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What is my story, you ask?
Not one that can be covered by a mask.
It involves venturing into the dark ocean
Looking towards a better future with devotion.
My blood bristles.
The fever is crisp
like wine, through my veins.
The pressure illuminates my remains
I stir with tenacity.
I sense your lustful presence
My blood pressure rises,
then falls−
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
I am a raging fire,
Flames spit and hiss
They are destructive,
They are passionate,
They are
Me.
I am a tranquil ocean,
Timid is new to me,
You bring your presence near and I tremble from nervousness.
I am strong and outspoken yet I blush when you come close.
Who are you?
Tell me where you are.
You are everywhere and I am not
With no filter, I am me.
Me is I, and I is she.
She is me, and I love me.
Me is amazing at listening to others.
She loves to borrow clothes that are my mother’s.
Funny funny funny,
I am funny
Creative Creative Creative
I am Creative
I am me who loves and loves
I am me who loves to be loved
Caring for a person's heart is what's normal
Take off the filters and remove the blindfold,
Enter this world as you are,
Not as you are told-
That you should be.
Because that is not you,
It is not her, it is not him, it is not me.
It hurt,
it hurt looking at him.
The betrayal within his arms,
his arms embracing another female.
Eyes wide open,
as she lays upon the memories,
I've always hated the saying it will be okay because it almost never is.... i tell people that im okay im fine its all in my mind but the truth is thats all just an act....
To be or not to be
that is the question
that I now face.
As I stare into
the eyes
of my, oppressor?
No? Possibly.
I suppose it all
depends.
Depends on how
I view
This handsome Blind man says
Only me in my world
Only I can see my world
U can't c my world
Only I can c my world
Only I could heed my thought
There's this girl I know
She's perfect in every way
She will help me up when I'm down
and listen to what I say
This girl I know of,
has beauty beyond compare
We are who we are.
We are not the likes we get on insstagram.
We cannot measure our beauty by the retweets our pictures get on twitter.
We are stong and beautiful.
Some say I'm like a diary; difficut to read.
Try to understand me its not oh so easy.
Some say I am confusing,
It so amusing.
I am hated by people
Shhhh I know the secrects.
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.
My hair is matted, as if swept by a tornado in the night,
My sleepy eyes squint through the bright morning sun,
The hours, the preparation, the blood, sweat and tears
All for that one moment
Recognition.
As the audience claps and cheers at the performance pure
Ecstasy consumes me.
I am a liar and I lie to myself everyday
Wake up every morning, telling myself that it’s just another day
But I already know what kind of day it is
I’ll be just like every yesterday that I hated
Without the filters,
I am me.
With the filters,
I am me.
The substance in my mind,
Beneath my skin,
Running through my veins,
Pumping into my heart,
Is me.
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
Have you ever been stuck with nothing to say?
And though there’s plenty to say, you just can’t say it?
Who’s going to listen?
I am screaming from the inside, hoping someone hears me,
I break my bones and scar my skin, persistently flowing with red rivers, flowing into oceans of pain.
who am i? what defines me?
is it the amount of likes i get?
the exposure of my breasts?
the filters i select?
does the camera do a good job of capturing my IQ?
Without a filter...
You’ll find a girl who can be insecure about herself and the way others view her;
You’ll probably see her hanging out with her friends though;
She’s often timid around unfamiliar faces,
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,
In the mirror,
I stare at my opposite twin
who stares back at me.
She is beautiful, yet worn;
she is mysterious, yet ordinary.
And there is no way of talking to her
I live in the ingnorance of others
Hide behind a shattered mask
Not one place I could run to
No one I could ask
I put on the perfect stance
I say I am made of steel
I saved you a box of towelettes, in case it was hard for you to see the REAL ME.
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.
I hide where everyone can see
But the harsh lights blind them
And I would hope I do too.
Glittering.
Who is she?
I hide at center stage
Where the words that couldn’t
Wouldn’t
This is it.
The final score
Never has it been this hard before
Racquet in my quivering hand
Do not go into no man’s land
Everything has led to this
The lies the world tells of us,
The lies we tell ourselves,
The lies we paint on our faces,
The lies that dictate who we become.
A world that watches every angle,
Brain-submerged, I travel
on my toes until I'm
drowned in wanderlust,
until the river tied a noose
around my life,
putting it on pause,
shorting out the
wires that prevent me
The unknown strikes no fear within me
The power found only in You flows through my spirit,
Like blood in veins
Abba, gaze upon me
Abba, You are light
Illuminating the darkest crevices of my path
What will it take for you to see
The side of me I want to be?
Must I walk and talk and dress
Just like all the rest?
Can I show you who I am?
Who I'm meant to be?
Is this all a scam
I am a girl with space tucked under the flaps of her skin.
I grasp at the loose tendrils,
in shades of forest and thunder,
attempting to hold the drifting vapor
close to my luminescent heart.
"I think I'll call you star" he said
My star earrings jingled
As a slight smile appears at the thought of being a star
A fiery balll of light
Shining bright
Watching over everyones dreams
Photography is the art or process of producing images by the action of radiant energy and especially light on a sensitive surface.
Click, click, and click
The moment has been captured in time forever
My face, my body
All for the world to see
What’s behind the exterior they do not know
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.
reaching into the depths of love stained pages and pulling out the most familiar character is my way of reinforcing my sense of self
My cousin is 10 years old
skin and bones
and she thinks she’s fat.
Isn’t there something wrong with that?
From the moment we enter this world
we are force fed
images of what “true beauty”
Inside out, right side in,
Don't let the outside win.
Take off the mask; leave out the filter.
Your flaws are unique, as if made by a quilter.
Birthmarks, acne, and scars; all make us who we are.
Behind the lights and cameras,
Behind the edits and makeup,
I am unique.
Hidden behind the photoshop
Is a girl who just wants to be heard.
Who wants to be noticed,
To be cared for,
The river crossed the dirt stream
Water filled the veins of the soul
It took a deep breath
A baby taking its first gasp.
Forget Sepia.
Forget Valencia.
Who I am is genuine and authentic.
That’s what the world should notice;
Alyx; diligent, striving, loving, artistic, bold, compassionate.
Coming to a mirror image,
Dull is my thinking that age;
From the site of my being,
To my impure seems.
I am not meant to be seen without my filter
She is the secret I hide under my bed.
I meet her from time to time
#Instagram #LOL #Live
without the makeup.
without the drama.
without the hate.
I don't have an Instagram.
#nofilter #truebeauty #showwhoyoureallyare
We love you for you.
Large nose, large thighs, the filter of plastic surgery may be the only cover-up.
No filter
I'm erratic
Two cars
Too fast
careening down the mountainside
.racing to see who will hit rock bottom first.
You cannot dial down the saturation on destruction,
Notes.
Not like the ones
made of trees.
Floats.
across the air,
through the keys.
Jazz Pianists' fingers tell no lies,
traveling through the
White and Black Sky.
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,
What is my purpose in this world?
To take up space,
to be a filler in an empty place.
The idea of existence has always been confusing,
Am I here to succeed?
Or will I end up losing?
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,
twenty four and desperateto surviveliving off leftoversfrom the generousold catholic mandown the streetand scraps foundon half eaten platesleft for me to [clean]in the dishroom, I make
When I was little, I was told by society that I could be anything and everything I wanted to be as long as I worked for it
That I could be anything and can be a part of the American Dream
But what exactly is the American Dream?
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,
She's unique and delicate as a flower,
Not so much like a Gerbera, but more like an Orchid.
Her dark almond eyes penetrate your soul in just a glance,
I am optimistic and creative
I wonder what is beyond the universe
I hear voices
I see opportunities
I am optimistic and creative
I pretend to pretend
I feel inventive
calm in a tempest
blown unbroken Centered Strong
Balanced unmoving
Unassuming plain
cold - blank canvas vivid - hot
eddy of Passion
Currents flow over
Who am I when nobody can see?
Behind closed doors and darkness,
I am truly me.
Guarantee.
I am the one with the big heart.
You know…?
The one that always ends torn apart.
We only haveone life,this life,no other life.The past isbehind us.The futurelies ahead.So do what you want,and not what you hate.No one can tell you
In a dream of yesterday I see
I am not he I was born to be.
Diluted and changed, I'm now someone
Who's merely a speck beneath the sun.
Altered by those who promised me good,
I am a proud, deceitful imp
A wicked dragon who lurks in the shadows
A fiery demon chasing after the innocent
A shameful smudge on crystalline papers
My skin shines green with envy
You can tell I'm not faking when I've begun to climb a nearby tree
When it's not covered in ants
I'm myself when I'm working, helping others or just being plain selfish
When I'm drinking my morning tea
when people ask me who I am,
i always give tHem the correct answer.
the filtered Answer:
~i am ambiTious
"i work hard to bE a leader"
~i am honesT
"no lies from tHis gal."
