your early twenties.
Fresh out of college
What is Love?
Chapter 1: My mother meets a man.
She thinks she loves him, but she doesn’t know what love is.
A one night stand with a perfect stranger is not love.
The world is rarely simply black or white.
It would certainly make life easier
If gray wasn’t all that existed. ‘Fight’.
I convince myself to defy misers
And eliminate ambiguity.
tell me who I am?
Am i a wild one,
Am I a daughter,
Am I a son?
Tell me who I am?
What do I wanna be?
Do I wanna be a doctor, who will save somebody?
And as the silence ceases to exist,
It's heavy cloud becoming customary
To her dulled nerves--
His eyes shined louder.
The renewal of sharp feeling in her limp
body--for she was numbed by the farthest,
Why should I go with you, Miss Forever and Sir Always?
We are sturdy and gentle and loyal and true.
Then what shall I do if I grow bored later in my days?
Finding the right forever and always is all you must do.
The filter's hides my insecurites,
They continue to change my destiny.
Taking away the filter,
One by one, I see who I am,
Who I truly am.
Finally seeing myself, Loving myself,
Is there pain anywhere beside in my mind and soul? Is there peace at a more desperate mission I prefer to reach? Is there love in a better place other than my heart?
Behind the mask
Behind the filter
Very few ever see
Hidden kindness
Smoke and mirrors
Observant listener
Strange humor
Passion
Without the quiet mask
There are words. There are words etched on the wall sitting in the backround of a war. Created by fire and anger, and the rise of a people declaring that they will have their rights. And they scream "No More."
When I am #NoFilter, I am a singer in my bedroom, performing for my sky blue audience, my four walls.
In the room
full of people
I look at my success.
Clapping for me.
Glorifying.
Shaking hands.
Smile.
It was a success.
Wait.
Do I know any of you?
This isnt is joke but, i hate to burst your bubbles
I won this contest and there isnt a think you can do,
I am tall
I am handsome
I am white
I am strong
I am male.
I have a girlfriend
I have no dad
I have no family
I have a job
I have a car.
I have hurt people
I miss the way she used to look at me, She used to look at me like I was the moon, She used to look at me li
what should you see when you look at me , not the make up that i try to pull off, not the skin that im trying to hide , not the language that the people aroud m
My pictures are perfect.
Every zit, dark spot, and blemish is harmless.
The assymetric features of my face are flawless.
The tiny scar under my hairline is a piece of me.
I'm just a girl who like to write poetry hey what the heck? I love to Paint and do photography.
See me a thousand times, know me never.
If you could see the world through my eyes for a single day, you would never look upon me the same.
My closest friends know not who I truly am: under the skin.
Dark brown chocolate sista’
So cool and pristine
But not quite
A lean mean fighting machine
If only provoked by those who try to fist ha’
You say you want to date me, but I think you might hate me
And when you hear what I speak, I think you might just agree
I'll give you 3 reasons, just listen, you'll see
Where's my daddy?
Posted up in jail
I spent all his bail
Love was too expensive, so he gave me hell
I'm just a young girl trapped inside a box
Trying to get out but there's to many locks
I search and search trying to figure out how to please
Instead of standing up and fight for what I believe
Maybe you're proud of me
Who I grew to be
Ingenuity, influenced by your eulogy
Remembering our memories
Filters, they’ve become a part of my society,
But yet, I try so hard to be the real me.
I’m screaming, hoping somebody will hear
‘This isn’t what I wanted; this is exactly what I feared!’
18
The year your life changes
The year you are faced with choices
Some you are not ready to make
Left or right
Push or pull
Which is the right answer
Pick one and then you will know
If I could draw a picture of sorrow and hurt, what would it be?
A beat up heart,
A broken down mind,
Maybe a soul who has lost all hope of the future?
naked with no protection, flaws and imperfection
dont be decived, for perfection is in the eye of the beholder
You might of cut out my edges,Painted me a disguise,Removed all of my “flaws,”Since I am not presentable to your eyes.
I may appear unbroken and strong...
I may appear with power and faith.
I may show my love within a song.
But my appearance is only a phase.
I cry and I weep like humans will do...
Who are you and what have you done with the real me
Trying to change yourself
Just to escape the critique of those insecure about themselves
You used to be vibrant
Truth in a bottle won't be sold
But kept as a secret weapon of old
Hidden from all who could potentially benefit
From its dangerous, life-changing world of definite
Walking in the hallway with a stack of books
Late night studying the art of deception
With a GPA so high, who can find a fault
In the girl with depression hidden so well.
I’m a sophomore in High School with a brain that never stops,
Ranging from thoughts, ideas and memories I cannot “crop”.
I’m fifteen years old with a mouth that runs from morning to night,
I may be small
But everything else about me sure isn't
I have a big heart and a big voice
Big ideas and aspirations
And one big appetite
Yep, the only thing small about me is my body
she is beautiful in her own way,
she’s a size ten, and acts like a two
she’s flirty, smiles and hugs around
she’s smart, brilliant some would say
she wear’s dark purple and black
My hair is in knots when I wake up in the morning
My head isn’t always tilted to the right trying to find my light
My lips aren’t red until I decide to paint them with the blood of superficiality
Behind the smile
is what you can't see
Behind the lies
is where you find me
Behind the glossy, polished surface
is somewhere I'd rather you not look
I had to pay, actually,
to find myself.
Didn't you?
I had choices,
I had to chose.
I had fallen to the social norms.
I lost my sanity,
Crazy, wild, shy
always laughing, never speaking
unintelligent, very smart
good head on her shoulders, no common sense
cute, adorable, should smile more.
These are how others describe me
eyes wide ingesting everything
ravenous retinas
resolution high
wind whips blurry
hurried blinking bliss
air warm
thick breaths
breeze blue
sun beams
vast view
diamond in the rough
the tougest material cae from he softest ingredients
which leaves the inquery of why the earth is so obedient
he says push, earth says ok, soil says no!
We are beautiful from within and without
We are no filter challenge
Or no make up experiments
We need no filter
To change our beauty
Our beauty is within the world
Within our inner soul
Life experiences
Life challenges
They all shape who we become
They mold us into individuals
Throughout life however that individualization is lost
We all just tend to conform
I am one shade darker,one size bigger, and one inch shorter
We are pratically the same,
but diffrent.
she is beautiful,like a renissance painting
The eyes are windows to the soul;
people see me in light,
Galaxia-Stella-
images see me in dark;
Gravis-
But I am full of wonder and wistfullness;
Me without a filter is a lot of different people.
I’m someone else with each new environment.
Some are sarcastic, some are analytical, most are honest to a fault.
But all of them are real.
Happy days come and go but nothing more
They say to prove your worth or else be sore
Ive come and gone and begged my soul to greif
Alas it has been nothing but a dream.
Those boys and girls pertain to nothingness
Im the one girl
the one hiding in the back of the class
keeping her head down as not to attract the attention of the crowd
Im the one girl
that plays the part she was assigned
The fire girl glides down the asphalt river,
her book nose and pen hand taking in the world,
making it beautiful.
She smiles as the sun hugs her,
a cool almost chilling breeze rolls lazily by.
I use to hit
I use to hate
- Myself-
I use to cry
I use to want
I use to wish
-to die-
I didn't understand
-how the people who where suppose to love me left me-
I didn't love myself
I am confident, positive, & strong on the outside
But timid, unsure, & weak on the inside
I try to be like everyone else
While my true form hides within myself
I want others to see me through my lies
The veins wind their way down the petals of my thighs
the beauty of the earth is found in my beautiful brown eyes.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
NOT FOR THE WAY YOU SMILE, BUT FOR THE WAY YOU SLOWLY GLANCE AT THE WORLD.
Working in a restaurant is exciting
Meeting new people
Working with others
Having a sense of comraderie
Knowing they have your back
It's very weird, meeting new people
I was an accident.
Definition:
Simple as that.
The day I came knocking on my mother's womb door,
everything changed from
party college life to
adulthood.
I was rasised by hard workers.
Hidden away from all the eyes,
I seem to bleed alone.
Broken heart and troubled mind,
I seem to bleed alone.
No one really sees that,
I seem to bleed alone.
Tears on face and shacking hands,
Who am I?
I am a roiling boiling ocean
Of magma
Lying just beneath the surface
Of an active volcano.
I am emotions:
Good feelings
Relief, caring, compassion,
Joy
Bad feelings
They told me that he would be happy
On the farm where he could run free,
And that while I was feeling so sad and alone,
My dog wouldn't wish to see me.
My parents had lied; my puppy had died.
This is me behind the scenes
A strong-willed girl
That no one can see.
I hide behind such troubled eyes
Faking smiles
No one sees through my lies.
Finding myself lost deeper in space
I hide, putting that bright smille on my face.
But no one really knows.
I'm stuck in this brace.
Dear those who let social networking control your self confidence. You are beautiful.
I can be bossy and loud,
But I’m not asking you to tone me down.
I may be harsh and sarcastic,
But my edges don’t need to be smoothed.
The world has exposed me to so much,
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell
Shades and tainted images hide well
The blemishes and marks that always dwell
Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
Many people know my story but know how it started,
growing up as a child I can't say that I enjoyed it,
Living in a home it wa just me and my mother,
No real man in the house all we had was each other,
WIthout a filter I am not what I appear to be
Not quite the girl you all think you know
I am much more than everything that you chose to see
So let me tell you a little bit about me.
"No I don't want you to change my picture."
Why would you need to change me?
Just because my eyes are uneven
Or because my cheeks are big?
Is it because my teeth are not white enough?
Are my thighs to big?
I am everything and everyone
Every place you've ever been
I am the waves of the ocean
To dwell on you is to dwell on a knife
Its swift blades cut into me
like the voices in my head
cut into my sanity
You're here and not here
you care and you don't care
2015
New Year New me
But who is ‘me’ when no one can see?
We got layers of layers of stuff in the way.
No one hears what you actually say.
There’s fronts, make up and filters on that.
This is a story to be told
Of a girl who seems so cold
A girl who always stays true
To hersef and others through and through
A girl who has always been so bold
Away with all this greyscale, opague, inkwell lo-fi and hefe. Only stick with original.Just me and who I am suppose to be. The truth. Don't try to hide my blemishes, my eye bags, my scars.
The stars are beginning to fall and the sun is beginning to darken on this melancholic night. As I stare at my ceiling of dreams, wishes, and fantasies, my eyes begin to drown themselves with sorrow.
Music and poetry helps my sanity and I cannot spend all of my time with people continuously because people do not seem to really understand me and there is not a bother or a dare to care about the rare thoughts that seep into my mind through out
No filter
No control.
I don't choose to look like I do.
With dead eyes.
And an empty smile.
No filter
No control.
I did not ask for this.
My frame too large for photo encasing.
I am...
A princess
crowned in flowers,
adorned with jewelry,
and latched to the only prince that deserved my heart.
A mermaid
swimming through rough seas,
All I want is 1 chance to make a fool of myself
All I want is for the 2 of us to make pictures for the shelf
All I want is to love you 3x4x5 times a day
All I want is for our love to be 6 shades of gray
She emulates thick pitch blackness as she claws her way across the cold reflective surface
Dark tar designs etched in her face, spilling from her eyes down her cheeks, her soul is only one solid mass of encircling darkness
Baby girl. whats on that mind of yours?
Is it that make up your wearing thats got your mind on doubting?
Your tiara seems to be slipping back.
Do you need a hug? Lets take that makeup off that beautiful face of yours.
My body relaxes and I feel calm.The gentle sounds I hear when I’m aloneare racing down my warm face in turquoisestreams. I like to pretend that my pasteldreams are more than the ocean and seashells.
maybe if i dont say i am, i wont be.
maybe if i pretend to be happy, i will be.
maybe if i keep building these walls, i'll be protected.
maybe if i stopped taking them pills, i'll be fine.
Flickering lights
Sleepless nights
I wonder
When will my home be in sight?
I travel alone
Like a dog to a bone
I search
But never once glance for a phone
What am I looking for?
No lights,
No camera,
No action,
Just myself trying to fit into my school's secret factions.
feelings smash
collide and integrate
mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child
one minute i am functioning
one minute i am overwhelmed
and the next i am gone
A toy needs love too....
You were happy because I was something new and fun to play with,
At first, it seemed lime everything I did amazed and befuddled you,
Where did those times go?
I am キラキラ.
I am sparkles and glitter and yellow and sunshine.
Individuality lost with a press of a button
Creativity limited by the boarders of a screen
Beauty eclipsed by filters
An attempt to imitate perfection
Has become the new trend
That brought an end
Define [Caroline]:
I define myself.
Who I am, who I want to be, what I believe in, what I like, what I do, who I love, how I act.
I. am. dynamic.
It starts in 1999, when at five years
old, still chubby-cheeked and new,
I learned that make-up was for girls
as night over night I watched my mother paint
(Basically),
Behind
These
Blue
Eyes
Is
A
Mind
And
A
Soul
That
Loves
To
Run
In
The
Sunshine
And
Laugh
The shields and barriers I erect
The many layers
Misdirections
I’m addicted to
They wrap around my smothered soul
Not now I'm afraidAs patient as you existNot only in this moment or hour the same but a lifetime of wait awaits.My mind found folly and fatigue but lacked the fervor.
I am my hands, my feet,
The words I say when I can not speak.
I am my arms and legs,
The songs I sing when I fall asleep.
I am my neck and chest,
The yawn I make when I first awake.
