No filter scholarship slam
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If you stepped inside my mind,
Through my staring brown eyes,
You would see the filter fall.
When I look inside my mind, I see the clutter, the disorder, and the beauty of all that I have become.
Filters on photographs
hide so many things
like the freckles on my nose
and the acne on my cheeks
Filters on my words
hide the real me
how I sometimes cuss like a sailor
Without filters, my photos bare entry into my soul
A crystal clear snapshot of life that Instagram posts cannot hold
When choosing a filter, sadness and sorrow get glossed over and hide
Hearts and thumbs up seem to feed our souls
We feel the need to recieve validation by the touch of others through a screen
No, my look is not copied
Original to the core
For some focus on the outer
I prefer a beautiful inside
Loyalty, Kindness, Honor
Trying to be myself
Expression through both words and actions
Today I am in my khakis as I am leaving for school.
I did not choose them at random
for they are a dress code rule.
I volunteer each Friday at dismissal
and walk the 1.5 mile trek to the city hospital.
I am sorry for everything I do
I am sorry for everything I say
I am sorry if this offends you
Mono, Tonal, Noir, Fade
Why must I use one of these to receive no shade?
No shade for the way my skin has small blotches,
But I notice the way he or she watches
My face.
I remember my father crying
When it was time for me to leave—
For me to learn to kill
At only eighteen.
To load, shoot, reload,
Until it was mechanical,
I no longer had to think.
Fragile without facade,
honest without harbor,
true without tegument;
myself, I am, when independence holds me,
when no fears bind,
when thoughts course with vigor,
when heartbeats sound strongly,
Lost Like A Grain Of Salt In A Sandstorm.
Living Life Without Proper Purpose.
Staring Into A Reflection And Seeing The Unknown.
It doesn't do a lot of talking
But for something that doesn't speak
It sure says a lot of words.
Sometimes, the camera can be this
Light that shines on positvity
And lets the creative and vibrant vibe come
Flay the skin away
Piece by piece
Layer after layer
What am I now?
Am I
The words tumbling out of my mouth
The thoughts rolling in my head
The despair deep in my heart
I turned off the filter you happy now?
That I look like a mangled, deranged ugly cow?
No. Dig Deeper. See what I see.
A volcano range of red hot pimples?
Oversized white girl dimples?
So what?
A phrase I often repeat.
I'm a dude who loves Katy Perry. So what?
I am a guy who is 16 and a proud virgin. So what?
I like writing poetry. So what?
I am me. So what?
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,
What is beauty?
What is beautiful?
Depends on what you see
Someone youthful?
Though pictures are less than truthful
Cameras are off kilter
Making perfection doable
With layers of filter
I am beautiful. God has made me into the woman he wants me to be. I am not defined by the number of likes I get on a picture or the number on a scale.
Why Me?
Why was I cursed?
Having a huge chest
Is definitely the worst
Nothing fits right
I can't ever find a bra
They're always too tight
Or not tight at all
My back really hurts
So who the hell am I?
Let's see...
I'm a fricking nerd-dork weirdo with barely qualifyed coolness,
I'm an anime weeaboo and self-proclaimed "voice-acting officinado" of sorts,
A flash so loud,
That I cannot see myself.
I am witnessed in a photo.
Vaguely understanding who the girl is...
That I glimpse on glossy paper.
Lights cannot hide laughter lines,
When you look into the crowd
She won’t stand out
She’ll be in the background
Watching, observing, learning no doubt
She doesn’t post pictures on Facebook or Instagram
The past is always
Whispering
reminders and warnings,
but we must also
Listen
to the shouts
of the present.
The future
remains silent.
These thoughts were better left unsaid,
Residing deep within my head.
But like a child sworn to keep
A secret, the words slowly creep
From my lips into the air.
I chose a truth and did not dare
I walk with pride down the hallways of this hell hole they say the best moments of my lfe will fill
I stride past the girls who will one day grow to be everything they think I am
Most of the time i am confused and wonder which should i choice.
So many choices it seems i cant relive stress.
Im so focused on doing my best that i dont even do good on the test.
House #1
I don’t remember House #1. My mom told me it was an apartment in Santa Monica. Babies are happy anywhere.
House #2
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one.
It is imperative to pick the correct filter.
It needs to make me look tanner
while also concealing the bags under my eyes.
I am not interested in being seen as ugly as a flea-ridden rat or as attractive as a shiny pearl,
And I care not for taking "selfies" or using social media to acquire friends or followers.
The life of a writer isn't always words on a piece of paper.
In a small town lived a lonely girl
Haunted by her mind,
She left her nest and began to fly.
Tears of sorrow and happiness
She had cried.
Let the music play...
To end the illusions of...
Pride that cometh before the-
Fear like a snake consuming itself,
Dizzeled and dazzeled and all things frazzeled
I am ending my teenage years
Happy and lucky
Sappy and ducky
These are the things I hear
Sorry and sad
Angry and mad
Me without a filter
is a home without the realtor
I'm independent
I'm meant to be more than
what society's telling me
selling me without the sticker
that says I'm old, off the kilter
“He says he wants to marry you,” says the boy.
“Really? ‘Cuz that sounds like it came outta your ass.” Says I.
I do not know why I said it.
Normally I’d shrink.
Normally, I’d try to brush it off.