RAW
Who knew you could lie to yourself by posting a picture?
Who knew you could be denying yourself,
Just to appeal to Misters
Misters that don’t make a difference.
Trying to find someone who’ll
My family used to have a fish tankfilled with cute little fishiesthat were more of a hindrance than a convenience:clean the tank clean the tank clean the tankmy parents chanted, a laborious prayer
Webster’s’ Illustrated Dictionary.
Published 1954.
470,000 words.
Page 98.
In between the word caitiff,
a coward,
and cajole,
to persuade with flattery,
Hello beautiful child, flower child.
Whenever you look at the world you make it smile.
The way you walk, the way you talk, it honestly just inspires.
You would never know you're some peoples desires.
They say I have big eyes
So I can see truth through your lies
They say I have big lips
So I can speak my mind
Refresh, scroll, refresh, scroll;
I know by doing this it will take it’s toll.
Covet, envy, you become a green monster.
We want to post a picture too, be another flaunter.
A million selfies, now a million and oneI've sent to the eyes of the man who held the gun.The gun of the happiness I asked him ownOn account of the interest and affection he'd shown.
We often fear that of which we do not know or what we do not understand.
We hate what we see and what we cannot.
We become angry and fixated on the flaws of the universe and ourself.
A few hundred likes really mean nothing
A perfect face and a beautiful smile,
Hidden behind a wall of insecurity,
Under the waves of social validation.
The shreiking self doubt drowns out true beauty;
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,
I am numb.
Just barely awake,
but awake enough to go through the motions.Desperately in search for someone to see past color and see the real beauty within.
I am anger,
Doe-eyed lids
scrape away
the beads of my dreams,
opening me up to the kind of morning
that mumbles.
The me I know is the dawn of myself,
what is left when I
unfasten from my
I've always been called beautiful
Not expected to be smart
But to be conceited
I value my appearance
Loving, caring, an open book
Trustng of others without a second look
It's crazy how I can see the best in others
But it took me so long to see the best in me
Who I was used to depend on how others felt
Heart pounding; stomach churning; homework I’ve had a week to do open in another tab
I text my friends and watch YouTube videos and listen to myself
Tell myself I’ll do what has to get done soon
I mean—
The most authentic version of myself?
Well.
For my parents, I am Hannah Elizabeth.
Beautiful, strong, resilient—
On the outside.
For my teachers, I am #133193
29 ACT, 1950 SAT, 4.3 GPA—
History repeats itself
it's why we're here again.
Black versus white
but this time it's times ten.
We need to be aware
that this gon' get us nowhere.
No! It's not him, her, or them;
I am not fake.
I will not hide behind a filter.
My words are real,
sometimes cunning, never fake.
Everyone is beautiful
in their own way.
Why hide that beauty?
I’m Sorry
By Haley Matlock
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.
I’m sorry I let you down.
I’m sorry.
I'm the wall in your backyard, paint falling off and all.
I am a jammed stapler.
I'm clumsy and lose balance like a seesaw.
I am a wet phone in a bowl of rice.
I am a creature, one they call human
One that was born to live in a society where filters identify me
Every selfie
Everay smile
Every scar
Filters identify me
Oh Hello. Hi. Uhm..
How do you do?
I'd like to introduce myself to you.
What you see is average.
It’s the same exact spot
Where it happened.
Walking past it everyday
I cannot help but imagine
Another way it could have gone.
The crashing is silenced.
I arrive at my house and it is silent.
The first thing a young woman learns,Is to criticize.We are taught to see only our imperfections.We are taught to look into the mirror and self destruct.We focus on our faults.Of course we taunt others..
“Look at her belly,” hisses a girl to her friend, staring me up and down. They gawk, unable to process this.
To the World Im just another Black Male,
Everyone assumes I am going to fail,
Troubled, violent, ghetto, stupid,
In reality I'm undisputed,
just another stereotype is how they see me,
I am a recovering pessimist,
Seasoned with jadedness,
Topped off with some obnoxious realism.
My first language is sarcasm
I am well versed in profanity
I am a maker of things
Vintage, Vignette,
All of these aesthetic filters.
But nothing is nearly as attractive
As the original.
For it's a tough job to do,
To mask the truth.
Take away the B.B. cream
Wooden eye brush and chemical buttered lipstick
And manufactured eyelashes,
You have the foundation of a natural beauty.
I open my eyes and look towards my feet.
There are weights on a wall seeming to stare at me.
I will always be a child
I tend to run into people from walking too long in my daydreams
I chase the bird that doesn’t want to be caught
I love the boy who always seems too far away, or too busy to talk
You ask who I am,
No filter?
Just a girl , interrupted,
Off kilter.
I am sweatpants and no makeup,
Eating ice cream after breakups,
I am a world traveler in my mind,
Looking in the mirror I see many things those that vary from style to emotion and such in between
Front view camera #Flip
Everybody sees me--
At least, they think they do...
Everybody loves me--
but not they way I'd like them to...
they say the eyes are the window to the soul,
maybe that explains why hers are so cold.
she stumbles through he world each and every day
hoping to soon find her way.
Knowledge grows,But so does temptation.Sometimes, that’s what ruinsOur younger generations.
Smears, smudges hide my face
In the dusty reflections of the mirror
With shaking hands I can place
The nose, the hair, the eyes
But in a glimpse they're chased
From my tentative tries
The beauty of the sky, a lake of blue
to own a piece of this glory beyond.
God's creation gathered round He knows who,
on the eve of the beginning he dawned.
A forest of majestic green wonder
There comes a noise I hear.
I wonder if it's here.
It screeches and yowls and it only comes at night.
Night is cruel unlike a brave knight.
Someimes I feel like the noise is an eye.
Behind closed doors...
That can mean so many things
Who are you?
When no one is looking
When no expectations are placed on you?
Authenticity is such a hard thing
To find in a world like ours
Imperfect.
What two words do you see?
"I'm" and
"Perfect."
What does that mean?
I am Perfect.
What do I know?
I AM Perfect.
Do you know what I'm not?
A model.
An actress.
No one has seen the real side of me. Remove my "rise, valencia, sierra, or inkwell" filter and you shall see
A passion, a reason for life,
Its what i strive for,
What I'm scared I'll never find.
I've tried it all;
Art - wasn't expressive enough,
Sports - needed to be more tough,
flawless skin
perfect hair
trendy clothes
confident additude
perfect smile
take away the filters and what do you see
acne covered skin
damaged hair
dirty clothes
broken smile
Would you want the power to fly or be invisible?
I would love to fly all over the world and see the different kinds of people,
Why wouldn't you want to be invisible?
Because I'm already invisible by just being unequal,
Click, snap, image captured
Edit, draw, redirected
Delete, delete
Photo recaptured
Upload now, photo posted
This is me #nomakeup
Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears
This is I #nofilter
I was never supposed to be anything.
If you had charted the stars at my birth,
You’d have an absence because I was
Born in the after-
Noon. You wouldn’t see anything in the
Hair
the color of a wooden chair.
Eyes
the color of blueberry pies.
Mind
a little less than refined.
Words
like a misspelled clade of birds.
Me
polluted and free
I am from color
From different medias
I am from different shades and tints
Thick, thin, smooth and shiny textures
Of different hues
Lots of shapes and sizes
Of what others could use
I have always had
Big Blue Eyes.
There are other parts of me
that aren’t so grand, but
my eyes
are wonderful.
Within them, I can see
Not just blue,
But green and gray
Who do you talk to when there is no one to talk to?
I guess you talk to yourself, but then you're crazy... right?
My name is Richie, but I’m not rich.
Learning is where I get my niche.
Some say that I am very smart,
But, that’s because I work hard.
A doctor someday I want to be,
All you see is a mask
But can you really say
That what you see is who I really am?
You see what I want to show
There's a lot you don't know
about the girl you have class with everyday
Acne , Dark spots , Hair real hectic I'm still beuatiful without the filter i accept it
I may be a little rough around the edges
seeking havoc
causing damage
menace to society
#NoFilter Poem MONSTER
Who am I?
Without a filter
Is something
That most don’t like
Asshole, insane, crazy
Names that I’ve been called
His hair is messy and curly
Some would say that it is girly
But to that he'd reply
With a glint in his eye
That really they're just being surly
Eyes that see only through spectacles
Slumber disguises your blemishesCrema smooths your skinAmaro makes you look olderRise makes you look thinLudwig brightens your features
You can only frame me in a moment,A picutre that leads lies to the future.The time for false perfection came and went,A smiling skull without stable sutures.
The makeup. The smiles. The friends.