If I could have one superpower
it would be the power to create
I would raise cities to love the people without homes
create stars to keep the darkness company
Society, I don’t understand your games.
There are rules you claim,
To act that way,
To speak this way,
To appear another way,
And it is a game you created called Pretend.
I'm a disappointment
A failed try who deserves every ounce of blame,
always pushing my anger forward as I hold back my shame
Why talk about dreams I'll never achieve,
Honestly?
This confidence?
A facade, a sham,
a role played in the performance --
my life.
Should the world be a stage,
I shall be it’s greatest
actor.
I am not
NOT
not
about to pick apart the pieces of myself
tear out a ventricle here
a molar there
a fingernail and a stretchmark
sew them all together with
I don’t say much. But I speak when I talk. I often stumble when I walk. I whiten my teeth. Stay combing my hair. But I feel that doesn't get me anywhere. I'm impeccably dressed And remain humble still.
The veil has been lifted the masquerade is over; Alone I have prevailed
1.
Wear you skin like armor.
The glow of your forefathers shines brighter than any bleach-drenched word that tries to erase the “La Illaha Illallah” from your DNA.
In the lonely hour I cry, I laugh, and I fake a smile.
In the lonely hour I run from my fears like a fool making people laugh in which I'm the fool myself.
Strip me of my mocha colored skin
and my velvet coursed curly hair,
and tell me darling...what do you see?
When it all comes down
To a few simple words
Am I just a girl in her room
Reading a book to pass the afternoon
A scientist with her head in the clouds
Or a violist wishing to be heard by the crowds
Strip me of my signatures and you will be left with the essence of my existence.Disregard the opinionated buttons on my backpack,
Sharpen your jawline
with a piece of sandpaper. Try not to break
the skin; grime will settle
into your blood and spread like poison,
and you're here to fix you,
not the opposite.
How dare you ask me who I would be
without all these stereotypes?
Don’t you know that society has already defined me.
Don’t you know that because I am female
my main goal is to be beautiful.
Change.
Its more than just a simple word,
It’s a movement, a way of life.
Too bad society has changed for the worse.
We’re all artists, painting ourselves the way we want to be seen.
We have our distorted self-portraits on display to the world, but we rarely let authenticity slip through.
For years I have been afraid, afraid of being a statistic.
A statistic of rape, child abuse, depression, suicide attempts, and so much more.
Someone is watching me
Raw skin, black and blue.
Bitter screams manipulate
Frantic shadows smear me
Bare arms ache
Gardens storm behind
Red roses sweat
Lust and death
Reality is the filter.
It's paramount.
It advocates our aspects in every particle of air,
it pumps the hue into our cheeks with every breath.
In every wave of light,
Free, Happy, Loved,
Unique and like no other,
Thinking before I talk and confidence in the way I walk,
Laughter is loud and full of joy,
Not interested in trying to impress any boy.
That's who I see.
I can tell you many things about myself,
But will they be true?
Will they truly tell you who I really am?
I can give you the truth and I can lie,
Either way you may never know who I really am.
Above all, I am a coward.
My friends, my family, they would say differently
They would say something nice, something sweet, something vapid
Esto es mi rostro,
body creaking,
my wrist twisting,
twisting, twisting, twisting...
corporeal
Sera este mi rostro?
is it the face in reflection shown,
reversed, turned over,
Fiametta
Under the layers of our years,
Beneath that wizened crust,
sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
Ask 90% of the people that know me who I am, and they’ll tell you-
She’s a writer,
She’s a scholar,
She’s a daughter, a sister,
An animal lover,
If you happen to fit size-negative jeans
steer clear of me.
The amount of pizza I can inhale will sicken you
Don't watch me
sink my teeth into crispy
then pillowy dough, cheese and grease
oozing out,
I'm trying to write this poem.
What do I even say?
Do I talk about my life?
Do I talk about my day?
Maybe I mention my merit,
My scores and GPA?
Should I list my awards, or my courses?
Behind the filters
Behind the makeup
Behind the faces of emotions
There is a blank slate.
We start out as blank slates,
Molded by the society that raises us,
Makes us strong,
I have no use for filters
I could not care less about them
If you need one to see yourself
Then who are you without them?
Cary Grant did not need one
He looked sharp in any tone
"Tell me about yourself."
My teacher thumbs through a stack of personality pages,
plops one, unceremoniously, on my desk.
"This is just so I can get to know you all."
shred the silver from my body.I take my finger tipsand peel the mirrors from my skin.instead of showing onlyreflectionsof others' emotions;instead of showing onlyperfection, I will uncage my heart
Behind the filters, behind the gaze,
Lies a person who is afraid.
They create an image that is fake,
And others see this and do not take.
The others know what is real and what is not,
Shall I compare me to a wretched night?
The tinder of my mind’s bone dead and dry,
And the lightning’s wrath doth set the for’st alight.
Tis’ a wonder that one would not die!
I rub my eyes,
Eyeliner,
Mascara,
Streaks my face.
Makeup remover,
Wipe,
By wipe,
It disappears.
I continue,
Foundation,
Concealer,
Little pixels on a little screen.
They're bright, they're blinding
little images that don't portray me.
No one can see the science in my veins.
No one can see the art in my hands.
Oh sweet, sweet depression.
How are you doing my dear?
You're pulling me down so far,
Down so far I can't hear.
Oh sweet, sweet depression.
My arms become hungry,
As my makeup smears.
A gainless challenge it is to connect intellect proud with lashes long, eyes veined, and sanguine colors wetly flooding merriment into chapped lips and brown cheeks cratered;
Ordinary.
Is what we are without all the excess
Is what the world looks like day to day
I'm broken but I'm strong, I'm flawed but I'm still beautiful in my own way, and I'm different but maybe different is a good thing.
Oh Hello. Hi. Uhm..
How do you do?
I'd like to introduce myself to you.
What you see is average.
Who I am to the world is not who I actually am.
To the world they see me as the girl who is always happy and has her life together.
They see someone that doesn't wear make-up because she is okay with how she looks.
Without filters I fear for my mind
and the tricks it plays on itself all the time
Without filters in which I see the world
My eyes would see opportunity everywhere
and not just the beaches,
Behind the face
There is only me
Out at sea
Behind the face
There is only love
There is only passion
I raise my anchor
From my ship
Out to see
Abstract Is what I desire
What I admire
About the world
Loving each other like when boy meets girl
Or when Girl Meets Guy
Love catches the gaze of the inner abstract eye
Take away the B.B. cream
Wooden eye brush and chemical buttered lipstick
And manufactured eyelashes,
You have the foundation of a natural beauty.
My veins, branches,
The sound, water of life,
My heart beats,
For the beautiful knife.
This dagger, song,
Takes me to another land,
My very essence,
Lies in one frequency band.
Perhaps the window throws the view.
Do you see me here, see right through?
Does this window, a stained-glass face, keep it hidden, a secret place?
I think sometimes I'm not what's seen,
Looking in the mirror I see many things those that vary from style to emotion and such in between
Front view camera #Flip
I look in the mirror
What do I see?
A girl with pimples and wacky hair.
Beautiful? Me?
//time magazine calls us the “me me me” generation-
they say we’re lost in a digital age and no google
search could find us.
we’re made out to be robotic
narcissistic runaways defined in
The Sun hits the eyes just right, they appear more green than brown in the light
Though hiding from the camera always smiling at the attempted capture of the moment
I look in the mirror and see
That nothing is worse than me
I know I'm alone
So I simply moan
There are tears in my eyes,
But none hear my cries
Every single friend
Said "Here 'til the end"
The lens of a camera is a bridge built between two,
The outside world and the real you.
I often deceive the world with my filters,
Trying to hide all my imperfect feature;
But let me flip the lens,
You will never see me perform my poetry
On America’s Got Talent.
Ellen DeGeneres won’t
Read this poem and invite me to
Los Angeles, California to be
M modest, Mature, Magnanimous
I intellectual, Intuitive, Idealistic
C caring, Clever, Confident
H helpful, Honest, Hardworking
A athletic, Appreciative, Adventurous
E energetic, Educated, Enthusiastic
There is a girl I see quite often
at first glance she seems strong, but her face is softened.
She laughs and smiles trying to fit in,
but I see a girl who's actually comfortable in her skin.
How do I sound?
Through the smile I place on my face
Sometimes I sound like tears (I’m choking back)
From the strain of all of this weight on my shoulders
This Conversation is meaningless,
Conversations about parties, and getting so fucked up that we forget everything the next day.
Next subject: Boys.
Which boy is hot? Who is the next boyfriend? Hook up?
Slumber disguises your blemishesCrema smooths your skinAmaro makes you look olderRise makes you look thinLudwig brightens your features
I am calm like the river gently flowing
knowing fairly well where I'm going.
I am free like a bird flying overhead
but not so free as to choose when I'm dead.
I am small but I can make an impact
I am one whom is full of quirks,
Within myself, weirdness lurks.
To others, I may seem strange,
But to myself, I seem perfectly arranged.
She's always sad,
Barely able to bring a smile to her own face,
Like a move of her muscles would change her emotions
She's always sad
Black cold eyes
Brutally beat
By old rage
Bruised hate
My photos without filters are beautiful
I take a shot of the beach covered in ice
The sky is gray, the water is gray, I capture
The frigid temperature through the floating ice
Anxiety:A seven letter word thatKnocks the wind out of me every timeI am called to attention
There's this lassie
she's so classy.
Face like a clown
society thinks she's worthy of a crown,
but take it off
without the make-up she is lost.
Now a lady
she's so pretty.
May be a nerd
I don’t know who I am.
Behind the scenes,
a chameleon in costume.
Dresses of armor and eyeliner sharp like a knife,
I am a woman! #nofilterslam
I am a strong independent woman who can handle her own.
Who is driven to achieve her career goals when grown.
Who is dedicated to a basketball team to stay in tone.
There’s a smile on my face and an air of confidence about me
But that’s not me.
The real me, well I keep her hidden
You must dig deep
Beneath the smile that’s painted on my face
From the bottom? No from the top.From the top we shall drop.We shall drop until we come to a stop.Come to a stop at the mop.The mop is wild and brown.Wild and brown framing the face all the way down.
Perfect, is the overstatement; Imperfect, an understatement;
In between those lines is me.
I am the crayon colored outside the lines,
A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask
Spraying perfume at the trash
Covering a bad hair with a hat
An endless plight of forty days and forty nights,
The storm drowns my voice lost to the Void,
Afraid to speak, to leave, and thrive,
Contrary to belief, Spanglish was never one of the languages I carried in my arsenal against Western imperialism. Spanish was the language I was given from Mexico; English was what I learned to survive and fight against the United States.
Life is a river running endlessly into the Depression Ocean.i do my best to get out, but the current always pulls me back in.
I don't wear makeup to hide,
I wear it because I want to.
I choose to not wear makeup
not to hide,
not to be seen,
but because I want to.
My beauty does not come from makeup or lack there of,
I am a wanderer
I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
Pull back the curtain
that happens to be
protecting a raw soul
from how harsh the world can be
We all can be the same
yet so varied in way
that our filters seem stronger
I am a girl.
But not a girl, I am a canvas.
I am a blank piece of paper, ready to be made into a masterpiece.
Make me into something pure, something raw,
Once upon a time I admired kaleidoscopes.
A single spin and wonders unveiled
Enthralling crystals contort [such twisted patterns].
Like so, take a spin,
And I will don another face, another persona,
Memories are a part of me,
They drift apart from me.
So many thoughts, just like my old matchbox cars,
Simpler times---remember pogo sticks and toy guns,
Four. Freshman year. How many minutes, hours, minutes, hours, days, Would it take for the year to be over.
Music is my voice
Lyrics are my words
A mermaids rejoice
In a broken world
My infectious laughter pollutes the air
Jumping in imagination
With love and hope everywhere
Creating inspiration
I’ve far too long been a drudge of a cracked screen
But the likes and comments give me a sense of being
Too comfortable to dismay the followers
So I continue to act accordingly to society’s powers
As soon as I step onto pavement at
The school I now attend, my smile becomes
Affix'd. I must then straighten up my back
And shoulders that are hunching down with weight,
The pressure facing me-- they say conform
Spiders rest - Silently, awaiting darkness
collars jingle - one dog rolls onto its Side the other licks it’s paws.
banana’s lay still - covered with brown Spots
Behind the Mayfair and the Valencia I am lost
I know not who I am
but I know who I'm not
I put on a facade.
People think "Oh, you must be an extrovert,"
Or "What an outgoing chick!'
I am loud
veined ovals lean against the hose with small puddles,
guests: though one more a guest than the other
towards that end, and treading amongst the surface
she plays the Body living, breathing
spinning
Like the stars effortlessly twinkle against the roaring engines of travelling planes through the night
A mirror stands before me
Whispers of hate and laughter surround me
They point out the outside flaws
So I put on a mask to hide the hurt and the pain
Mad
She’s a match that’s quick to light
that’s not hard to put out.
Short tempered, but quick to forgive.
Merciful
Insecure
She’s a puppy in a pack of wolves
Who am I without any of those filters or fake edits?
Well I am me
I am someone who is naturally beautiful
yet goofy all by my personal line of credit
I am someone with flaws just like anyone else
There are only one of me
filters might change the surface
but filters dont change me
I am a young man creating my own mark
with a passion for new experiences
a history of mistakes, with more to come
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
The me you see is nice and kind
The me that's me wants to break stuff all the time
I always seem so calm
So happy
I want holes in the walls
Feel crappy
The me that's me wants to break
She is
in her little red car and it is
Friday night, so she is
laughing and the music is
loud.
