genuine
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Gimmicks.
Gimmicks
give me kicks
like
treats and tricks.
Gimmicks
give me name a face
and
me butt a place.
Gimmicks
give me eyes looks
1,000 friends in a life time you could make.
Unfortunately; most will turn out fake.
Only a few will prove themselves true.
As you do them, they care about you.
I have never felt something like this in my life
I mean you move me
Move me to the point where i will change my ways for you
I will stop my habits and improve myself for you if that is what you desire
Because I Love You,
we are not perfect
and that’s just perfect
Dirty, mortal menaces we are
Constantly staining our white cloths,
Let go the emotions
Let go the affection
Tell me you love me
tell me your personality
i admire your humbleness
your smooth words is what im craving for
you talking in my ear makes me feel some type of way
Dazzling people made of gold,
Dazzling people made of cold
Material, dazzling people made
Of glitter and stuck together with glue.
Dazzling people made of lipstick
Lipstick, kisses, stains on cheeks
Everyone talks about being real
But it seems like
The things that are real to them
Are new cars, posting statuses,
horny rap artists, bright lights, and mobile devices
All these 'real' things
“loved ones, your feelings determine mine”
this is what my voice proclaims
but does my heart truly sympathize?
i encourage you to confide in me
but is just it to reciprocate my ego?
It is easy to feel pain, feel anger and feel bad about my life
I want to stab the memories, to murder them with a knife
Some days I stare at the mirror and it’s far from easy
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My name is Nick
But for some odd reason
Some call me Nickypoo
Fancy pictures
with all those colors, brightness, borders, and edits on myslef without the real me in it.
with all that gone and out the picture, whats left of it is me.
my genuine slef no other then me
Layer upon layer of masks.
One small, one red, one plagued with faux happiness.
A mask of royal purple.
A mask as silver as starlight.
The streets are crowded with personalities, each one unique as a gem.
My words without a filter,
They are pulses ripped from my heart,
They are thoughts carefully caught from the darkest depths of my brain,
They are not affected by this so called casual speech that many people engage in
Searching for the light
I am the best friend
found in the night.
The smile adorning my face
matches the smile in my soul.
Others perhaps fail to give grace,
I strive to make others whole.
Who am I
Behind the filter of a picture
I am a man with very much to remember
I have a story that is not yet over
Black man living past 18 is the luck of a 4 leaf clover
The story that is not told
There’s a woman there, I can see her.
She stands out to me, it’s her eyes.
Something about the way she’s staring back at me grabs me.
How does it feel to be trapped behind a screen?
In a world without dimension where perception is key.
We iron our hair and puff out our lips in hopes that they don’t see
What’s real?
Through an Instagram lens its often hard to see the bigger picture
Every post is worth a thousand words
And some of them are meant to injure
Where did what's right and what's beautiful become so intertwined?
When did I becomed defined only by my jaw line?
Why does #MasterCleanse and #LookingThin appear more than #Eating and #LetLoose?
I am everything I could ever ask
When time flits away my inner beauty thrives
Guiding me to the infinite fountains
So who is the man in the mirror?
The real one- you know? The one behind the filter
hidden away, disquised
because no matter how hard he tries...
There is something different--
I no longer have the desire to impress and feel the stress
That a society has created to only make me feel repressed
My being was not created to be superficial
But only beautiful without the artificial
Sometimes, my teeth seem slightly rotten with a honey residue considering, weekends I forget to brush,
Or how my hair waves in this condescending way when I clinch my fist together.
Snap !
Zoom, get centered more, then delete.
Twenty to fifity shoots until we get the one that is unique.
Taking photos for others to critique.
What will it take for you to see
that I just want to be.
A friend, not a lover, cause I know you have another.
Understand ? or is that to hard to comprehend, that a guy can just be.
I just want to be.