I'll let you see.
The parties. The crowd. Through the lens
that's what you see.
how do you desceice to someone
something they have never felt?
the tortures existens that god hath delt me
each day i promise myself that i will make it threw the day
one step at a time.
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
I am the cup of ramen noodles I keepforgetting to take out of themicrowave. I am the orange juice that spills on a fourteen hourinternational flight. I am the mint plant on the windowsill that only thrives
I am vulnerable
I am flawed
I am human
I put on a mask
Try to be what the world wants me to be
It isn't me
I am vulnerable
I am flawed
I am human
I am a perfectionist
Eyeliner, mascara, eyebrows, blush
Hair just the right amount of messy and cute
Tilt head but don't break necks
Smile big but not too big
Click...click...click, click, click
In my own skin
I am me
Its hard to accept, hard to see
Day in and day out
I'm told differently
That everyone should accept the beauty I must be
My skin holds a story
That can not be explained
Everyone has a filter,
Something that covers up the real problem,
Something to hide behind.
It's a constant battle,
But sometimes when your adrenaline is pumping,
That filter falters.
I have freckled cheeks and chapped lips.
I have never known what to do with my hair,
and I'm sure I sweat my makeup off before lunch everyday.
I am not pretty.
Because pretty is a flower,
"Raise your hand if you agree with this statement."
I never did raise my hand because no one else did.
My teacher always got mad and went on a tangent,
I really wish I could of made that bid.
You can stare into a glossy surface,
water stained but,
you can see what you strive to see
a reflective pool
rippled with a flash
the corners of my lips lift
with yours.
An eerie imitation
This is to the camera, that sees me as nothing but
Delicate bones and pearly whites
My essence captured through awkward captions and
My worth measured by likes and heart bytes
Do you see what I see?
Without filters
Without makeup
My hair is natural and ever changing with the seasons
Eyes as brown as coffee
Reflecting my mother’s
Down to earth and genuine
Who am I
I ask as I gaze into the clear blue sky
What makes me unique
My personality, I think
I am a little bit of everything
All rolled into someone who cannot sing
I feel the music in my body though
I think we are all flawless because
Flaws are intangible thoughts
Who defines these edges on a person?
On the inside hallucinations are created, a sense of clarity while the others stay sedated.
Graphite hits paper, scribbles take form, even the beauty he’s known has to grow horns.
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
There ain't no holding me back
Understand this is who I am
So when you plan to attack
Just know that I don't give a damn
I can't stand deception;
Altering the realness'.
Before I could walk
I learned to talk
But I didn’t learn to speak my own words
I learned to care what others heard
And what they thought I was
I learned to rhyme and tell time and sit and behave
Song of Innocence
They give me smiles, so I smile
They give me love, so I love
They tell me I’m beautiful, and so I am beautiful
I don’t know who I am.
Behind the scenes,
a chameleon in costume.
Dresses of armor and eyeliner sharp like a knife,
I once made a choiceWhen a choice made meConsider the soulWhich I would solely beI could've gone rightTo just fitting inLeft all that was leftOf me, quitting again
Lost, Wandering in darkness
secluded, disconnected
there's always one point in your life where nothing makes sense.
You are not here
Mentally or physically.
Like a dream but not vivid
Who am I without a filter?
Before I adjust the contrast, saturation, shadows, and sharpness of my image.
Before I change the filter to Mayfair or Valenica.
Before I get my make up and hair just right.
I was always taught to be the leader of the group
To be the one that everyone looks too
From day one that was my job until I die
To be the apple of everyone’s eye
But underneath I am so much more
I've been told what to do
I've been told what to do to be a better person
Or was it to be a better applicant
I've been told what to do to be more respectful
Or was it to be more obedient
Teens today are dependent on a lot of different things
Cellphones, make up, video games. Selfies, illegal activites.
But, without all these advances, what exactly are we?
Without our phones, we feel powerless
I,
I am different without the filters,
I sound different and look different when using filters.
When I don't use filters, I sound and look nerdier than usual,
I hate filters,
I don't need all those flashing lights to make me look nice. I have a natural beauty that comes from the sun light. A filter does no justice, to a person who is born gorgeous. Any camera aimed at me is a Kodak momement.
You want to know who I am without a filter?
I am the original masterpiece without a filter
I am the way God made me without a filter
I am who I am supposed to be without a filter
A wall, rising tall
made of thick stones
Guarded by hundreds of soldier
Inside stands a king
broad, strong, confident
he is impenetreble
Take down that wall
Take away the soldiers
I only see myself once, maybe twice, a day.
How can that be? You think,
With a world of mirrors, cameras, and reflections,
Everyone is everywhere.
You're right, but I mean my real self.
A filter is an unattractive face covered with a mask
Spraying perfume at the trash
Covering a bad hair with a hat
This is who I am
A line of just five
A sister of three
A daughter of one
A friend of many
This is who I am
A student for life
A love for music
A life for writing
I wake up
With crazy hair and foul morning breathe
Flawless
I post up
Unfiltered selfies to show the real me
Flawless
Ride round in it
Until my mom need her car back for work
Flawless
In the aftermath of a blaze,
only the ashes are left--
Remnants of a thick haze
scattered and bereft
In an attempt to introspect
I write this verse with my heart
Very somber, filled with regrets
But with clarity beyond any extrinsic breath
Me with no filter,
Is me trying to do and be my best.
Me with no filter,
Is me trying not to be like the rest.
Me with no filter,
Is me not being hindered by being black.
Me with no filter,
The eyes of my mother were a color that
enveloped me in her warmth.
The brown rings surrounded me on days
when I needed them the most,
And drowned out any inhibitions
I am a child of the sun, kissed to a golden caress of honey skin, shining bright on the outside from the light within
I am the bird that flies without limitation through the endless sky, filled with the light blue hue of my aspirations
Here let me tell you about life out of disguise,
About who we are, free of misconception and lies.
Some people, they have got it all so, so wrong,
Having countless filters on pictures and saying "selfie game strong".
Is your God benevolent?YesYour church donatesMuch money toImpoverished nationsBecause God says it's rightNoHundreds of children, younger than fourDie in impoverished nations
kicking up whitegold dust as the soon-gone-storm passes,
forcing scaled lizards from their rocks and waking
thumb-sized owls within the spines,
I found myself undeniably arid.
Im like a toddler in the driver's seat
I thought the freeway looked promising
it didnt seem difficult from what I seen
too much time alone in the other seat
knowledge is nothing without experience
I’ve shoved myself relentlessly in to the Valencia, Ludwig, Sierra, and Hefe.
I’ve broken my body to fit the mold.
Flawed your a beautiful creature With thorns of purple petals that tend to flow to mellows of sweet shallow melodies and you tend to have the sweetest n
Hide the imperfections of your skin
Don't let them see the flaws
But are they flaws if they cannot be changed?
The uniqueness of you, they are the cause
Too many freckles, too small of a girl
I am more than the self-focused, filtered picture on social media sites that supposably represent me.
I am more than the makeup I buy, or the things I do to so heinously change my appearance for others to approve of me.
Can there really be
someone better than me?
No, there can't because
I'm the only one, you see
Ain't very many people with my personality
Not my name, not my talents or my family
A lot of people know me as
@haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz"
Or lockedinabirdcage
Analyzing why paper beats rock
And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk
Or 15byerha
I'm going to bring up
Gender equality
Being a "feminist"
And what that means.
Let's talk about stereotypes
And why they exist
Why we continue to accept
The explanations they give
As if:
You know it's hard to feel flawless when you've been where I've been, and seen what I've seen, and done what I've done.
you began to undress me
and as each button of my blouse becomes undone
a sliver of some imperfection slips past
my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
Instagram is a trend most of us do
Hash tag filter
Hash tag life
Hash tag me
A filter out picture is what people see
I’m more than a filtered out picture though
In all honesty I know the real me
We all knowthere's always room for improvement.But filters and makeup?Those are more like cover ups!
She wants to feel pretty and break the mold
but society tells her to do what's told
She wants to be happy everyday
but everyone says there's a price to pay
She wants to go back to her younger days
One tear
Is all I will let fall
Because if I let more come
Running down my cheeks
It will be like a river
That floods
Until it reaches my heart
The place where you are
Get lost.
Just because we live in a world that is 2/3 extrovert does not mean I wish to join your ranks.
I'm done with feeling less than because I would rather sit quietly and listen
The trees are tall and powerful.
Green moss is growing bright.
Mountain views will take your breath away,
You can see them dark or light.
Dont be suprised if you find me here,
Every picture I take, I take with a sense of accomplishment.
It's not the beauty of the picture or the perfection of it,
Its the understanding that I see behind a picture of myself.