Next Friday night
she is crying and
she doesn't know exactly why
Snap. Here it is. A representation of who I really am.
No "Valencia", "Lo-Fi", "Inkwell."
No adjustments in Brightness, Contrast, or Saturation.
Just me, simply me.
She trains herself to smile that perfect little smile,
Who is she without 1977?
She's a sad, sad girl with a growing pain inside,
The filters hide her imperfections,
Lazing on the beach is where I'm most authentic.When my feet hit the sand, I shoot into the ocean like cannon of fun, bursting with excitement because I am surrounded by "stuff".Lots and lots of "stuff"!
When I was in the fourth grade
I walked up to my dance teacher and said,
“I am African-American.”
She promptly spit out the water she was drinking and replied,
“You’re half black?”
Rewind to the moment when you stood with your breats free, panties off, stress free in the bathroom.
Look at me.I mean it, look at me.Not at my face, look in my eyes.Look where my real beauty lies.I know you’ve been missing it for some time.Because on the outside,
Under the constellation Gemini
I was born - the twins of the sky
The yin and yang of the horoscopes
The perfect way to describe me.
Fun, youthful, lively
Never wastes one single moment
Why hide beauty, when it is all you can see?
Shall you treat yourself to delights and one's rights
Authentic me is one that everyone sees,
no makeup or filters, just scars and crooked teeth.
The scars create a mask that is beautifully hurtful to the eye,
its raw and vulnerable to those that reply.
I've try to convert if I can
The will of the canvas at my demand
So many different ones to counsel in
Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
Well: who am I, put honestly?
Without facade, I seem to be
A borderline dichotomy
Between two frames of mind.
At first, I show my artistry:
An optimist's philosophy
Where I eschew gentility -
Selfie stick, Vienna filter
Eyeliner, Mac brushes, fake lashes
Pink lips, contoured cheeks
Curling irons, skinny waists
Thigh gap, high heels, short dresses
I see me
Not a me I want to see...
but a me that I can't unseen
A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane
A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
For far too long I tried to walk down your road,
In hopes that it would pull your attention to me
This is the story how I got close to losing myself
This is the story how I became so great!
Hello! How may I help you? I greet each and everyone
I’ve said it all for months, yet it feels like I’ve just begun
More orders become messed up
Completely me.
It isn't easy.
But I can do it.
Just watch. You'll see.
Porcaline skin.
Rosy cheeks.
Bright eyes.
All natural you see.
It's easy to try.
And every second now is as hard as two seconds then.
Knowing theres 86,400 seconds in a day, youve fought 172,800.
Your hair may look a little dumb,
When did you last pick up a comb?
However, if that's just your style,
It's no reason for exile.
When will you stop all that fear,
In a funhouse,
I stare in awe at my reflection,
Wishing I could live in a penthouse.
My life, my perspective, my bias keep me going in the right direction.
In a world that is self-conscious; we fear how we will be treated
Yet a single snap says a thousand words.
Just looking at the lens it is like my whole life is reveled.
The mirror stares back at me
in many ways it holds the key,
outlining my curvy figure for all to see
and bringing me back to my reality.
No make-up upon my face for me to hide,
Without a mask who can I possibly be?
Well I am me and that is very plain to see
Seeing as I don't really have a mask
There is not that much left that I need to reveal
From my perspective I am simply me
Buckets of rain poured down from the sky,
as though the angels wept, mourning what was to come.
I found myself lurking outside at school,shrouded in a black hoodie
Happiness and joy, money at my feet
why not me?
Families going through hard times
people on the street, fearing things will never be the same
seeing me, makes there day.
Having a little more hope for change.
To wake up with pain,
To wake up with the same thoughts as yesterday
To look at myself without knowing myself,
I was in love with filters.
I mean why not?
Being able to have my impurities
Removed, what is there not to like?
Filters enchance my beauty
I would tell myself.
Not knowing that the filters were
She looks like she hasn't slept in days
I want to ask if the bags under her eyes are too heavy for her face.
I am a painter’s brush dripping and crossing across the paper.
I am the bold outline of the harsh shape words
That sometimes leaves my mouth before I can stop them.
If naked were acceptable, I would be silly, willy, proud
I would see reflected in mirrors the figure of my youth
I would get to sleep in nothingness, and wrap myself in clouds
Things that those will never know
By: Skylar Kodish
Happiness is just one thing to think,
Some believe in him, and others don't.
He can be friendly,
He can be mannered,
17 years young still don’t know who I am
17 years young I still don’t understand
Without the music, the pictures, the friends
I still try hard to make a trend
I just got to comprehend
I was born with the sun in my teeth and hair
with mercury pouring out of my fingers and toes
Unburdened with the notion of needing to be anything
at recess I practiced the sprinkler
so I could be everywhere at once
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,
This black diamond
This beautiful black diamond
Rare of the rarest
There's more to why I cherish
Such beauty that won't parish
Nothing can compare it
TO DESCRIBE MYSELF WITHOUT THE FILTERS COVERING MY TIRED SOUL WOULD BE LIKE A LOVELY DAISY STRIPPED OF ITS PETALS. I AM A ROCK IN AN ENDLESS GALAXY FULL OF STARDUST AND NEBULAS. I CRAVE THE FEELING OF EXPRESSION, OF INDIVIDUALITY. I AM NEEDY.
What I show you is,
Not who I want to be,
But what you want to see.
I aim to please,
Society.
They say to me,
"Be a tall, thin,
Long haired, white teeth,
Light-skinned beauty,
What I show you is,
Not who I want to be,
But what you want to see.
I aim to please,
Society.
They say to me,
"Be a tall, thin,
Long haired, white teeth,
Light-skinned beauty,
My struggle with anxiety is not as cute as my curled hair or my new outfit.
It certainly won't get as much love on Instagram, and the notes on Tumblr will remain at zero.
Every morning we look into the mirror
We decide who we want to be today
Are we boho, preppy, hipster, or some other crazy title
We need a name for what we are, who we are that day
What happened to being you
Who am I?
I am not my facebook page
I am not the number of likes on my Instagram post
I am no the numbe of retweets on Twitter
I am me.
I am loving, caring, and kind
I am friendly, funny, and quiet
Without the filters,
I become the filter of what I want my life to be.
I don’t care who you are or what you say-
but the digits of pi mean everything to me.
Newton, Nietzsche, and da Vinci make a wonderful pi,
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
Taking pics on my electronics
I start with make up add any accessories,
Get the right angle and lighting
Honestly.
I’m just a bit messed up
I have wounds that heal
And things I can’t even try to cover up
Actually.
I’m unsure of myself
And a little bitchy
I live in a bookshelf
Hide behind social media.It's the easy way out, right?Take the time, look within you.
1. My fingers tremble at noon as I put them up to my face and although the second hand is red my heart still ticks faster. Anxious.
my first memory:looking into my reflection,desperateto find somethingthat could anchor me to myself,and jerking back with a screambecausethis could not be me
Filters
"Inhance"
"make better"
Let people see you for who you are
Filters cover up your true beauty
If you were suppose to look different
you would have been created different
In the mirror, I see me.
Friendly smiles: here and there.
Don't you see?
In my life, smiles are rare.
Filters seem to be the 'thing.'
Hiding true emotions.
The unbroken willow bends in the wind
Arms, or branches, outstretched, she reaches ever up
Toward a higher power.
Unattainable?
Fearing so.
There are momentsThey shimmer in the lights of my eyesWhere I see myselfI see a futureI see successI see happinessBut the moment passesI don't know whyI can't breath in the future
Behind the likes, filters, posts, and hash tags
Away from the screen and into the light,
There’s a girl who’d never raise her white flag.
She carries her dreams around in a bag,
Look, look at me
note what you see.
A smile sweet,
Small blue eyes,
Which cannot meet
Your steady gaze.
Do you, do you know
My efforts to show
Confidence?
Without the filters who am I?
Without the filters will I die?
Millions persuaded to become something they're not, only to find that out that what's inside....has changed a lot.
My forehead is a little too tall
My nose is a little too there
My face is round and my hair just does this thing
I don't really care that insert celebrity name here is dating
At age six
instead of speaking about my behavior
the teacher spoke about my weight
at the age of 11
magazines taught me beauty was defined
by the amount of makeup I wore...
I hide my beauty well
My baggy sweatshirt
A cloak of invisibility
Protecting me
From being seen
For beneath it
I am a silence
Oppressive, deafening, overbearing
It is 4 o clock in the morning.
There is no filter in this dingy dorm bathroom,
just the flickering light of poorly distributed funds
Me?
Oh, I,
I am the girl,
the girl with the curly brown hair,
with straightened bangs,
bangs that have grown too long—
long enough to hide my eyes from the world
Who am I
How am I perceived by others because when I look in the mirror I am not examining myself
but viewing the flipped version of a puppet that everyone else sees
Seeing me
Is a different thing
Than seeing me
I throw up my shield
For a reason
My two foot thick walls
Walls made of words
And music
And the things I love
For days tears have been in my eyes, even when night comes they are still there stinging to be sunderstood, but never do they fall. Nor do I understand nor do I think I want to.
Sometimes my life is driven by the promise of academic success,
that the school of my dreams awaits my arrival, and that my fame and fortune will sprout from there.
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"
Some people contest with me about my own identity,
As if I were a defined word they knew, that I was not keen on understanding.
Before the night
During the day
We all hide
In several ways
Hair in face
is my way
With no filter on
I have many flaws
face like sand
and nose so tall
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 wish I could be the pretty girl
The popular one
The one that everybody knows
The one that everyone wants to talk to
The girl everybody wants to hang out with
But no
I'm not the pretty girl
If I ask her if she’s smart,
She would humbly reply, I like to think so.
She doesn’t flaunt what she has, although
What she has is a great heart,
A great heart that cares for all
"Tact is just saying not true stuff; I'll pass" - Cordelia Chase
No qualms in walking
To the girl who talks behind my back
And talking to her front.
No reason to censor
One look at me and what do you see?
A high school senior just skating by?
The captain of the cheer squad with her pony tail up high?
Do you see the supportive sister of two young soccer players?
There’s not much to say about Yasmine Lambert.
She’s an artist.
A friend.
A sister.
And perhaps a bit of a high functioning sociopath.
Behind the black and white edit of my picture
is the color of
insecurity,
doubt,
comparison.
I can choose to filter the
blemishes,
creases,
flaws.
I am from the screams of the silent
Who has fantasies of living lavish
But too poor to buy it.
I am from the slow beats of a drum
Thump...thump...thump.
I am from the unknown
Without a filter I am me
Which sometimes can be contradicting
I love the way my eyes look when they catch the sun mid-day
But I can't stand the heat
I am insecure.
I am retarded.
I am artistic.
I am so Hipster.
I am a Goth.
I am a Skater.
I am a prune.
I am the devil
and your favorite whore.
I am a guardian angel.
Calloused hands and smiles,
Hugs, smoothies and sweaters,
Sunflowers, nectarines and long heart felt calls,
Dyslexia, crazy dreams and hiking,
Banana pancakes, chai tea and laughter,
They want to know the real her
But I don't know the person myself
We can start slow
Like waking up on a Saturday
By describing her as a light
She radiates life and brings warmth everywhere she goes
Turning the corner,
her feet needing no guidance
as they pound the hardened cement.
To the cobalt blue,
did her eyes wander up.
Blown into a niche,
seven or more, there they hung.
Authentic versions caught on the slip of the tongue,
And as I hum broken syllables caught in a broken lung,I come off as an oddity within the realm of Normalcy,Because my struggles to be them, they can never see:
"You're white, you're a girl, your life is easy."
On the outside looking in, I suppose:
I am white, I am a girl.
I come from a white family
Born into happiness and health.
Raised with respect and manners.
We cover our faces and hide petty flaws,
These masks we all wear
Hide so much potential.
Be it makeup, or sports, or popularity from peers,
Everyone is hiding something.
But what no one seems to realize
In the lens of a camera, you will see
An altered version of the real me:
An angled frame,
Hair that is tame,
And anything else that shows off my "game".
But in the lens of my soul, and the frame of my mind,
I am a philosopher, who hasn't earned Plato's type of recognition
I internalize the world, and develop a greater sense of cognition
An optimist at my finest, I understand the actualities of the mind
You look at me, I look through you
Every burn I have ever acquired i carry with me under my coat like stolen watches on sale
How do people let go
How does something that once meant everything to you disappear like smoke
Big Girl.
I am a big girl,
And they don't cry right?
They don't show off their
Broken bones, broken hearts, broken anything
Like a shiny, new toy.
N- not your average student
O- on his journey to success
A- always intelligent, astute and prudent
H- heavily motivated to do his best
J- just preparing for his future
O- obtaining clues to a proud life
The moment you lose your best friend and who use to be
The moment you look in the mirror and see who you never wanted to be or hated to be, you are exactly alike to the T
Through the looking glass
stands a female.
Not yet a woman,
but no longer a girl.
Through the looking glass
emotions set sail.
A smile that hides pain,
but still greets the world.
The moment you lose your best friend and who use to be
The moment you look in the mirror and see who you never wanted to be or hated to be, you are exactly alike to the T
Perfect Flaws
There is no reason to hide anymore, let the world shine on the flaws you gladly present.
For your flaws, make you, you. Embrace them, without them, you wouldn’t represent.
if you peeled away my layer of makeup you'd find soft skin and calloused extremities
tearing away he skin you'd see the veins that pump passion troughout my body
Loose and wildGoofy and crazyI am meAnd me am I!