You know, I used to want to be a princess, or a ballerina. I had a little tutu and I loved pink and I went to class every Tuesday and Thursday.
I wish when I smiled, I meant it,
I want my laugh to sound carefree like it did before,
I need to be the center of the picture;
so that I know I wont be the one on the outside.
I miss the way I used to be,
I was born flawless
Why you may ask
Because I'm me
And God made
I'm a woman
I'm a sister
I'm a daughter
I' m a best friend
My imperfections make me flawless
They say I have too much hope.
They say I'm a dreamer.
But when I look out my window,
on a starry night,
I can only see each snowflake fall one by one.
On a starlit night
I’m always complimented on
my perfectly golden skin.
My bronze hue holds
the Flawless’ secret
in an imperfect world
Forgotten words stray from your tongue,
slipping away like the air in your lungs.
Temptations you had, you no longer desire,
left with only an ember sparked from a fire.
Strange thing, authenticity.
It sort of squirms, morphs, blacks out
When you stare,
But sure enough when you forget it
It's there.
Ah, I'm a warrior-princess!
(I hope.)
#Don'tFilterMe
Because I'm #Beautiful
With all my imperfections
Large pores
Uneven skintone
And acne scars
No I'm not 5'10, size 2
Because I'm #Funsize
Petite but hey
From the day you followed me
On this screen that glows in one's imagination so delightfully,
Brown boy, brown boy come around
Come hear the tale of the new kid in town.
He ain't no peach this fine young thing
I heard he aint even got a wedding ring
What so cool about this new fellow
The stars have alignedGot you on my mindMy heart's cold and oh so lonelySo I swallow some sinFor the pain that I'm inA cigarette, a blade, a dietWhen we promised we'd stop
God's Perfect Imperfection
I'm different.
My body emanates with its own scent
It wasn't fair to me,
To deal with all of your
Bottled-up, pent-up shit
When you couldn't deal with it yourself
It wasn't fair to me,
To always scare me by saying
You'd be dead by morning
With out a filter My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen Imperfect but BoldMy nose is large But has potential that is quite undersold My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
FREE: from conformity
a blanket statement on a t.v.,
a color slab does not define me,
My Spirit soars on natural wings...
"Lift not the painted veil",
they say.
Skin covered, neck to ankles
Boys will be boys, they say
But why can't I be myself?
I wear crop tops
I wear skirts.
Does that make me a slut?
No
Does that make me, me?
Yes
The Champion Lightweight of the Worldthe broken boy on the bathroom floorfed up with his family’s fussindowns a dose of robitussinand crawls his way to lock the door.
I watched as the hand went limp.
I heard the sirens cry out.
I felt the rain water drip.
As it spluttered about.
Let’s take a swim
In the Ocean of Me
And from surface to bottom
We’ll see
My normal and strange
My average and special
My sides from all angles.
Look from above toward
There are as many holes in my soul
As there are pores in my skin.
Some are just a surface scratch,
But others branch deep within.
The emotion simply drains away,
My soil no more than a sieve,
She brews her ownbecause she likes to seeSepia seeping upShe cannot sleep so sheNeeds coffee to keep her eyes –brown ringed around soft green– awake
I will not hold a lie against my face,
a pixellated mask, heavy on my conscience.
The sound of youth constructing barriers of separation
is thunderous and inescapable.
Their tiny, rough hands
I feel most alive on the US-15 with my mother, my father, and my puppy.
I am ME,
And only I can see
Through the filters,
Into the center
Of my self.
I am ME.
The best I can be,
Without care
Of how my hair
May look in a picture,
I am a huge contradiction.
Yet all of my things
Work together to
Create the huge, beautiful mess
That is authentically me.
I am
Sarcastic and kind
Intelligent and impulsive
Beauty cannot be measured,
Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters,
But perception is reality,
And what the human mind believes instantly morphs into truth,
I am a slave to its tyranny,
Who am I?
Certainly not who you see with your eye,
not the person you see online,
you see the person I provide.
The person who tries to act cool,
and will act like a fool,
for my peers at school.
building perfection inside my headan architectural masterpiecethat cannot ever be achievedwe don't have the technologyto unmake my make-believe
tearing it down brings relief.
No filter is needed to see who this is
A girl with such a bliss
Someone who they miss
But in history, they've shown of me what should be
As now I uncover my destiny
Now the filters may disappear
Without these filters
I
Am
Human.
The pain that I feel
Emotional or physical
Is real
The laughter I have
They say that the sun loves the moon
So much
That he dies every day just to let her breathe.
They say that before you can love someone else,
You have to love yourself.
Perfect. Happy. Put-together.
I get that a lot
Alone. Messy. Confused.
I feel that a lot.
I am utterly raw, entirely my own element
In this world constantly trying to change me
Composed of my thoughts and my ideas
I consist of the instrumentals I lend an ear to
During the countless hours I spend writing
I am a student: submissive to my classes.
I am a worker: always trying to be the best.
I am a suck-up: forever bending, and kissing asses.
I feel like my life is nothing but an endless test.
I find myself insecure when I look at myself without any editing.
I'll feel as if I am discrediting...
..as I compare myself to other girls,
I believe that I am not beautiful to the whole-wide world.
so this is what you get when you wash me down
scrub me with scalding water until my skin is raw
lather and rinse and repeat
wash the layers of armor away
we watch as they swirl down the drain
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
Mirrior, mirrior on the wall who's the fakest of them all?
With the title of fairest claimed
My true identity has long been chained
My voice no longer has meaning
It counts for nothing
Take away the smile.
Take away the make up.
Take away the thoughtful quote that you thinked up.
Take away the likes.
And the ego feeding compliments.
Me, Myself, and Myself
This is everyone I trust
I've been fooled and taken over
My personal safety is a must
Me, Myself, and Myself
These 3 are my bestfriends
Im sure they won't ever hurt me
Who am I?
I am your average teen.
My parents are divorced.
My friend has committed suicide.
I’m not the riches or coolest person in the world.
I don’t have tons and tons of friends.
Isn’t it weird how your unconscious consciously decides
Based upon what you unconsciously desire
So what you want isn’t what you admire
As her fingers dance across the piano keys
I can hear her life story
Her loneliness from a lost love
It switches to anger then abruptly changes
To a jubilant tune
On a Sunday afternoon, after the hot shower and a snack and ice cold water
I sit with a book on the couch or under the covers of my bed
i'm an 18 year old kid from a smallass towni'm up in the twin cities now tearin up that art school shit (nah)and fuckin up on the dailybut that's just me you gotta put up or shut up
The tears burn as they run down my cheeks,
And slide down to my shirt.
Sleep has hidden itself for weeks
While I ask, "when will He end this hurt?"
I try so hard to smile
When emotions say,
Procrastinator
Extremely awkward
Rebellious only in her thoughts
Flawed
Expert of all things unimportant in life
Completely insane
Truly unique and one of a kind
I take a deep breath,
And the filters are turned off.
My eyes are dark and tired
My shouders - slumped in defeat
My smile is now being worried away
Between my imperfect teeth
My hair comes down
They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but what if that view is fallacious?
They come in at night when all is still
they scrape away and run and steal
my happiness and pleasure
They see it as their treasure.
Down, down, down they go into the hole
where time stops and no body knows
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a different girl living in a Utopian world.
The girl is different from me, way different from what I've seen.
You cannot see me. I am a faceless person behind a computer screen. All you know about me is what I am about to tell you. Without all the physical stuff, this is me. The authentic and me that I strive to be.
The darkness of her hair
The lightness to her eyes
The sweetness to her voice
The kindess to her soul
She never lets you down
She always is there
She will keep you safe
Before each deployment,
we moved about quietly,
so as not to upset you
You desperately sending friend requests on Facebook,
from a laptop,
alone in the darkness of your room
Slowly scrolling through,
those pictures don't even look like you.
Tainted and changed,
edited again...
That isn't you in that photo,
all of your changes are for show.
Media allows for creativity
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,
I travel by train and I look out
My window, my legs are too close to the grey-man beside me
Headphones in, power chords, progressions
I am progressing, and my knees
Need a shave; they catch on the silk of his suit.
Why hide beauty, when it is all you can see?
Shall you treat yourself to delights and one's rights
We live in a world of freedom yet hate,
Where all face the gate of the fear for imperfection.
To choose and stay behind this gate,
And let words and actions choose your fate,
My girl -
Translucent in the sun.
Blue webs
And purple strings that run.
A wave of midnight crowns my head.
My girl -
Dark clouds around the eyes.
Bony
My name is A'Jayla
All of Joy and Anger,
I'm Young
Filled with Longing and Amazement
-
My name is Jada
I am not your video slave
I am a young girl
Boys raped me on tape
Sadly the tape went viral
Now everyone knows
I chose to stand tall
I was a victim it’s true
I hide who I am from most everyone today
I was bullied and harassed back in the day
It taught me to sit back quietly and assess
Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
Filters do not make me,
they don't choose my destiny,
they don't tell me what I'm going to be.
I'm still me at the end of the day,
I'm still going to express what I need to say,
Once upon a time there was a princess who was locked in a tower longing to be rescued
Except I’m too fucked up to be a princess
And when princesses cry it looks pretty and delicate and
When I do my eyes swell
I'm in a constant state of madness
with my disarrayed hair
I stopped tampering with
and my bubbly, bright voice
that can't seem to stay quiet.
I enjoy the simple things-
As a woman
I can act like a lady
I can dress like a lady
I can expand my vocabulary so that
I sound like a lady
I can walk with the right amount of sway
Like a lady
With just enough tease
When I remove that mask of insecurities
You see a face of all my histories
My lips part like the red sea
And every second now is as hard as two seconds then.
Knowing theres 86,400 seconds in a day, youve fought 172,800.
Sepia, black and white,
Nashville, hefe, willo,
Lo-fi, hi-fi,
1977
They all start to look the same
After an hour or two.
Oh wait this one looks good!
Maybe I plaster a smile on my face to please
The same pretty smile you see dancing across my Instagram feed
You can question what's lurking in my psyche
But I am not fake
Adults always speak
We shouldn’t read fantasy
Doesn’t prepare you
For reality, one bit
Answer this for me
How have I learned more
About life’s purpose
From people who don’t exist
Who am I behind the dye?
When you take away the acne
If you can look past the watery eyes
I am the girl that tries until the end.
The one that stays up late every night
Trying to maintain a high GPA.
I used to be covered in filters
They draped my body like exotic cloths
I smiled when other people smiled
Laughed at other peoples' jokes
Lived other peoples' lives
But I never lived my own
I , am original . Without the filters I think I am a pretty handsome person . Natural is what i am without technology . My own is what I am without technology .
Don't know who I am
But I've been finding my way since six grade
Small in stature , but stand like a statue.
My eyes are innocent
My power is fear
But I strong ...
In the mirror I always see a face,
A face who I think is full of disgrace.
I’d hide the flaws and impurity,
Lipstick and lip gloss.
Eyeshadow, eye liner, and mascara.
BB cream, foundation, powder, and blush.
Did you ever think that you look beautiful without all that makeup?
A boy lost in fantasy,
That is I.
What is reality,but an inverted thought
to a melancholy view.
The universe is calling,
for adventure and mayhem-so no more stalling.
But that is not all,
It's like I've landed on another atmosphere,
Giving out my own female energy with my beauty.
My natural brownskin, glowing,
I am a figure
Someome people looks up to for an uplift
i am some one you can count on when you have a down day and felling disfigured
i am sheeka
short for danskia archanetta bogle
I am goofy and crazy
bury the filters six feet deep
strip the black & white & sepia
just skin & bones & bird’s nest hair
shielding sleepy eyes from the camera
Wake up
Go brush
my hair
Go for
a run
Read
a book
relax
No makeup
on
Solve a few
puzzles
Just for
fun
why should
I
ever not
I still remember the day when I realized that the only person who can ever truly love you with all of his or her heart is yourself.
Crack the code of my spine
And read between the lines
From pages of the diary that’s written in my eyes
Invisible ink in my skin
Marks the flesh that seals me in
It ties and binds, ties and binds
When people are unreasonable and selfish I want to forgive.
I want to be the best me that I can be.
I wish to give the world the best version of me, and hope that it is enough.
I want to...
Give my best anyway.
I am flawless because I am strong
I'll never quit when things go wrong
with much experience with good and bad
I still won't quit when I am sad
no matter what puts me down
I shine like diamonds on a crown
I am T
I am 16 years old
I am an African-American female
I just want to be myself
I'm tired of hiding who I am
I'm tired of hiding who I am in every aspect of who I am
Picture this, a camera that only highlights true beauty
My camera snaps a photo of all my natural flaws
That is true beauy that reflects
No filter needed
The all High Mighty didn't need a filter
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
i never been a stranger to the cold ,never been a stranger to the loneliness ,never been a stranger to the lies never been a stranger to the dark and husky nights .It's gotten to the point where i would perfer it to be night just to enjoy the bri
What do you expect?
All of me is what you get
I never learned how to cover it up
So what's with all this fuss
I've fought too hard for this authenticity
For your idea of simplicity
I am me
Man meets woman with a sword in hand
Like shooting stars caused by fate they clashed
Falling into territory they didn't know where to land
Original plans were shaken and not trashed
food sits dispassionate and untouched
content with rejection
white trash bags split at the bottom, wheezing for air
no angel of death stole the breaths of a baby brother that floundered unnoticed in the periphery
What do I see when I look in the mirror?
I used to not know, but now I see clearer.
Some people think all they need are viewers,
But come to find out, I need much, much fewer.
My life's a Friday nightBut it feels like a Sunday morningLike wasted potential and wasted timeAnd wasted youth and wasted rhymeAll waste, all the timeAnd there are days and weeks when you're so blue
Without fliter i am just an average girl.
A girl with imprefect skin and facial features
The fliter protects me from the public opinon.
the mean comments will not get to me if i have my escape.
Filters are just masks for the true essence of an image. Some may say that filters help to enhance the quality of an image or photo; to make it better but how can changing the actuality of an image possibly make better.
A silly pun,
A random expression,
A wacky dance,
Just for a second of a happy glance.
On my mom and bro,
My best friend,
A nameless store clerk
I don't even know.
In a world obsessed with appearance, with the image of perfection.
How am I supposed to compare, gain confidence, and make a connection?
A world where I can't look in the mirror without disgust,
Walking down the street, life moves slowly
As I run into people and fall onto the rough concrete.
Bitter voices and yelling catch my attention,
But the powerful wind propels me into dangerous roads.
I am confident without filters,
And strong without contrast.
Unique without overlays,
And clever without stickers.
I do not need a filter.
Hudson may make me blue,
Without filters or make-up, I am like a flower that grows with natural beauty. I am my own mirror that reflects my true skin, I`m a beauty that is priceless. I`m ordinary pretty.
Without a filter
Without the camera
Through the eyes of me
I am a plaque of black.
Without a filter
Without the camera
Through the eyes of others
I am an organic Hispanic.
I haven't witten anything in a very long time
Over the years I wondered why
My pain and happiness were always on a page
Written in ink, now there
text messages that ruin my day.
Right now, I am breathing uneasily and imperfectly, similar to how I carry myself.
My breath and my own piece of mind.
These are the things that follow me around.
"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.
She stares back at me with her brown squinty eyes,
her lopsided brows raised in apprehension.
She raises her palm and her delicate finger taps the surface.
"I know," she says.
My eyes glaze over.
You are your own worst enemy
You act like your in ecstasy
But you’re not
What I’m trying to say
Is you’ve come so far
You carry many scars
You made them on your own though
Physically, I'm distressed, but I impress by dressing my best.
Emotionally, I'm a wreck, gotta stay in check to earn respect.
Mentally, I'm cascaded by the replays of the days that have faded.
Premature.
Fight on.
Mom died.
Fight, fight on.
Cancer consumes sister.
Fight on, Fight on.
Solace through my music.
Play on. Fight on. Play.
Sister emerges victorious.
In the beginning I was always scared. Never able to say what I thought or felt. It was nothing less than torture. Forever crippled by the fear of being unnaccepted. Always tiptoeing trough life like perpetually crossing a lake of thin ice.
Every day is a gift,
all the days just flow so swift
try to live positive & for others try to uplift...
<3
You are here for a reason bigger than you
I know some time you wonder what am I here to do?
Is it some thing huge & grand, here...
Depression.
One simple, little word.
Or so many believe.
For others,
it is not a word.
It is a way of life.
A way of struggle.
Bringing oneself to their feet.
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.
26 March 2014
Though my words have been scattered
and my lips been tainted,
take her heart and lift it.
Take her mind and relieve it.
Take away her pain, not her life.
Feet that are super huge, put me a step ahead of the competitionLegs that are long, lavish and lead me to the futureAnd a head so large, brain that will lead me to be a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthiest
Where do I start?
Why does depression happen?
What reason do people have to be depressed?
They see figures in the distance,
and try to reach out.
It takes hold of their hand,
I'm either all in
or all out.
A lot of people are wondering,
is there a God?
Yes, there is. I've seen him do miracles
in my life and in those around me.
I'm here to say, actually strive to show,
Who am I?
How do I describe?
Will I tell you the truth?
Or what I wish was the truth?
I'll tell you what i do know
I am changing
I am becoming
I am who I am no excuses.