Haha, I love getting into the zoneAnd being myselfSome say I can’t shut upOthers tell me I’m a mouse
There are those same brown eyes that stare back at me in the mirror every day
Happy? I don’t know, but I could fool anyone
I sometimes stand emotionless and empty inside, but appear complete on the outside
Athletic, studious, quiet
To some, I am plain
Funny, ditzy, and very determined
To others I am insane
I have an opinion-
A strong one, in fact-
That some may never hear
No filter needed, I will always be me
I am who, I am
It's who I'm meant to be
No makeup, no fancy style to my hair
Natural beauty is the one for which I care
I am short tempered, I am my mommas child
Makeup applied
Hair shines, blow-dried
Stylish clothes picked out to fit just so.
Sitting through art class,
Who am I
When the world is not directing me?
Am I a runner
Who finds her inner peace on the trail?
Am I an explorer
Who likes to see the world from the view of a tree?
Am I a cook
No makeup.
There's a bump here and there, blackheads and redness, and pores that I wish were smaller.
My hair down.
It's curly and imperfect, It's way too short and thin in the front.
My stomach and thighs
My pictures have been fake for years
My eyes don't sparkle like they used to
I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks
My heart and soul don’t quite work right
I'm hurting on the inside
I cannot do fancy card tricks,
I am nowhere near the top of my class,
I am just another average individual.
Except.
I have something most of them don’t.
Vibrant. Exotic. Fiery-Red.
I am an expert at breathing exercise
In and out is my forte
Cause I’m not quite sure if
I’m ready to double over in rage
Or simply let it go.
When I forget to breathe,
I am a spitfire
I Am...Who am I?
Who am I?
I am x-
An unknown, never constant, and always drifting.
I am wild, I am raw
I am the one resisting the maw
of these people who say I'm wrong
I will remain unchanged
until the day
when I see the light of this uncreative night
when those who brought me down
I can only be me, whoever that is. From my kinky hair to my stubby feet they try so hard to beat. They can never compete with a diamond like me.
On stage, with a smile on and friends and family with a front row seat.
The lights go off and the curtains close, that's when I'm the real me.
The basic stuff that enchance my beauty, is not me.
What is me , is the word flawless.
I am as FLAWLESS as the word means.
I am the trunk of the chopped tree submerged under the weight of trampled earth.
I am the dirt underneath your finger nails.
I have no polish.
I am Sandy's nephew and Katrina's first love.
Justice, morality, reason, equity
All in which America lacks
A nation broken by oppresion and killing
Becoming absorbed by laziness; oblivious to the prejudice and unjust laws
Filled with bias and partiality
Rebecca Harris
No Filter Scholarship Slam
13 February 2015
Buried Treasure
If the world chose who I would be
Why change how you look?
Embrace your uinque qualities
Don't change for anybody
Always stay true to yourself.
To see into the essence of my being,
One must scrape away the topical layer of an extroverted socialite.
To take a glance into the depths of being,
I can hide my imperfectionswith just one clickwith one click I can change my hair, my skin, my whole face
But, there is one thing that remains constant, my eyes
Add a little here, add a little there.
Hide this and hide that.
Am I accepted if I hide behind this hat?
Can I show you the real me, or will it be your judgement that kills me.
Am I one of you now?
I'm a character of high demand,
I stand with a clench fist at hand,
I intend to give you the much needed excitement,
of a firstmate who spots land,
A man who could not stand,
We tend to cling to the peak of the known,
Terror and the abyss await unless shown,
That the core of the tower is an empty throne,
Or at best, something to be overthrown.
Left or Right?
Up or Down?
Black or White?
The switch is found
Life or Death?
Give or Take?
Crack or Meth?
Lose the fake
look at me
the way i'm supposed to be.
look at my heart,
not my face.
look at my heart,
no disgrace.
don't judge based on my looks
judge based on my acts.
look at me
I am not the cutest but i impress,
I am not the most perfectionate but i past the test,
I am a creation just like many others,
I am a wonder, I don't hide what's under,
When I am being me I smile with a cheer,
Who am I?
What do I look like without a filter?
Well... I'm beautiful
Who ever thinks otherwise is a blind fool.
Because we all have beauty,
all different types make our visage.
The girl in the mirror is nothing
Compared to the photo.
The photo's colors are vivid and bright,
Compared to the ghost in the mirror.
The photo is alive and warm,
Ugly, repulsive, boring, plain
Is what we believe others see in us.
But through filters there is nothing we gain,
It’s our own mind that creates such a fuss.
Take away the photoshop and filter,
Dear me,
This is you telling yourself,
That though there is a lot going on,
You are alright;
Now is just a moment of many more to come,
Broken and beaten, no one can see
Battered and abused, no one can tell.
I smile, but I wage war,
My mask is flawless
And the war is going.
My mind is free while my body may be shackled.
I spend many years waiting for that person to treat me like a princess. I did not commit in the past because I knew deep down in my heart neither person was truly ready for the commitment of my heart.
18 May 2014
You have a whole life ahead of you.
You are young and beautiful and have so much potential.
Times may be tough but sometimes it doesn’t hurt to look past that.
16 May 2014
All I want is to be remembered.
I want to be in your best memories,
Or maybe even your worst.
It doesn’t matter what kind, but remember me for something.
18 Feb 2014
I sit here in class,
thinking about your past,
my past. Relationships
are difficult and so
are my thoughts. Too much for you?
I questions your questions
I am a brilliant light.
Don't tell me otherwise. I'll prove you wrong
Or I'll try.
It's hard, really--when the light is faded.
When layer after layer after layer is wrapped and peeling
Click! Snap! Flash!
Damn, I still look fat.
Maybe if I use...No
Maybe if I put on...No
Snap! Snap! Click!
Oh great! Is that a fucking zit?
I walk the halls, invisible.
I call my friends; no one is home.
I ask my mom, "I'm busy, dear."
Is there ever anybody really there?
I look at my reflection,
not liking what I see...
no filter
i am who i am regardless what i can
i do what i like
regardless if people on with my hike
even the stongest people can break
with all the things on their plate
what doesnt kill you makes you stronger
so they say, leaving scars that linger
life gives us things that we can handle
The dimples behind my smile
That could brighten the darkest of days
And make the angels sing.
A filter?
A person often recalls
That a brick building represents a secret.
Because some people build up their walls
As a promise or personal agreement.
I, however, think of brick in a different light.
"Filter" a word used to hide,
a word used to cover things up.
Filters don't show how you look inside.
They muffle screams,
and shatter dreams.
Making it hard to decide,
who you truly are.
My name is so long and hard to pronounceI strive for the best of my ability with every ounce
I'm not deep I'm not dark
I'm simple.
Not a simpleton,
No. I have fun
Outside of the house
Outside of the box
I run and stay active
Face my problems: proactive
How do you see the world?
Is it black and white?
Or full of sunshine?
Do you see flowers everywhere?
Or are they just weeds?
Do see it all bad?
Or like there could never be wrong?
It depends on the day
Whether I feel the need to prod myself for an innate thought
I bask in the inane shallowness that is myself
My eyes still sting when the saltiness of the sea washes into them
Unleashed from the chains of superficiality,
And yet unveiled to the castigation of my characteristics
Unfiltered, I am vulnerable.
Decorated with charismatic and captivating attributes and achievements,
“You’re too young to understand.”
“You’re too young to starve yourself.”
“You’re too young to be in pain.”
“You’re too young to have scars on your wrists.”
“You’re too young to want to die.”
Lost With A Mission
Truely One Cannot Be.
For A Mission Is A Guide
For A Greater Journey.
My bones are fine china, delicate and breakable.
But my will is a diamond, passionate and brilliant.
My skin is worn, scarred and used.
But my body is a flower, bright and alive.
I know what the world expects of me,
And I’m pushed to make sure that’s what they see.
But I ask you to look farther.
Marquel has thick, tangled hair.
He has big feet;
and struts without a care.
Marquel has small eyes.
He has big lips;
that tell honest lies.
Marquel has dark brown skin.
In photos, I use rosy hues to soften my hardened edges and create the illusion of a “gentle” appearance.
even unfiltered,
i'm still an enigma.
a brain full of musfeul prose.
unknown, even to myself.
a collection of thoughts,
that were manipulated by others.
unfiltered,
Words without reproof, naked and ashamed,
Unheard, but reached by hundreds; they’re my words spoken.
But I am the king of the Jungle! A lion untamed.
My power lies within the boundaries I have proclaimed
There goes my throat
As it begins to close
Tightening
Strangling
A noose that won’t
Stop hanging
Shaking fingers and
Sweaty palms
I can’t go on
Because my legs feel
Click. Shutter. Snap.
The color burst and reality cracks
into millions of pixels that you refuse to put back.
Digital world of digital needs
earases who you should be.
Cold water. Reality checks.
The drive remains the same
when I go home, take off my make up,
remove myself from the daily cares of this world
only my true self remains to sit and reflect
The drive remains the same
when I go home, take off my make up,
remove myself from the daily cares of this world
only my true self remains to sit and reflect
It's amazing how often you hear
That life is not fair
You hear it often
but stll nobody seems to care.
It creates a deep and inner pain
that is dfficult to mask and hide
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely natural glow?
A glow that eminates my true personality
What I Am
by Jadon Brown
What more do I have than what I am?
An incomplete vessel in the hands of the potter,
Once more I try,
I play pretend, I won’t deny.
The angles are all wrong now…
The filter will lie to thine eye,
It does not show the light within my heart only the light upon face
i Dare say
by Sean K
The expectations of tomorrow make us ignorant.
Avoid assuming the most dire, like death.
Avoid suffering with every decision.
Or dare I say! Hope for a better.
Identity is more than a name,
Identity is who I was and who I became.
Underneath the thick veneer,
My heartbeat lies and holds all my fear.
And with each click and thump and beat,
Looking at a photo
Of myself I see,
Someone ordinary
Someone just like me.
When I look in the mirror,
I’ll be honest and say
There’s a lot I would change,
I wish it every day.
Each day I spend looking into the eyes of othersAt this girl who writes meaningful poemsAt this girl who watches way too much tvAt this girl who makes sarcastic remarks about every little thing
Behind the dazling smile lies a person hurt by pain and bitterness.
Masks are not for the weak,
We wear them to hide our inner self.
No one wants to see that ugly monster,
Hypocrite, b*tch, a**hole.
I drive up with my radio blasting Luke Bryan ,and my hands up high ready to have a good time.
hey, i’m me.
no, i’m not the me you see.
i have masks i like to wear.
they smile and laugh without a care.
but that’s not me.
not the real me.
i actually cry myself to sleep.
sometimes i laugh.
I AM the rishing ashes of a burning Phoenix, eager to shed the flaws and imperfections of my old skin in order to become stronger and braver than before.
The smile in my facebook profile picture is a filter,
one that sends the message that I am happy
I put makeup on that day,
but contrary to popular belief, I did it for me
It's the same old thing again.
A teenage girl with "nothing to complain about",
Complaining about the things no one sees.
They see a roof on my head, shoes on my feet,
Food on my table, clothes on my back,
As a child I was a gas.
light, calm, careless, scattered
Now I am a liquid.
taking the shape of my container,
spreading thin, reaching out, searching to fill something, anything.
Someday I will be a solid.
Soft hands curved thesedark, cracked lips,always stained withbright red paintlong made part of the skin.
While the world splits meAnd everythingIn twos,The only option that fits meI'm not allowed to choose.When I tuck up my hairIt's not to impress you.So don't tell me what I should wear.
for the gallery, i choose my mask:
when i am LO-FI everyone envies my eyes as green as fields of clover
Who am I ?
I am a lion who is waiting to be heard
I am the bird in the cage that sings
I am the one who has hand out to help another
I am the voice that rings and is not heard
Masks of make up, I have not.
Emotional barriers put up on all fronts,
stripped away reveals a young child,
constantly looking to please those around her.
Insecurity and abuse,
leaves her with a heavy heart.
I am a rat.
No, not one of those scuttling
Vermin that nibble on ropes and scare
Passersby in dark city alleys...
I am the kind of combustable rat,
Born before February 8th, 1997,
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
take away the filters
take away the makeup
take away the hair product
Who am I underneath all these disguises?
Dark circles under my eyes passed down from generations
Long flat brown hair
Hiding behind a filter
The only way to be noticed in a world full of people
But why hide behind the blurry glass
When I could show you who i really am
I believe in fairytales, and happy endings
I wear a filter everywhere when I do my make-up and my hair,
black and white is my best friend,
x-pro 2 and rise until the end,
on instagram,
I'm almost flawless,
tan, with barely any acne,
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed
they see a girl
who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias
but when I the stop posing
Behind the cameras,
the broken records,
melacoly videos,
lies a shy person trying to hide from it all.
Behind the little makeup,
forced dresses,
wanted suits of old,
they sleep,
I once had a man tell me it isn't ladylike to curse
I once told a man to fuck off
Me encanta mi maquillje,es mi protecion,
es mi ropa para mi cara
But I do it for me,
The girl behind the filter
She wears it like a mask
Thats the real question
If you truly must ask
Whose that behind the filter
And why she's wearing a mask
From the top of the stair a whisper came
Who are you, and what is your name?
I responded with I’m your babysitter and it’s getting late
My name is Sarah and your parents are on a date
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
Down the narrow streets
Facing the brick wall
I see myself,
I see how the bricks stack up, becoming who I am.