My outer cannot my inner make.
Take away my sprinkles
Colorful and cute in design
I am still a cupcake
Sweet and rich and divine and wholesome to my core
Birth of new born killers
high end thrillers
sparse chances, taken with unease
beans and peas,
mark disease and
players can't see me
'cause I was never on a team
in the first dream, I ever had
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
*Read the poem down first, then read it from bottom up. These two readings represent the filtered self -views of people in society vs. the individualistic view I have of myself, completely filter free*
I feel unnoticed
The girl who stares at her feet while she walks the halls
The one trying to get through another day just like you
I know all of your names
but do you know mine?
why would you need to anyway?
I smile in hope they will stop staring.
I smile in hope that they will see the beauty I see when I look in the mirror.
I smile in hope to make someone's day.
I am a winter rose.
I follow rules but I am my own leader.
I am stationary but crave movement.
I am a dreamer and I often dream with my eyes open.
A voice that leaves only a soft whisper in the clearing
a piece of sand drowning below the waves
In the Mirror is a gratifying reflection,
a young girl seeking for attention.
An outsider wanting to be thin,
desperatly wanting to fit in.
someone that's been in a frown, constantly being let down.
Let's face it, reality is pretty boring, several hours of brain torturing; grades, test, and jobs only create worrying; what is all this that we spend our time juggling?
It has become increasingly simple
To build a mask for ourselves,
To pick and choose the best parts of our lives
And put them on display
As if our souls were on sale.
We sell our bodies to the screens
#labelme
#figureme
#guess
Who am I?
Title me
Give me your dish
Tell me who I am
Tell me who you see
Covered book
Hidden book
Story full of pix
#white
#female
Hashtag “no filter”
Hashtag “no edit”
Dear valencia and sierra
I owe you the credit
Blurry pictures
Red eyes
And blemishes galore
Dislike, mean comment, take it down Good Lord!
Perfection is a malady, it only serves to maim
The wrinkled edges of my insanity, only myself and the world to blame.
'What a shame' was my worst fear,
Lurking behind the swallowed tears
I am a confused girl with a sorry soul
a confused girl with no plans to hold
a confused girl with a body to mold
a confused girl who is ready to go
I lost those men
I lost their sin
Filters gone, now you see my true beauty,
its not on the outside, but within.
Within I am clean, I am whole, I am not
artificial.
Without filters, I am me.
A beating from inside holding us temperate
Tangible yet ethereal these bonds bestowed are,
Gossamers only and still casting shadows
“A Compilation”
This was the title I gave to that small, black composition notebook,
Waiting to be filled and yearning for the art that would flow from
My hand to the pen to the page
I am a prodigal son
Though my chromosomes read double X's
Despite what my sex is, I am still prodigal
Not in the sense of wasting dollar bills on gambling teams
Or quarters on slot machines
I'm not that perfect valencia skin beauty
I'm that beauty that can be a pizza face
I'm not that small forehead lucky individual
I'm that five forehead cutie
Is it okay?
Is it okay?
Through the lens, you see is a smiling girl.
On the screen, she stares back at you with glistening green eyes.
Everything about her screams "happy!"
Everything you read makes you smile,
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy.
Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Sometimes I don't think I'm getting to you anymore, usually when I can see the words going in one ear and out the other and back down to the floor where they probably belonged to begin with.
Pale, blemished, perfect?
Freckled, scarred, flawless?
My skin is stained with excess ink from all the times I created my idea of art.
My nails are broken and chipped from years of playing guitar.
Yellow oozes with every step
the air of confidence seeps
through holes in a glowstick
leaving a plastic shell
and a mess
she walks through the halls
empty
leaving the trail
No filter on this outgoing personality. I want to make friends with everyone and have tons of fun. No filter on my past.
It's kind of weird being adopted.
You become a part of someone's family.
These people could just as easily been strangers passing by.
And you are stuck in a world surrounded by people that look nothing like you
Authetic? What is that?
This idea of being truly me...
Often pretending to be like someone else,
And being judged by what they see.
Why make rules and standards?
Why set the bar so high?
It’s like I have two minds
Not a double sided sword
But two minds
From negative to positive
High to low
Right from left
It’s a strange distinction
I cannot explain
Fresh out the shower
Kinky curls so soft and bouncy
Flowing everywhere as it dries
Creating a giant afro of curls
I look in the mirror and lather on lotion
I get dressed and grab my phone
I'm not like them video girls with the big butts, I don't have gold flowing from my palms like King tut.
We use filter to cover up our blemishes,
Both physical and mental.
Who wants to see a girl without make up on,
Bearing her acne scars and enlarged pores?
Who wants to read an emotional caption,
Contradictions are all around us
Pretty Ugly.
Mad Happy.
Well than let me be the walking contradiction of perfection.
My thigh's don't touch. No Photoshop needed.
One alone cannot lead.
One alone cannot love.
One alone cannot learn.
One alone cannot learn.
One alone cannot laugh.
One alone cannot live the life intended.
Round face, pointy eyes,
dark brown hair, no disguise.
A quarter Chinese isn't too much,
but I think it is enough to count.
Of course, that probably doesn't
mean too much to you people,
Get your own big chair.
I think it has been long overdue.
You should just grow some beard hair,
and buy some new fucking shoes.
Those words will never be spoken now,
we're head over heels in shame,
I ask questions
Too many questions
I ask every question
But I am given no answers
"Why should my work
Be worth less than a man's?"
And I am greeted with silence
I try to control myself
But the temptations are hard
My thoughts are to strong
My mind is long gone
I try to control myself
But not when everyones there
My eyes see all wrong
What if the filter did not excist? Would the world be the same?
Would we be the same?
All around us everywear we look we see people not as they realy are.
Has this war of conforming went to far.
Staring in the mirror as I wipe away the day.Cold, alone, and vulnerable.Looking at the real me as the mask fades away.Scared, beaten, and longing.Beauty is in the eye of the beholder they say.
Perfection will never be reached,
Something we may never even comprehend,
A picture is worth a billion words, an incredible speech,
I bet you base your judgement of me off my profile pic
The way my camera set up I can alter the negatives and replace with positives
You see what I allow you to see
What I see before I edit is tiny pimples mocking me
Everyday i wake up walking down long hallways
its a place in my head i fly to escape
maybe I'm an activist but i cant add this
list of reasons why i cant breathe
my future haunt me
my past torture me
My words without filters sound revolutionary,
sometimes subtle, candid, and at times mindless
They are like an orchestra piece,
with an accompaniment of laughs and smiles
Theres one place on earth I'd rather be
where peoples dreams come true.
A place of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy,
for your family, your friends, and you.
When you enter the park and go down main street
Ask me who I am in the raw,
I'll tell you.
I wake up like everyone else.
I get dressed, brush my teeth.
Most people assume that is me.
5'2", brown hair, brown eyes.
#NoFilter#TheRealMe
Without a #filter,
I feel brighter than a sunrise
I sing louder than a lone wolf
I dream bigger than the Pacific Ocean
I am a real human being
You look around a see a girl. You don't know who she is or where she came from.
Seems odd.
But it's just me. You've seen me I'm sure. I live like this.
Really?
Hey I do not do this often but your beautiful and was hard to pass up, The dimples in her cheeks filled like waves of emotion
Can I describe to you,
This feeling I feel,
When people are there
But you aren’t
And they laugh and you laugh,
But you aren’t laughing
When your chest isn’t there
And your legs feel…
There's a perfect image I've always had of myself,
one not even a filter could create
One that's so perfect just me being me
Letting the world seeing me in my natural state
It's always seemed to get me further.
I am beautiful
Something I'll never change
The way I look in the mirror
How my eyes catch everyone's attention
How I can make everyone laugh
When I don't even wanna smile
I know all the right words
Without black eyeliner and pink lipstick,
Your mind is deteriorating right in front of my eyes
But the flesh still clings to your cheekbones
Curly Hair
laughing eyes
Big, bright smile
laughter wrinkles, slanting
towards well traveled eyes
painful and dear
memories treasured in the heart
i
am fooled
by people,
society
it tells me i can do great things without
a
warning
that what you
see on T.V
is not reality but fantasy
I AM .....
C.S
Why do we strive for "perfect"?Adding filter upon filter to photos in hopes to achieve the highest amount of "likes" possible.Why do we try so hard for these intangible praises for our appearance?
Purely dependable on a luminescent screen, whose naked now. With out the cloth, remove the skin, that is the changeless truth. The skin underneath our skin.
Which filter? That is the question I ask myself for every photo
Knowing that everytime I alter my appearance for others
My self-esteem gets lower
Selfies, the bane of my existance.