Each family member, problem, and identity crisis
my face lies bare of foundation, exposing my imperfect skin tones
my eyebrows reflect of asymmetry, craving for a proper wax
my lips require a fuchsia lipstick, whispering gossip of insecurity
Sarah, Sarah, Sarah, who is she
Is that me? I wish it wouldn't be
That hand, that hair, that voice, that name
That - that what happened I was caught
In the static electricity of my mind
I photograph myself
Trying to capture moments of instances in which I feel
Beautiful,confident, strong; even if for just a single frame.
This is me
Unedited,
Unfiltered
me
I am the cries at night when hearts break
The anger when it's broken
I am the fear when the world is coming down
The tension felt when it's falling
Behind the filters there is a mask
Never seeing the beauty without them
Always wearing makeup
Always a smile
Without it all who am I?
What would people really see
If they ever saw the real me?
You wonder who I am deep down inside,
Down past the emotions i tend to hide?
That is a question with split answers
For I am made from two seperate cultures
My ancestors from two diffferent places
Signs all around don "Dance Like no one is Watching,"
"Sing Like no one is Listening," or "Love Like There is no Tomorrow."
My life, my personality, and my actions align with these, and are conststantly evolving.
Scared.
Alone.
Trapped.
Epilesy.
Legs shaking.
Arms convulsing.
Body tremors.
Mouth slobbering.
Deep breathing.
Cant move.
Cant speak.
Since last Thursday night,
my three year old man has
Disappeared into the clutch of
Time.
My three year old man can do so
Much more than I thought he could.
He plays the keys with more
Pimples, stray hairs, double chin
What's that thing below my eye?
Internet girls look so thin
She has freckles; why don't I?
But have you seen her off the screen?
Not through Facebook, not on Tumblr
I am an Individual
Everything about me is my own
Nothing less than a miracle
I am an open book, so let it be known
What would the world look like unfiltered?
No more false personas or fake facades.
We see beauty in nature,
Not because it conceals who it is,
But rather embraces its true self.
I've fallen in love with this
R O M A N T I C I Z E D culutre of self-love.
It tells me, "please no one
but yourself.
"Don't care what you look like,
Eighteen years old! Finally realizing that my life is not my own.
I wait until mama leaves the house, so that I can finally be me.
I close my bedroom door and drop down to my knees.
I do my best to be happy
I try not to snap
but I've loved so much
and been loved so little
Its hard to trust
when you're split down the middle.
A heart broken so much
The pieces so little
I
Am
Perfect.
What is that you say?
How could you
No makeup, hair EvErYwHeRe, bags under your eyes from lack of sleep
Be PERFECT?
That isn't what I see...
What do I believe in?
Every sunday, as a little Jay
I'd go to church to sing and pray
In the back of sunday service I'd stay and play
But as years came I began to sway
No longer did I feel blessed
Various shades of colors
Black
White
Tan
All so equally beautiful
Yet there is people who dare judge
People so full of anger and a hallowing emptiness
Raise your voices
Who am I?
I am a hybird
A warrior who wants to defeat
An underdog who cannot defeat
Why is this who I am?
I am experienced
My fingers lace through
The yellow bag straps.
Playfully, I tilt my head to the left.
A smirk on my face.
I want things-
I want to Travel,
I want to be Happy,
I want to be Someone's Inspiration,
I want to Fall in Love,
I want to Make a Diffrence,
I want to be Independant,
I am a teenager
I am reckless
I make mistakes
I stay out late and do nothing
I am on my phone all day
I am a student
I have 3.0 GPA
I am a leader
I take too many AP Classes
Who am I with no filter ?
Ask what is music without the mixer
Raw & uncut
Vintage with more love
An image of inperfection
Not even shades could fix my indentations
Looking through a lens
Small little girl so soft so sweet;
So broken so torn, sometimes she wished she was never born.
Small little girl who looked out to the world,
She saw all the makeup, and all the girls trying to fake up.
If there's one thing I know, it's not how to right a poem
How do I make my words rhyme and flow?
Up until now, I thought I knew it all.
I don't need anybody, not a mom or a dad.
but see, I was wrong.
She looks so happy they say
The truth is, you caught me on a good day
I'm an aspiring artist
I'm not on the popular list
I am a fundraiser
The feeling of helping people could not feel greater
i have no filter i keep it real, always express the way i feel. my words may be vulgar and leave a sting, i don't care i'm spreading my wings. flying high i'll never return.
I am dark eye circles.
I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face.
I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
I am a student at an upper level school with a high IQ and a propensity for being an upper member of society earning a six-figure salary and perhaps sculpting our society as it stands.
I just want the me I was before I knew what it was like to have to live each living day without you, it's been such a long time since I've seen me and I miss me
1. I am beautiful.
2. I don't owe anyone anything.
3. I am trapped inside the cesspit of destruction that is my mind.
4. I love people; they take my sadness away.
5. I have been sad for a very long time.
I am elamef.
To be elamef is to be faithful and take the blow.
To be elamef is to be light with no medium to show.
To be elamef is to be heard but not to be seen.
To be elamef is to be powerful but only in a dream.
I'm just another colored kid living in the suburbs. Picket fences all around, all painted my neighbors color.
Sometimes people do things
bad things
good things
things in-between.
But always the world
spins
and spins
and spins.
Sometimes those things
the good
Feminism
The theory of the poilitical, social, and economic
Equality of the sexes;
That is what defines me
A feminist is who I am.
I fights for my sisters rights and choices
Here I am
Me
A Girl,
No
A WOMAN
Who loves her family
More than words
or song could even tell
A Woman
Who Cares
Cries
Fights
and Loves
I am A WOMAN
I’m hecking emotionally aloof
Somebody tells me they love me
So I tell them ‘thanks’.
But like really I’m pretty clingy
I need attention 24/7
But from my close group of friends.
AND GUESS WHAT WORLD!
Without my filter, I am who I am
I'm smart, I'm young, and I'm one of a kind
When it comes to romance, I go above the line
Peel back the layers and you'll see who I am
Without my filter, I am who I am
You are safe, she whispered softly
stroking the crest of my cheek with her thumb and I could feel
the ridges of her identity in the tips of her fingers
like I could feel the water wrap around my body
If I succeed, best believe you're the reason I am me,
If I fail, remember you were the reason I tried to be,
I am an agriculture nerd,
I love sows, cows, and plows,
I am a memer of FFA,
I am for using our resources,
I believe grass is for cows,
I believe cows are for food,
I know people are hungry,
Without a filter life is real
Each and every face
My smile revealing off white teeth
My hair all out of place.
Big cheeks just like a chipmunk
Glasses nice and square
Most people think they’re nerdy
A mix-up, mash-up mosaic,
a little lass full of love and longing.
I am not behind a wall of trick-photography.
What you see is the unedited me.
A glitter-loving, gentle gal,
Slumber, Crema, Ludwig, Aiden.
See the work my fingers create without the milky surface of a filter.
You can't hide the pride or the joy that elicits underneath my pulsing words with a degree of polish.
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?
I wish I could talk to you.
Respond to all the gunshots you fired at me.
Explain the constellation of pockmarks crowning my mind.
But I am just a shell of what I used to be.
Flimsy.
Fragile.
Empty.
In the lens of society,
pefection is what we seek.
We strive to be flawless,
and show off a perfect physique.
Social media is the culprit,
for what we think and do.
Upon waking, hair amuss
lumber to the sink
my teeth need brushed
i note my hair looks great, as it most times does,
so before i grab he toohpaste, i flaunt it for the mirror, edges have rust...
You take life by storm,But you do it on other peoples toes.You love meeting new people,But you worry what their thoughts are saying about you.You are the wallflower placed in the crystal vase,
Behind every selfie,
without a filter,
is a natural born beauty,
I don't need makeup,
to hide my face,
I am beautiful inside and out,
I'm not just some pretty face,
there's more than that,
I am beautiful
I am my mother's lips
I am my father's smile
I am my sister's freckles
I am beautiful
I am not my acne
I am not my scars
I am a work of art built by the universe
I like poetry & feeling grass between my toes on a warm day, but I also enjoy sand & the grains that stick to my skin for hours later, despite a shower.
You ask me who i am, you ask me what i do,
you tell me i am beautiful,but if you only knew.
Beneath the Skin and Makeup, beneath the nice hair do,
You will find a searching soul, whos goals Iwill persue.
Who or what hides beneath the makeup
Or is lost under the facade of clothes
Stripped down to bare skin
Revealing the all natural
A sprinkle of freckles dance
Aimlessly across cheeks flushed with pink
Look at me. @ me. At me. Who am I with no filter?
I am me.
Me speaks louder than likes.
I speak louder than likes.
I like that I can be accepted for who I am.
Because who I am, is more than a picture.
Bisexual
You think the meaning is easy to grasp
But for some not so much
"Are you sure your bisexual?"
Yes I'm sure
"Really? I mean some girls do it for attention."
I thank God for my existence with him it's about persistence. Life is a wheel of fortune without a plan there is a distortion. The mission is to inspire, for reaching each misfit the spirit elevates me higher.
How am I with no filter? I wake up every morning two hours before school begins to filter myself.
I am not a girl you would find in magazines
Unruly hair, sweats before jeans, eating an unhealthy cuisine.
I am not a girl you would find on a movie screen
Playing by my own rules and I hate being treated like a machine.
Rooms are quiet places when there's nobody inside them.
A lot of times I think that the silence is caused by the awkwardness between the invisible, humiliating thoughts that people have left behind: casual glances running up stockings
I know America
I can speak it
But not sing it
For I sing unusually
In a separate language
“Mi vida Americana”
I am Lauren kelly
I am 17 years old
I'm an alcoholic and an addict
I do not know when I will go home
I have craving and I shake
my life is unmanageable
I promised myself that I would never change
It's like looking into a broken mirror.
Each snapshot captures a different shard of life,
Reflects only what I want it to.
The pieces are glued carefully together and framed.
Disarmed of all the constructed pride
Once carefully built like a house of cards
The creature flows naked with nothing to hide
Growing tentacles extending towards stars
Unknown and alone even with one of its kind
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you--
However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
Post-camera angling, perfecting our facial expressions, we hold our breath as we click the button that supposedly captures the real you--
However in today’s society, seizes the artificial.
“Eyebrows on fleek, selfie game strong, always 100”
More like eyebrow filler, Instagram filter, phony pretender
“Long hair don't care, thug life, hashtag boss”
I was 4 when I held my brother in my arms with a grin on my face
Orange juice
Sloshes around its container as I shake it
Flows into the glass as I pour it
Leaves its tangy flavor on my tongue as I taste it.
My taste buds applaud
Oddly amusing
No really, truly.
A voice akin to honey as it falls
Yet a laugh of a hyena when it calls.
Amber skin,
With hazel eyes.
One who values virtue,
People in my generation are odd.
We all seem to think we need filters.
On our pictures,
On our life,
On what people see about us,
But not on the words we use.
I have no filter.
P- Perfection is only a fantasy, it does not exist
A- All I feel and see in myself are the insecurities in the mirror in front of me
T- Talking to myself and hiding behind music and a journal, perfectly describes me
Without all the filters, without the different poses
I know who I am and God only knows it
I am free to be me in my crazy condition
My wild mind could be shown at an art exhibition
I squeal in the silence of my bedroom
When I am excited
Because I am just me
I sing out loud
While my headphones are on
Because I am just me
I listen to myself talk
5.51 am
The sound of my alarm reverberates through my right earhole to my left
I try to fight the urge to go back to the realm where I lay down and forget everything
5.55 am
I’ve done it, you’ve seen mein black and whiteI’ve sucked all the color outbecause the vibrancy frightens me
Free.
I am free.
Without a filter, I am free.
I do not need the mask, without a filter, I am free.
I do not waste my time in faults, without a filter, I am free.
The filters I use do not come close to defining me
You could catch me so high in a tree
I talk to, all different types of folks
Living that 32 GB lifestyle,
posed photos taking up my space.
Out to dinner? Let’s take a pic…
They all look the same
Family, friends, or coworkers hopping in the shot
The kitten is small when its born. Its born shivering, naked, and silent. It has no voice. When its surrounded by other kittens, naked and cold like her, she will never experience change. "I don't want to be like you.
I am seen as that cute girl with a perfect mind,
A perfect smile,
A perfect life.
I am not that cutesy girl.
My monster tells me I am possessed by other me.
Other me tells me I am weak.
I was raised perfectly with nothing wrong,
My life was happy and full of song,
And laughter and dance,
And everything grand
So I had no right to complain.
I had no right to be in pain.
#nofilter
...
Oh just a silly hashtag again
Just lay on the bed
With your arms hovered over you
With an iPhone glued to the ends
Titled sideways
Eyes half way shut
My name is Michael,
I like romantic dinners and long walks on the beach,
yeah right im not just some 90's date show,
I game and watch netflix until the late hours of every night,
Bare. Exposed
Heart red and raw, pulsing weakly, pushing on
Bruised. Purple
White lines mark old scars
Ugly without restoration within.
Ashes.
Green buds. Pushing upward
You are not ordinary.
Don't settle for just average,
but don't expect too much or you'll fall and hurt.
You are not lost.
Don't confuse searching and pre-planning
as a step back from where you are now.
I am just an Untitled masterpiece,
With the flaws of Judgement,
Others throwing colors at me,
I just want to sing in harmony,
and let others hear the tune of my melody,
But when I am alone,
I am stripped down in front of a full length mirror
Face bare of beauty regimens, bra and panties thrown to the floor
My toes flirt with the lace as I watched myself…
There was nowhere to hide.
Who are you?
me? I am you without the mask.
Why are you running away so soon?
I know what you are going to ask.
Will you ever tell me who you really are?
I guess I can.
Step one make up
Step two Hair
Step three lighting
Step four angle
Step five filter
Step six take fifty photos
Step seven pick just one
Because just one has everything I want
Double-tap to like
Like the filter or the person it hides
Hides the flaws and imperfections
Perfect imperfections
Flawless creature but with weaknesses
Weakness is strength
Freak
Weirdo
Skinny
Stick
Bird
Jesus Freak
Those names won't define me no more
Words used by YOU
I am who I am
I no longer want to be accepted
If you don't get me
You are not invisible
not in any way, shape, or form.
I know you see things differently.
you dont have a "set in stone" way of thinking.
You think of evrything, possibly, too often.
CACHINK
the camera goes
i'm usually smiling in pictures, but inside i'm wishing for the mini photoshoot to end
i never liked taking pictures
never really cared much about nice clothes
There are a million words out there.
And there are words that express people.
Yet, I can't find a word that expresses me. To explain who I am, how I think, and how I act.
But I write a lot. And I create these characters.
I am the observant girl,
Who notices behaviors and attitudes and overlooked values.
The girl who has few friends,
Someone who chooses quality over quantity.
I am a food lover who likes to finish what’s on my plate,
We are waiting on me to discover,
that being single since 1997 and being born in the same year is ok.
That not owning or wearing makeup saves time and money.
no filters
just me\
no valencia
just sunlight\
no poses
just laughter\
no likes
just memories\
no followers
just friends\
I am that beautiful black girl in the top right hand corner of IHSCA's 2015 yearbook
The black girl with kinky coily crurls strong featured face and no hips and no waist
but beautiful in every way.
I am a real girl.
Normal as all belife.
I love walking along the beach side.
Dogs are my life.
Her name is Zoey and she is fluffy and warm.
Music is my medicine.
It sooths my soul when I am down.
Disaster is written in the scars that are made from a blade.
Dark circles suffocate the light inside me, and create a darkness that doesn't fade.
imperfections go hard with their dance along my sensitive winter skin.
An authentic me is a doer. A go-getter.
I don't live behind the lense of my camera, I am the subject of the picture.
An authentic me is a challanger.
What am I? Who am I?
Those simple questions have the most difficult answers
They may seem easy after finding the answers
But the difficulty is finding the answers
You can make up who you are
“But you’re Asian?" Is what they said,
When I told them I was bad at math.
As if my race had anything to with my ability to finish your homework.
But my culture is deep,
I am love, hate, and passion
Looking in the mirror and hating what I see
Blood to be spilled by a knife
I am the dust of the earth, grains of salt, and green eyes
Trying my best to smile
I step out the door.
Then step back in.
I check the mirror.
Okay, I look thin.
I step back out.
My insecurities cannot be concealed
in black and white.
My fears cannot be masked by sepia,
and well, I'll be damned to hell
if I let my sadness hide behind Kelvin,
Walden or Hefe.
I want to write music
but I don’t know how
so I write poetry
or I try…
it bores even me.
little black words on a page.
The world is colorful
Our perception is often not
Instead of the rainbow
We live in black and white thought
We catogorize, we generalize--we label each other's lives
With our preset misconceptions
I am so terribly,
deathly, afraid,
of what when unfiltered
my mouth should say.
Do I speak such terrible truths…
of honest opinions of wistful youths?
Or do I lay upon such speech
Me? Who Am I?
The Chic Who Smiles All The Time
The One Who Stays The Same..
Offline..
Filters? Who We Are?
We Cover Your Imperfections
The Ones You Shouldn't Change But Appreciate
Online..
I don't do the Instagram,
I really think its such a sham.
Why use your unrealistic filters
to try to cover up all your fears.
I am
N aughty. When I am #nofilter, I eat the forbidden fruit, I hurt others and myself, I do what I'm told not to.
Who am I?
I am me of course
The little asian american girl
The one with one lazy looking eye on the right
And just an eye on the left
Hash tag no makeup and uncurlable hair
Who am I?
A person who cannot
describe herself.
Who am I?
A girl who is short
with long legs.
Who am I?
Someone who disappears
rather easily.
Who am I?
Without my filter I am nothing
Without my filter people would see me for who I really am
Am I comfortable in my own skin?
Without my filter I am nothing, or am I?
Unfiltered wordsUnflitered photosAn unfiltered worldOur flawless imperfections shineUncensoredDoes it hurt?Yes.Is it beautiful?Yes.Who are youYour wide open soul
Just who the hell do you think I am?
Do you think that because you don't approve, that will stop me?
I refuse to believe in someone else's bullshit.
The one path I have chosen is the truth of my world.
When I see someone taking a selfie, I get angry.
Angry with them, with their camera, with our world.
We have forgotten what well spent time means.
Now it's all about documentation, arrangment, image.
I'm different
of course I am, why would I be the same person that walks next to me?
I have no style
Having no style makes me open to other ones instead of sticking to one.
I'm creative
Without filter, I am free
without camera, I am me
I am everything that is exactly who I'd like to be
Without selfie, I am self
A wonder in and of itself
I've been digging around my heart for answers, like an addict for a vein; collapsing inward and with every attempt, the bruis
Filter or no filter.
What has this world come to?
A life where we depend of social media
to tell us what we are.
A life where people believe that something such as a "filter"
I am as a dog chasing a butterfly through the grass,
A baby crying for his mother to hold him,
A masterpiece without a frame.
All natural with boundless opportunities,
I am more than the 4C type
It does not get me where I’m going in life
The kinkiness does not exemplify what I am capable of
Just how I present myself out of love
She doesn't speak to strangers,
But when she's passionate she won't stop.
She can't fathom fairy-tale love,
But she'll care for you endlessly.
She's not the prettiest,
But she walks with confidence.
It's weird isn't it?
How everything that's happened to you
Everything that you've done
Has made you who you are.
Are you strong?
Are you kind?
Are you beautiful?
I’ll begin with telling you who I’m not,
Although, sometimes I like to smoke a lot of pot.
It dowses me in a state of peace,
Keeps me from transforming into a beast.
Shit, it helps me see and think straight,
I slouch too much
For my own good
Tell me to stand straight
I know I should
I have nothing to be ashamed of
Yet I act like I do
I should listen more
Try and stand true.
Scribbled all over, pages torn outcover ripped, water damageand many pages filled with doubt,another book taken advantage.
I am Someone
Who
smells of freshly baked bread and cookies
mouth watering
comforting
I want to talk with a
CRUNCH
My skin is unbelievably white.
My left eye is more deep-set than my right.
My body curves out more than it curves in
My past seems better than what it's actually been.
My faces becomes red if i speak aloud-
I tend to hide my face.
The filters hide the flaws.
Who am I before the filters replace?
Would anyone stand in awe?
It is hard to put me in focus
to truly step back and see
Does anybody else notice
I am flawless
My skin is brown
My hair is nappy
My head is big
My heart is hurting
My soul is crying
I am flawless
I am beautiful
I am struggling
I am finding it hard to say that i am 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
Carrying through the wind, a soul so bright,
A soul so great, you knew God made it right.
Nobody could see it as it flew through the air,
Nobody looked for it, because no one did care.
Ointment oozes
beneath dried up makeup,
hours old.
Sores,
craters,
cysts,
countless stains
on what’s supposed to be
porcelain;
Strip me of my Internet personality,I am still beautiful inside and out,Strip me of my makeup and filters,I am not any less of the girl you see before you.Because it's not my filters,
I wake in the morn
to apply the face I've sworn,
the face known widelly
for all I've acted kindly.
From today until tomorrow, years later to forever
I want to make an impact that would change the world
There are moments when we see the violence coming and no one is in sight to stop it
You look into the eyes, and you can see inside a soul.
You look into the mind and you can see what really holds.
Imperfection is perfection.
No need for any injection.
The inner beauty out shines the outer.
In today's world, filters and lighting are all that matter.
Mirrors and cameras are idolized.
I am no exception.
I worry over what I look like before school or after dance practice.
Now, let me tell you…
You will love what you see
My hair, long, curly, red
My smile, alluring, captivating
My skin, flawless, glowing, pristine
My waist, tiny
My hips, huge
You may have 20/20 vision, yet you do not see,
See all the things that make up me.
You see the crooked glasses, the red lion-like hair,
Confronted every day by the simple recurring question
"Who am I?"
For so long I defined myself
By what I do
Rather than who I am.
When the day came that what I did stopped,
Who I thought I was
Looking back at me is not myself.
She is the other.
The real is visible only in the tears that fall in solitude.
Recovery is a long road.
Everywhere I turn
I see filters all around.
Always "improving."
Everything is now
made to be society's
version of beauty.
Auto tuned voices
and photo shopped images
No need for that filter,
you look better without it.
And screw that makeup too,
you don't need it either.
The most beautiful you is you.
There's no need for disguise,
some would say that we are only skin and bones with a beating heart
but the only things i see are unique people made by our one true king
I sat with no intentions of moving.
I slept with no desire to gain wisdom.
How ironic life is…
It moves on
While I fail to realize
What my intentions are.
Without the sunshine light
And the pearly whites
Down beneath the powder
And the paint
Around the high fashion tights
And the high heeled stripes
There lives a beginner
There's alot more to someone
other than their iphone or
instagram followers
there's words, phrases,
looks, hairstyles and voice
that give us no filter.
People say ugly things
when I look into a mirror, this is what I see,
my reflection staring back at me.
She has brown eyes and short brown hair,
doesn't like the way she appears.
She understands it's just a phase,
There are things that people judge you on.
My conclusion is that their opinions are wrong.
All the bully's out there, no longer bring me despair.
In fact, I found they judge because they've never been shown whats fair.
I am not who i am;
I am not who You see;
because You do not.
{You craft and mold,
I'm a girl.
I'm overly emotional.
I think too much.
I wish for things that I know won't happen.
I want things I can't have.
I'm a girl.
I break down constantly.
I stand in front of the mirror and see my authentic self,
portraying pure originality leaving that make-up on the shelves.
I don't tilt my head a certain way and I don't dress to impress,
Limbs flailing
Falling
Reaching
Hitting
Screaching
Smacked against a cold hard floor
The purest center
The hardest core
A crystal floor unscathed by the shoes of others
Too plain Miss Jane
Hair pulled up
No foundation, just her natural blush.
How plain Miss Jane
Eyes neutral
Fair skin spotted with rose scares.
Pretty plain Miss Jane
So you wear the newest fashion, the camera flashes, but there is no passion.
The color of your lips and eyes are rouse; does anyone even know the real you?
It isn’t easy
For one to write about one’s self
Perhaps because one watches others
There’s a box in the corner
That I will not open
A box full of memories
Of words unspoken
This box is my past
I am for sure not the typical girl
It is hard being me when society is trying to change me.
Instead of getting wasted on a saturday night
I would be curled up out of sight reading a romantic book.
He is he, she is she, and I am me.
With filters we all look the same
but who are we to take the blame.
we grow up desiring to be everyone else
But underneath we're just ourselves.
As for me I have dark skin
Looking in the mirror you'll see something that naturally I think is horific,
cheeks too wide, mouth too small, eyes although pretty in color are not big enough to stand out.
Kid from the horn of Africa, loves to run
Like others he enjoys it cause it’s fun
He hasn't been nowhere but his country
And the nation of the U.S. with his family
People look at me
They creep through my profile pictures and my friend's tags.
Judge me
Say they see right through me
But who they see and who I am are
NOT THE SAME
I have no filters
Who am I?
The question is so often asked.
They want to know who I am.
Who is the girl behind the mask?
I save my answers,
To scared for them to know,
The girl who you see,
A shot in the dark
An idea that just might jump start your heart
A tiny spark
A shot in the dark
I have no apology for my theology
I need God and so do you
Who am I without a filter?
What do I look like without all this glitter?
What's left of me when the outside layers flee and flitter?
Who, am I without a filter?
I am a native girl to the Kenyan tropics.
How can I tell you who I am?
Through the snap of a single square.
It is hard enough when face to face,
Look closer if you dare.
How can I show you who I am?
With a simple crooked smile.
You see that silly girl making faces?
Her tongue out, and crooked smile?
Yeah, that's me.
In all my glory,
With hair that doesn't want to cooperate,
And Acne that's hard to cover up.
#NoFilter
Camera tilts, filter change
Clear walls, new photo stage
Makeup, powder
Pale, clean background
Why use these things when I know I'm beautiful?
Nail polish, clean cuticles
I am one person
Yet I am also many
I can take many shapes and size
To fit my surroundings
Sometimes I'm a gentleman
And sometimes I'm a punk
Do I know who I am?
I am many yet I'm one.
The bridges in my mind are in numbers, crossing, overlapping.
The years of before I have reached the learning of aging I had one bridge in my mind.
Dreams,
I wanted home girl for the longest time,
But she turned around and got a new guy.
I contemplated whether I should stay,
Why wait, when I shoudl be living my life.
All dressed in white I reached my palms out
To the frozen metal in front of me
I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel
Sterilized barbed wire
This is not my first experience in a cage
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.
More contrast here
A bit of saturation there
Is this an interesting way to stare?
What’s the correct stance for a bathroom pose?
Does this shirt convey my knack for prose?
It’s up to followers I suppose
I am 12 years old.