It's just a picture, It can't really show who I am
The kind, caring, smart, funny, loving girl
hiden by a face that cameras never seem to get right
ever.
But, yet.
5’3
196 lbs.
Born 9-22-97
30 inches of golden blonde hair
Roughly 38D
3.69 G.P.A.
45 in her graduating class
Predicted score of 1850 on the SAT
Studies 3.64 hours a night
Glasses
Sharp nose
Dark, patterened clothes
Sparkling baby blue eyes
Bright smile with a crooked jaw
Big loving heart with an old amourous soul
Behind the filter, behind the hashtag
Outspoken by the world, a young girl lives
Trapped inside a shell with locked lips
Filled with trepidation of the outside world
She only lives online in her video clips
I am not the popular girl.
I am not the cheerleader with pom poms.
I am not the burnout.
I am an untouched, uncensored, unedited, easily replaceable, unfiltered blueprint of what every young woman she not be. When I walk the ground screams at the abuse of my heavy feet trembling in the thought of my next step. My Words jumble toget
Just a stem on the street
In a city called Murder Mount
A city full of doubts
doubts of the stem to grow
I always said…
The only way people could really see through me is if I was shot 50 times in the chest
Through those bullet holes you could see police lights and my mom screaming she’s dead
They said it could never happen, so when
you told me to give you my hands I gave them to you.
I even smiled.
Now I am tied up and I'll probably die.
They say better to have loved and lost,
Everyday I walk through the halls of red and white, watching unfamiliar faces of high school students pass by like a rock skipping across the water.
We're held back and
stopped by the reds but go
forth when we're beckoned
by the green.What have we become?
Where caution tape decides
where we can and cannot
You know its funny: life
Im 17 and dont know anythig about it
one time i wanted to end it wih a knife
but now i love it wth out a dobt
Im learning all of my flaws
the beautiful ones
Underneath the filters
Underneath the makeup
I am not who I appear to be
The girl people see
I am not always smiling
My hair not always perfect
I am passionate.
I have dreams beyond any imagination,
A child among a sea of wannabe adults.
I am insecure.
I take more than 30 minutes in the bathroom,
Just to give myself no more than a 6 out of 10.
I've had to say it a few times in my #life
that I don't want you to go through my cell phone.
It is not because I have anything to hide,
No #DeepDarkSecrets hiding there, not even "suggestive content,
With all the
filters in our lives it can be hard to tell what's
real and what isn't. From
Instagram to Facebook to Snapchat to Tinder
we hide our real selves
behind layers of filters or layers of
Snapshots of a life well-spent
Moments of Greatness frozen into eternal silence
Laughter, scowls, and faux-pensive looks
On half hidden faces
Topped off with the stolen words from
I'm raw and what you see is what you get
I don't follow this confomrity of appearance
I don't follow the trend of prettiness
I'm about being me and only me
I was cretaed to be me, so why be someone else?
I'm raw and what you see is what you get
I don't follow this confomrity of appearance
I don't follow the trend of prettiness
I'm about being me and only me
I was cretaed to be me, so why be someone else?
Not of this world
but in this globe.
I hold fast to the word
I hold, I hold.
When will they see?
I give them peace
from their rags and emotions
from the pain they've seen
I have a hole in my head.
It's not that big - (not that large really)
Like the skin and bone disappeared
And a gap was left in its stead.
Oh, but I don't mind it Fig -
I can see you
But all you see is yourself
This one sided mirror has a power
Power is something that can be given
Something that you have given
Something that I have given
To you
No filter, no screen, no facade to dream behind
who I am within the safety of the web
isn't who I am naturally
I am less reserved and careless
in person, I'll be honest to a fault and more me
Roots
Tethered in the soil of my heart-
So deeply woven that I am paralyzed.
How did they get here?
How did this start?
My father's compromise.
He left.
Eyes can only see the physical world around us,
Is the physical world the only thing that matters?
In a world where people are judged by their appearance,
Rather than how they've acted or what they've done,
There I was
Here I am
Now I’m there
Now I’m gone
How can I tell who I am?
Each day a new me is born.
So sorry,
There is no answer to who I really am
Just one to who I’m not
Behind the filter
Lies a face
It is a face of madness
Of love
Of caring
The face belongs to a person
Who am I?
behind the screens
of phones, tablets, computers,
of all the digital tools out there
in the palm of your hands
Majority of them
smiling
Capturing moments of happiness
If my hair looks different, I probably washed it today.
I find flossing to be inhumane.
I sleep in a nest of dirty laundry, and it's the most comfortable thing ever.
#SweaterWeather means I am #NotShaving.
Girls think that taking selfies is the way to go,
that adding filters just makes your appearance better.
That might satisfy girls externally, but what about internally?
The Funny girl
The “makes-everyone-laugh” girl
The “always-has-a-joke” girl
The Creative girl
The “always-writing” girl
The “I-have-an-idea” girl
The Social girl
The world describes using filters
and wearing makeup
as a way to hide our true selves from the world
Light, Camera, Action
The day begins.
I do not wear makeup on my face
Maybe some on what i show
There is a mask
My words have meaning;
no one reads them.
Me.
I'm not perfect, I know that.
But perfection is boring,
It's what makes us complacent.
There are no filters in life,
Life isn't a picture to share with friends to judge.
Peel back the stress,
Dust off the sorrow.
I am the girl
That I will be tomorrow.
Excrete irrational worries,
Casually disgaurd all fears of defeat.
I am the girl
That everyone wants to meet.
Remember when girls went through that "selfie" phase?
It was like for every picture of their face that they posted
The hashtag was "no filter"
Followed by a billion heart emojis and smiley faces
One day they might be a turbulent seaWisps of passionate blouse and foamy greensSwirling, raging, trying to capture meTumultuous waters only I’ve seen
Sixteen store bought birthday cakes.
Fifteen words to that couldn't be more wrong.
Fourteen years of three hour study breaks.
Thirteen friends singing mainstream radio songs.
It is hard to unwrap beauty
To hope for others to see past the lies
A blank stare of your nudity
Or a porcelain face in disguise
Underneath the flters
Where I would rather hide
We are skin
We sweat, we breathe
We sing, we dance
We laugh, we love
But we are skin
Painted
Exposed
Vibrant
And soft
We are judged
Not by the likeness of heart
He stands, alone
But, bright without notice
Future driven, he
Now found by him
Together, showered with love
Still, waiting I am
life is not perfect, now isn't this true
and believe it or not neither am I or you
but perfection is not everyones dream
friendship and love will mend a tear in beautys seam
Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield,
Hidden from reality,
We can still detect the truth if we were to peel,
Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality
Two eyes look into the mirror
They look at what they can change
What can be enhanced
They look for symmetry in this three dimensional world
Change.
Its telling us to change
I feel a longing to share who I am,
For the world to know my secrets.
I want them to see my deepest sinews,
To know my so-called Demons.
Inside of me is a longing for thrills,
Its there
It always has been
It has been there for years
It has infected many
It lives there
Do you see it
Do you hear it
It's in me
It speaks my name
It hunts for the weakness
Curl your hair, paint your nails, get your make up just right
Plan the perfect outfit, match it with the perfect shoes
Take a selfie make it great.
Look what society has done to you.
You don't need to be a model
Get up in the morning
Straighten your hair
Put on lipstick
You can’t shop there
Your “suggestions” are the foundation of insecurity
My mind corrupted by the way you think of me
Behind closed doors
I am lyrics I can relate to
And sad songs on repeat
To block out the world I’m not sure I want to be a part of.
Behind closed doors
I am scattered papers, pens, highlighters,
Why don't you wrestle?
Why don't you fight?
You choose to give in
And run from the light.
How can't you see?
How can't you know?
With the fight you're not fighting,
You won't be let go.
Insanity is Madness
Madness is Deranged
and Bedlam and Chaos and Mayhem fight uproariously for center stage.
Yet in the insanity is my inner quiet
and in this quiet
I find there is still Hope.
I'm here to tell you a story about me
A story about a boy from Mississippi
Telling the story is as easy as 1, 2, 3
And it's quite interesting, just wait and see
As a little kid I wasn't big at all
No Filter.
More than just a recognizable hashtag on social media.
Use this to prove a point?
My mind is a candle
Inside a whirlwind of thought
I have bright insights
But there clouded in darkness
I try to be happy
But can't see the light
I try to keep my candle lit
Nevermore.
Indestructible.
Incredible.
Nevermore.
Volnerable.
Incapable.
Indescribable.
Nevermore.
painful.
saddened.
unneeded.
nevermore.
Confused.
He makes me feel like I can really be a down B
He put me on
Now he got me running the Streets
Got me thinking I'm the Baddest bitch on the scene
Got me shaking my ass left, right
This girl that stands before the mirror
In a pretty dress and a smile
Upon her face, who is she?