My dad picks me up from swim practice
chlorine hair
skin - chilled leather
I am staring out the window
not looking at Dad
the bulky quiet is suffocating me
see
Who am I you ask who am I
I am just like every teenager around us
A teen with high and low goals
A teen struggling with the harsh reality of growing up
A teen trying to succed
Growing up is a scary thing.
As you grow up, you lose everything.
My joy flies out the window.
Now so self conscious,
My head's always low.
My childhood seems to have disappeared,
I am
I am Lina
I am blond curls, blue eyes
I am daddys girl at heart
I am mom's best friend
I am
I cry, I laugh
I smile, I frown
I am church girl on sunday
Who am I connected to at Christmas?
What is Christmas?
The most wonderful time of the year
Season for blizzards and snow days
A special holiday for people
The Journey of Life
The journey we call life,
Can be very eventful,
Yet, it can be very stressful.
My mind tends to focus on the past;
So hard that the present is often blurred, giving reality the chance to once again take its toll on my peace of mind.
Mom, you do not have OCD because you like clean sideboard.You are neat and I congratulate youbut you do not have OCD until your head is filled with a montage of shattering plates,bursting lightbulbs,smashing vases,
A 17 year old child applying for college,
built for success, wisdom, and knowledge.
A plethora of information has been deposited into him,
But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
i ought to tell you more but
i'm too damn shy and
inside i'm screaming so lound i
can't believe you don't hear me
Every day i try my best not to procrasinate sometimes it seems that it is faith.
Somedays it is not as bad and some days are sraight up sad.
It always strikes with no holding back as if it loves to attack.
Spoiled. You can call me anything you want
But warning: you do not call me spoiled.
I mean you dont even know me.
I fake a smile,
And I think it looks real.
I doubt that a soul
Really knows what I feel.
I force a chuckle,
Then let out a sigh.
Just a few signs
The hair dye
The split ends
The glasses
The makeup
Caked on to bad skin
are just a small part of
The person I am
The quiet
reserved and serious
I display
She is the warm sun on your cheek.
By night you say "she's so sweet".
Tomorrow she's a hurricane,
Beautiful. Strong. Deadly.
Why they say,
Natural Hair, Natural Smile, No MakeupCall that #Nofilter just natural beautyMany will say why you look like thatYour response I just want to be me
The eyes of the self; Still looking for myself;
Impossible to see. But possible to try;
look at me, look at me and tell me,
what do you see?
Short hair and a wide smile.
Glowing skin and big brown eyes.
I am me.
I am my father’s short temper
and my mother’s contention
I was quiet and hot-tempered
There is no doubt about it
Quick to judge and remember
It is sad to think about
This changed when I realized
I needed something more
Than to be idealized
i am beyond words and ink-stained hands because i've always thought language to be a
limitation
to thought
Blink.
Blinkblink.
Better turn off the alarm before I wake them up.
Up I go.
I have no desire to look presentable today, but they will see me
They will judge me
What can I wear?
On my birthday
I spent an hour on my makeup
Made sure I had the right top
Took over twenty photos
And cried myself to sleep
My post of myself on Instagram
Got over 100 favorite
In chasing absolution I often discover my flaws,
Infinately imperfect but perfectionately infinate
I am soul, this is fact, we are divine
From the foundations of the earth and the inception of time
The one who seeks knowledge,
Therefore they go to college.
There they must learn how to adapt,
Under pressure they might be snapped.
It's a new beginning of life out there,
Just like growth of new hair.
Take the grin
Remove the shoes
I am not hiding
I've got nothing to lose
For I'm just a kid
Like any other
I've got friends, teachers
And even a mother.
So what is there then
He discovers the hardcore reality of just a snap
Black and white pixels all blemish free, flawless
He can cover up all impurities, but is he feeling trapped?
Inside a bubble full of insecurities
What's real and what is not,
did you even give it a thought?
what matters most is love
at the end of the day
lying in your grave
love for humanity
block out all insanity
form a thought
Since I'm destined to be a coffee ground,
I want to be fertilizer.
I don't exist in your bookshops or museums.
I don't have a place on your TVs or radios.
You'll never hear about me.
Hiding past struggles of surgery behind eyes
That could shake the greatest poker player ever alive
Behind these shades are pupils that my pupils won’t see
The tears that masquerade as rain beneath my feet
Who am I behind the camera? What do I see when the sun doesn’t shine on me and mask my imperfections? Who am I after I spend hours editing just to cover a few blemishes?
A shy, fragile boy;Curious to see the world.Dreams he is uncomfortablesharing with the world.Not that he is afraidof their ignorant opinions,But because he doesn't want
I see me one way.
You see me another way.
You see me:
Short with brown hair,
Thick in the legs but perfectly shaped body,
A face of an angel,
Pretty brown eyes and soft brown skin,
Look in the mirror, what do I see?
Without all my filters I feel vulnerable to it all.
A girl who has wasted far too many opportunities,
pursuing all the wrong things until she had to take that wake up call.
Shamed and confused
Abandoned and abused
I smile for Instagram
Only to feel like I let all my friends and family down
Pose for a selfie with my friends at church
I am Authentic
I don't need the right lightening, or the right edit to have my picture get 1,000 likes or hearts.
I am Authentic
I'm afraid of the dark
A creeping sense of danger
I flip on the lights
There on the table
Metallic in glow
A skull of human proportions
Box it up in cardboard
Save it for another day
I am on a journey, to find the true me
Looking through all the cracks of what I can be
Taking each steps carefully, trying not to fall
But life is not perfect, causing me to crawl
I came across a picture today.
A picture I never knew existed.
I looked and realized it was me.
It was the answer I'd been searching for.
Around the world, high mountaintops, deep beneath the sea.
Sunset walk,
exercise minus
a pricey and flashy gym membership,
doing yoga postures with my arms.
No iPhone,
no iPad,
no iPod,
just i - no Phony.
"Girls can't like sports"
"Girls can't do that"
"Girls can't"
I can list numerous stats on different hockey players
I can do a slapshot that almost rivals Chara
I can play a sport that is filled with men
Behind the filter, there is a girl that is naturally introverted.
She wants her picture to get 100 likes.
Did she use the right filter?
Was her makeup on point?
She just wants to be liked.
Reason beyond reason, madness within madness
Swirling shapes and color
Formless and hapless, bleeding forth
The very essence which is life.
I have often found myself to be closed.
Afraid of the world, afraid of what I don't know.
To be 100% I'm never really open,
not understanding my own feelings,
dreams or even hopes.
I'm the girl.
I'm the girl who happens to be a minority.
I'm the girl who happens to be the last child of the offspring.
I'm the girl who happens to be the only child in the family left.
My natural skin tone is not Valencia
or Inkwell
or even Earlybird.
I am not just a frozen smile on a screen
I am not the dramatic, piercing blue eyes that stare blankly ahead
In a world of other people,
Who am I?
In a world expectations,
Who am I?
So many different version of who I am
Friends, School, coworkers, family
I all show something different
I was in the process of looking thew scholarships that I can apply for and I noticed two so far that require you to submit some sort of pome.
I work and work, I grind and grind,
Go about my day with leaving nothing behind.
I train night and day like there's no tomorrow.
Because the thought of failing fills me with sorrow.
Peel them off
The false eyelashes that shoves glue in your eyes
The fake nails that break off the moment you try to have fun
One by one
Wipe it off
The lipstick that stick to your teeth
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
I turn my face away,
gripping my cheek.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you mad.
I never do,
I don't know how to make you happy.
No Filter, cause I'm finally removing my mask
No Filter, I really am an asshole by nature
No Filter, the real me chief on some grass
No Filter, trust issue fucked cause my past
No Filter, I wish I was more honest
There are many things I'm not,
but all the things I am
and all my wonderful glam
make me shine as bright as the sun is hot.
Because I'm DYNAMITE.
Who am I?
I see myself as a twenty year old
Who has a habit to sometimes lie
But also, whose attitude is never cold.
I am a major in Psychology
And it's not so easy.
Society taught me
I can be what I want to be
Unless I say too much
Be a lady and act as such
Keep my head down and appease
Everyone else and learn to please
But behind the filter, beyond the mask
Thoughts come fast,
Words come slow,
It’s difficult to express one self,
Without truly knowing yourself,
Given names by others,
But not finding a name for myself,
An equation with missing variables,
One thousand questions.
And maybe one answer.
Each day is a new adventure.
Curiosity killed the cat, but fuels me.
Each task I do is designed to see
If I can answer one of my questions.
My photographic anatomy consist of
confident bones that deny filtered crutches
My four-cornered ribs cages every spoken word
Me at my core is nothing more than a little boy
Who wanted a pet dinosaur
A boy who wanted to become rich and famous and become a candy connoisseur
#nofilterslam
Youngest of seven, thought I was painted. I am the only one of my siblings with brown colored skin, making me quite literally the black sheep-- am I tainted?
My Instagram profile
is what I choose to show you:
The concert I went to Saturday night,
And my bloody nose from the mosh pit.
That person behind the camera
Who has black hair
Who has really bad grammar
Who talks with a corky flair
That person who always hides
Who is a nervous wreck
Who never takes sides
When one sees me they see a girl
A girl who is happy
A girl who is determined
A girl with a dream
I speak without filters, what comes to mind is said.
I dream without filters, what is wanted is achieved.
I see without filters, what I like is kept.
I live without filters, what I do, is what I do.
Who am I beneath the skin?
Look past my work
my friends
even my family
I am not who I always appear to be
Nor am I always what I don't appear to be
Look past my work
my future
When I look at my mother
Her crooked smile
Fragile body
Stranded hair
False sense of fashion despite her youth
Deteriorating through the cruelty of violence
And time
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why, oh, why, can't I be tall?
Straight hair is but a fleeting dream
I'm always last picked for every team
I wish I could be lithe and fair,
Authentic as this poem is it searches without much regrets
inside we find a child and more beneath fealty rugged doors
I cannot speak in every day my end is true
but in everyday I need God You
A carefully constructed creature,
made to stand in opposition to time.
The fizzle, the boom, the break of day,
calls to me like flesh calls to decay.
I run.
Round cheeks
Red from continuously smiling
The first thing you notice
Seen without even trying
Green eyes
Glasses that show my world reflected
Supposed to be this window
Sometimes I wonder about our generation
How will we fit in with the larger population?
We go through our days hoping to be distracted
And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
bags under my eyes and bad breath
saggy cheeks and bad skin
chapped lips and clammy hands
knotted hair and torn nails
these are the things that you see
when you see just me
My dear friend pick your head up
Show everyone that God-given smile
Jump out of the pit of sorrow that you dwell
I assure you there are better days ahead
Will I make it
Will I ever make it to the day i can say the beautiful cliche of "momma i made it"
Will I make it
Or to the day when i wont have to worry about how im going to a college of MY choice
Will I make it
Without a filterI'm the redness in my cheeks from the awkward middle school years where skincare wasn't a priorityI'm the bags under my eyes from trying to balance work and school and a social life
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
There is this fire inside of me
The heat is overwhelming
I try to extinguish it
but all it ever does is burn me
"Who I am?", is an ever changing aspect. Out of all the people in the world I'm simply a speck. Just a grain of sand at the beach, my skin is the color of bleach. If I throw on a filter I can look sweet as a Georgia Peach.
I hold these truth self evident
that I will seek perfection in being a black man
That I will achieve all
Behind these green eyes
(Lies, lies, lies, lies)
I mean.
Behind these green eyes,
Lies the secret to my asphyxiated kingdom.
I may not reveal the secret.
Because Secrets are meant to break,
Without all of those special effects and techniques,
I am not afraid of any words of critiques.
I am still the same girl with the many flaws.
Who am I if not what people make me out to be?
Am I a liar, a cheater, or just another picture on the wall?
Or am I a statistic; a lifeless number that can easily be discarded
I am enslaved,
enslaved to this feeling.
how could I see the light,
of something great.
Always I think about it,
that horrible year.
Those kids made it bad,
A perfect frame for
perky porcelain cheeks
created with just a small
boost of contrast— just a bit
it erases the dark caves under the eyes
This is important because
Tough and bubbly
This is a deadly combination
I put the mold on
Pretty makeup and a beautiful smile
No emotion and a look of attitude
What would happen if it the guard was down?
Well for starters, I am a girl
Trying to understand all of life's whirls
All the while, growing up with many distractions,
i built myself out of petticoats and stories and the sound of my bare feet as they hit the floor and i do not owe that building to anyone and i do not owe anyone silence
What am I without my mask,
My rod, my scepter, my queenly throne?
I do not know, why don't we ask
The great unknown?
I lived my days behind a funhouse mirror
For so long I can no longer see
selfies reflect us,
right?
or at least they are what
we want to be
seen as.
an edited face
a funny pose
loads of makeup
a smile.
sometimes
these are all
I look in the mirror
I see someone
I know this person
but at the same time I don't
It's me
but
it's not
I see myself as the world sees me
not as I see myself
A pretty boy,
I am the "curl up to read four books in a day" kind of girl.
Though I am no pearl,
I am the "hates makeup and purses" kind of girl.
Now, let it be known,
That I have flown
Many miles to sculpt my own
I got everything from my dad
Nothing was left out
I have got his height, his feet,
His hometown, his home street,
Hell, I even inherited his pout.
My brown eyes were once his
Smile for the camera,
Smile for the fans,
One thousands followers on your Instagram!
Rip off the mask on my mouth,
So I can speak like no one else
The way you stare makes me timid.
I wish I could live without a filter,
Rather be talking about night rides
Piece by piece I keep forgetting why the human experience is so great, but I remember I used to not think this way.....
Who am I?
Away from the smart phone corrections?
Do you really want to know?
Are you sure?
Well, I am a tree
with branches that reach out to many people.
People from all parts of the world.
Fine Ingredients cannot hide from a soup
resturant quality, and character hide within
stocks, herbs, oils, and flavor compatibility
reveal the final meal
edible creations, delectible, hold your mind through
My face is not my canvas
I can contour
I can paint
I can outline
I can manipulate
I Cannot tell a story
I Cannot move others emotionally
I Cannot be studied
My real canvas
Those cameras see the person I am on the outside
Friendly, determined, and moral
They fail to see the person I am behind those brown eyes
A man whose seen enough tragedy
Experienced enough pain
Hashtag. What's a filter?
Instagram's new fad.
Sorry to the conscious
Praises from the claque
Here's an example
Like long standing mountains,
I am weathered and flawed,
Made beautiful by life's disastrous, awesome turns.
I am insecure,
Searching for meaning in a life I once thought I did not deserve.
Close your eyes, go into trial-
full of lies in your head.
Crying on the inside
against the crime you just said.
But you must conform
and do what they want.
Let the innocent mourn;
In a building
a curtain is placed
to cover up what is broken.
Sometimes it covers
what is yet to come.
With myself,
a filter is used
to cover up imperfections
His eyes took my attentionThose dark sapphire eyesI want a time extentionIs it a dream or is this love?
“Just one more”
One more selfie after 95 others
Only one more attempt to find their “good side”
With another filter, another caption, another expression
If you really knew me
you’d know i can’t pass by a mirror
without pulling up my shirt, to stare at
last night’s gallon of ice-cream
box of cereal
and bag of cookies.
you’d know i have no energy
If I do not relate to you
Then how could you relate to me?
I am just keeping it real
Getting involved with me
You must want these problems fulfill
Boy your swag is tacky
"Valedictorian"
The word sings in the ear
Pierces the senses
Calms the soul
Stokes the fire
Gives a warm hug
Throws me to the ground
Am I proud?
I'm from bare feet
on dirt roads,
walking hand in hand
to ice cream shops.
I'm from scarce rain
and sing-alongs
and roller-skating on rooftops.
I'm from giant tents
Put me through pain, for that is only temporary
Allow me to admire, for there I find inspiration
Put me through heartbreak, so I can truly understand pain
Allow me to fail, so I can discover more to admire
Regret Not The image that you are to see for that's the image that's yet to be proceeded. With every new stroke we line a greater faith that we hope to walk on the the darkest day.
I see my-self in everything you do
From your smile to your laugh
The way you walk as you pass on by
I've seen your pain and heard your fears
The cuts on your wrists
They do not define you
Swirling around me,
around everyone.
Fear of the unknown,
of what you really are.
What you don't know,
is that when the waves wash over,
and all that is left is you,
At 6am, I'm miserable.
Time to get out of bed, move my behind,
Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind,
Eight hours for this is fucking criminal.
At noon, I'm finally awake.
They say, "A picture is worth a thousand words." but what about who's in it?
Or maybe what's in it?
The young man typing this poem is ambitious & optimistic,
#nofliter
Why must we put a label on a picture that has nothing
but a fake smile and good lighting?
Because behind the raised eyebrows and the plastered grin on our face
A reflection
Millions of beams of light hit a mirror
They bounce off and tell me who I am
They tell me what I am to be
What I am to do
Who to fall in love with
I lash at it and turn away
Makeup extracted, that was long overdue.Bobby pins release the hair it once gripped.The framed ponytail, now combed down to my shoulders.Arms slip out the sleeves that kept them from lingered stares.
Without filters, I exist in my truest form, and in my truest form is all I want to exist as.
"You are literally the happiest person I know!"
"I love how I can always count on you being happy."
"I swear, every time I see you, you're always smiling! It makes me happy just seeing it!"
Who am I without a glass filter?
I am handsome
I am ripped and adorned with muscles
I am the fix for the lust of beautiful women
A flashing light coupled with a dilating lens.
I hide my face with rosy cheeks, and a nervous smile
I'm a dreamer
I'm an achiever
I speak my mind
My vocabulary as wild as my imagination on most days
Not a filter in a picture,
but a filter in life,
My skin hides my insides,
my hate, my strife.
My filters only let the good shine through,
so I can stand the sight of the mirror and choose,
A jester, a lover, a fighter, a brother,
I am a man of many faces.
I change I flip, I jumble and switch,
I'm naked,
I'm vulnerable.
Having no angle,
no light,
no control,
I'm doomed to the undenying horror of my reflection.
I feel you there, creeping oh so silently
Into my dreams you enter to awaken me oh so violently
In your wakes are my regrets and my vindications
And on my skin your devil's tongue has left its lacerations
The world is just one masquerade. We hide behind masks of color. The color that disguises our true self, And makes us perfect for society. No filter shows my true self. The imperfections in my face, They are no longer in a guise.
All those pictures
they reflect who I want to be;
what I want to be.
That is also a part of me,
but it's not all of me.
This skin, this face,
it's what I have to to work with,
People say I'm an angel,
like I don't have a battle or needs,
because I put others before me
and turn my cheek to greed.
They respond that I'm an angel,
like it'll stagger the emotional bleed,
Dark hair. Tall enough. Slim body and big eyes.
Small cut on the left eyebrow but brow liner does the trick
Mascara and a pale face
Tender smile with clumsiness all around her
I am me.
They see me.
It disapproves.
But I don't.
Society shall not judge.
I will not pay attention.
Let the words seep in to my head,
It won't be happening.
No filter.
Filters mask our true faces,
Travel and filters matter less in far away places.
Take away all the edits,
Behind all the sarcastic wit,
You will find a young woman trying to make herself fit.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Alleys and attackers.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Art,
Abandoned and angry.
Avalanches and alligators.
Alone,
Alone,
Alone.
Try as I might,
I cannot see why the world turns so.
It seems too cruel to be true.
Freedom chained, Individuality snuffed, Originality laughed at.
I must be this and do that.
I am kind
but sometimes blind
to those around me
i feel like most never shine
oblivious to all
i talk to my self
but almost no one else
I am not ok with with
my own being
Although I keep to myself
and am very shy,
they know some things about me,
but they don’t know the why.
They know I am smart and creative,
motivated and strong.
Without the filter
You can see my flaws
You can see my scars
You can see it all
I get anxious without an edit
Because people can truly see me
See me for what I really am
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Beneath the dust-spotted filters every day life places on me,
beneath the way they blend and skew the light over and around me,
I need that filter…
Because without it you can see everything
I mean everything from skin to bone
So I need that filter
Because without that filter it like looking at sandpaper
Boring dull and ruff..soo
One picture, but so many filters,Covering every little bit of realnessand every little bit of happyness,Wanting more and more,Only to recieve less,
One white kid in the whole neighborhood
All my friends spoke Spanish but still I knew the truth
That every one of us wants the same exact thing
To find a safe haven and to have a family
People think filters are bad but but they're not
filters keeps a good young girl from becoming a thot
they keep our nasty parts inside
protect us like bear hide
and keep us from getting shot
In the mirror I can see,
Without a doubt of certainty
Someone that's just trying to be--
To simply be,
And that is all we need to be.
I am a red headed girl,with a freckled face,
I wear shoes that have no lace.
I do not curse and swear
That's mean as a bear,
Jesus is my light in a dark path,
He has blessed me with math.
Small with a big attitude
Accompanied by an even bigger mouth
A sweet, loving smile
that will quickly turn into a pout
Kind of boy crazy... okay maybe a lot
Can't blame me, I mean some are quite hot.
Looking in the mirror, I tilt and turn my head
Searching for the angle, I'll try my hair down instead
Mascara, eye liner, and lip gloss, the makeup never ends
I need to post a picture to get 'likes' from all my friends
They say I'm sky high
That there is a limit and I hit it
They say that I'm great
They think they know my fate
But their promises are actually lies they make
They think I'm sky high
The world plays tricks on ours eyes,
Flaws are hidden with great disguise
Through filters, through lies
Oh but I,
Hide behind this common wall at times.
The make-up that hides every pimple,
There's a girl in this photo,
And a girl in the rain,
One seems so happy,
The other in pain...
The girl in the photo knows she must keep it together,
Today it's too easy to get cought up pretending,
You forget yourself and become a clone,
Following the social rules becomes your main concern,
You can't fit in on your own,
But you have to rediscover yourself.
Without Filters, her voice is heard and understood
Without Filters, She's not depicted as a slut trying to get attention
But as just a teenage girl hanging out with friends or at her local library-
Before I had a smart phone
when i had a stupid one
i would take pictures
if you could call them that
more like fuzzy blobs
with a lack of a better filter
before the insta
Behind bright white smile,
is a someone not worth while,
behind my uncontrollable laughter,
is someone who wants to be happier,
behind all the pics,
is someone who makes me sick,
behind what you see,
I am me, but only on days when I'm happy. Only on the days where the sun touches my skin and it doesn't burn the areas I'm scarred.
Sometimes you have to reflect
Look back to the past
Take a trip down memory lane
Pop some Advil because there will be pain
Close your eyes and start
What's the first image that crosses your mind?
I am that poor girl
whose waning hope
gave birth to passion
Or perhaps I am a pupeteer
with a marionette by the name of
"Semantics"
Some days I am the crisp morning drizzle
I hide behind an image
it's me but then it's not
the person I am looking at
her self-esteem is shot
she hides behind the make up
her hair is done just right
but this isn't what I look like
Who am I?
Who do I want to be?
I ask myself this question daily.
Where do I want to go in life?
What do I want to do when I get there?
Deep within myself,
Lies a being who'll never change.
She'll smile when she's happy,
She'll always act her age.
She knows exactly who she is,
Though may others don't.
I've only been authentic on paper
Never have I spoken a filter-less word
or acted in a genuine way.
It dawns on me now
how little the face I was born with
is associated with the person cultivating inside me.
You cannot quell me
I am a one-man revolution
Built like a scorpion,
Indestructable--
You can freeze me
But I'll eventually
Come to,
Breaking free from the ice in a frigid
Frenzy,
I am a walking shadow
A shadow filled with scars and unhappiness
The mirror shows my reflection that isn't really me
Underneath my bones I am weak
I am a beautiful soul
Hoping for destination, she
gropes toward brightness,
across spaces like tundras.
You can't define me with a filter.
I cannot be confined to a box in an iPhone screen, I am not an object
If you want to connect it takes more than liking my selfies
Hi. My name is. It's nice to meet you. Insert uncomfortable smile.
Awkard eye contact. Nervous stutters like I'm on trial.
The continuingly interrupting silence makes my brain go into overdrive.
the most authenic version of me
is the one
hanging out with my friends at three in the morning
laughing
talking
I am weaker than the common rose
Fragile yet I perservere
Even through all my heartache
This isn't the person that everyone knows
My vulnerability gets the best of me
I always trust others
Without the filters who is that girl?
She is insecure but strong
The filters blur away the flaws..
But the flaws are what she is composed of
The flaws are what define her
Aloft and placid against crushing waves I stand,
but fragile am I like fresh crushed snow.
Every moment threatens to become a melting point.
These wedges and curves, erected like a statue against the frame of the world
The stage lights black out
The music soars.
The curtain falls.
The crowd roars.
Just take your bow.
And smile wide.
And shake the hands.
And share your side.
There were no mistakes.
The clouds sought rest on foggy broken dawn,And gentle mist brushed through his salted face.A Boy, whose gaze fixed on a distant Man,
Everybody doesn't want to see yourself
they shape the world to make it seem like it's something else
I'm me you see but yet I form to become a imagination
Does that make me another face in the crowd
I stand before you today
With a confession
Oh, but I don't know what I want to say
Fear rules my life
All day and all night
I hide behind shrouds of smiles and laughter
But inside the only thing that matters, is that
Fear rules my life
My Brain is boundless
It's easy to get lost there.
My Thoughts are an endless storm
It's effortless to see unclear.
My Emotions wax and wane like waves
The richest love
from deep within
trapped in the catacombs
and left to die
Lives longer,
Shines brighter,
Than these tedious old lies
Meant for nothing more
than to keep you satisfied
Underneath this child's bulky and chubby exterior,
lies a kind and profound soul that is only seen by others in a mirror
Not knowing who this boy is, the choose to laugh and laugh and judge his actions for his past
The color orange is exciting yet composed.
Still, a lack of admiration from those opposed.
My goal in life has never been to be too loud.
I have never stood out in a crowd.
Introvert.
Standardized testing is definitely my weakness.
Words left unspoken,
Killing the shadows of the night.
With nothing left to give,
Here we are with our hearts tied.
Taken by others love,
With conversations left unfinished.
Dropping
I’ve said the word
I’ve pulled the trigger
Passed the point of no return
The huge mounds of snow stare at me
Cold, steel rails wait for me
I am king skinned Earth wind and fire brewed in one tanned skin That she taught me to sing and sing and sing Loud enough to reach gods ear before those rotten insecurities do With a mouth played instrument passed down a line of great lips A taste
The mirror hangs,
peacefully in the room,
waiting to show you,
your image.
A girl peers inside,
a beautiful creature,
When someone looks at ME
I don’t want them to just.. See
I want them to feel
And to smell
And to taste
And to hear
I want them to surround me
Engulf me, encircle, BOUND me