The one who forces the tears back,
and only shows the world a mask.
I am a contradiction.
Happy, sad.
Yes, no.
Black and white.
But everything mixes.
One moment to the next blurs
and I am lost.
But am I?
I know the road well.
We all are born with no filterBloody, cold and scared,comforted by the maternal love,the one which loves with no conditions
Vignette, grey-scale, sepia, vintage,
always hiding behind the filter.
Air-brush, inkwell, face bright, spot healing,
feeling pretty behind the filter.
Social media filled with thousands of pictures,
i am me
no flter can change that
no lighting or angle could hide my flaws
after all a picture is just a picure right?
do you know everything about me by just looking at a picture of me?
They say there is no clearer photo than shooting in RAW
No data lost, no gapping occurs
How different would people see me in RAW?
No make-up, no facades... just me
I don’t hide under a mask of makeupI don’t speak daggers to othersI don’t care for violence
Thick; damaged; brown hair that fails to cascade down my back and compliments the absence of some breast too small to be considered a rack.
#nofilter
#nolables
#noclouds
#nochains
#noobligations
#nolies
#open
#naked
#clean
#idontneedapproval
#nofilter
I feel so alone.
Broken.
Constantly removed from all that's shown.
Solitary. Confined.
My words go unspoken.
Being told I am not enough
I get hurt because I care too much
I turn to things that help me up.
The art of makeup makes me forget who I was
I got myself a new identity since I cannot go back to what I was.
An Ode to you my acquaintance:we may not be friends, we may have fought.I see that your eyes are filled with patience,but how I am seen, I know not.For when I needed you, you weren't there;
I have forgotten who I am
Swallowing the quilt and pain
Laying in my bed, with blood pouring from my veins
I cannot even cry
Without a filter I am pure
Not trapped in a false photo
Without a filter I am clean
Free of all the distorted words
Without a filter I am wholesome
My words sound like they came from me
Mirror, mirror,
On the wall,
Tell me what you
see.
When I look at
You
I don't like
What's looking back at me.
I can't pretend
I like the way
Society, today, is filled with bullies and hate,
and with many different social media sites to help cyber fiends.
People making fun of how we look or about our weight.
Boys and girls with acne who have only dreamed
Without filters
I can fly
While filtered, I was caged up like a dove ...
In Noah's Ark
Through the filter ...
No one could see me waiting
I was going crazy
My anticipation always waiting
What I'd expect to see in a better me
That would be to be free
Not just any kind of free, but the freedom to be me
No makeup kind of selfies that will get one-hundred likes
Messy hair and acne to show the world
I’m not a picture with filters,I’m not a movie with fillers.I’m more than a status update,And I have a more old-school state.
Hashtag no filter,I need make up--I’m a mother and I’m busy,I run around in circles getting dizzy,I ne’er once complainabout the fact that I’m in pain.
When I was young, the look of myself did not concern me,
It was the look of the world around me that held my wandering eyes;
It was the trees that swayed so gracefully in the wind
I'm not Valencia. I'm not Hudson nor X-Pro II.
I'm more than a photo filter and my thoughts speak louder than the amount of likes I recieve.
All my eight hundred followers couldn't tell me my goals and dreams.
I am the person who enjoys bright colors.
I am the person who is silly.
I am the person who talks to myself as if I had an imaginary friend.
I am the person who thinks of the glass half full.
What you see before you is not what I see in the mirror. For the mirror knows the true person who always hides behind the mask. Tell me, is it true that the most common mask we put on every day is a smiling face?
IA product of stardustA will to liveFor which i eternally lustBehind Closed doorsFalse smilesMy heart poursWaterLike my heart flowsYet silent and swift
I'm used to the feeling of knotted strings waking me up.
I guess I move too much when I sleep.
I guess they just get tangled.
Nighttime is the only time I can move.
That's when the puppet master is sleeping.
I am one of a kind,
a very calm girl, I do not drink, smoke or do drugs,
I respect my mother's opinions,
i do the right things, not all the time but i try to
one day i come home and im all alone ,
I am no person who is better than anyone.I am no person who has great riches.I am just me!I am a person who has feelings and wants to be lovedI am a person who wants to please.
Who am I really without make up or filter is a girl
A young girl
That has no idea what she wants to do with her life or future
Who just wants to take a picture one day without make up or filters
I found out that
life alone is filtered.
We have our press
or our pictures
flashed on every source of media.
It isn't until
the sun is gone,
tears find your cheeks, &
I like to be myself
Snap!
The world is young
I am young
Explore
Purse the lips
Just right
How pretty
Pout
What a cutie
Smile
No makeup. No dye. Just freckles with red hair. Brown eyes with eyebrows to match. Left handed but in the right mind, yet right in most cases. Wiser than the age and more naive than a newborn.
I'm need a Filter for my life.I need to be fake.I need to show off all of my fake assets.But I will still use #nofilterI'm someone who lives behind others.Others are my filter and I can not change.
“My dreams are humid from sun and water and heavy from cornbread and clabber milk”
Yang and Yin
They struggle, they win.
I am darkness, I am light.
I am peace, I am might.
Don't get me wrong I love
But I don't know what's above
Who keeps watch over us,
My last pay check how will spend it?
I look at my last pay check I know I won't forget it.
Because it's my last check and thoughts of how to spend.
A selfie is all me,
I can add what or who I want but it's all me,
it's selfish really but who in their own right can't afford to be selfish at one point or another,
it's all about me?
A selfie is all about me,
A storm rages inside me, but there's nowehere to hide.
The memories provoke me, telling me to glide.
There's nowhere to run, so I stand strong.
I won't allow myself to do any wrong.
I am a small town girl who loves to learn.
This sounds very cheesy, but it is true.
I am Vietnamese, but would love to give the language of Spanish a turn.
I am in college... Go Houston Coogs!
Head highUnless it’s coldBack straightAssured strides
Blue hairLoud voiceSmiles sprinkledAll the way
Real lifeDepressionAnxietyJoint pain
Masquerade covered in a mask
To fulfill the task of who they want to see
Not fulfilling who I want to be
Curling ashes. Flickering and flashes.
Searing heat. Thick smoke. I can't breathe. It stings my eyes.
The fire roars, stretching its jaws,
Its teeth clamp down on the walls.
This house
Didn't anybody tell you
that Longchamp bag
supposedly made in "Paree"
won't matter in ten years
And didn't anybody tell you
it's rude to make fun of him because
he can't afford that
Without the makeup,
without the filters,
the walls I’ve built,
and the mask I hide behind,
there is a girl.
Plain and simple.
Outspoken, stubborn,
quirky and loud.
Your faces are altered
Unreconizable from the truth
I choose to live free
From the filters used by youth
And while I am no beauty by comparison
I am real
Unlike you
Clear, reflecting and judging
The glass yells thoughts to our mind
Infactuated with perfection or doubt
With the power of the mirror, its not hard to find
Rugged skin, Smooth teeth
The power never fails.
Love comes quickly
And leaves silently.
It bears no envy
Or grudge of any kind.
Love leads leaders,
Gives peace to peacemakers,
Provides hope for the hopeless.
They say love is blind
Sitting here writing this, tears form in my eyes
Accepted into an Ivy League, but yet my initial excitement fades as I read article... after article
i am a sinner
i am a liar
i am a person looking for something more
i am a flight risk
i am a self concious, nobody
i am a kid stuck in a world where no one wants to be a kid
i am an underachiever
We wear our personalities like filters
trying them on for that new boy or
the girl you just have to be friends with
one for home, one for school, one for work, one for family
from my face
i will wipe clear the new layer of eyeliner i have applied i will wash clean the dark maroon that coats my lips
All my life I was told to cover
Who I am
How I speak, act, look
I was told to cover my indviduality
I was told to follow a set of rules
Conform to the world's idea of me
But I shine through
When we're pushed down,
it is by one who has the same Bruises on their knees.
When we're being made a fool,
i was a large, vast ocean
i had so much life inside of me
and i took that life and created more life
my waves crashed all around
eventually, i fell in love with the sun
I am sorry.
i am sorry for shredding you to pieces when you deserved to be cherished.
i'm sorry for the six years of abuse i put you through and thought that you deserved.
In a perfect world
Nobody would hide
Behind veils of emotion
Or veils of nonemotion.
In a perfect world
Nobody would hide
Behind petty filters
In pictures.
In a perfect world
I have so much to do and so much to say
And I know that if I was able to remove that one thing from my chest
that one thing that keeps the light in
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,
i believe in the magical qualities of snow,the healing powers of my mother’s cooking,the emotional aftershock of a good book,midnight rants about the world,
Insercurities seem to control us,
drive us to do strange things.
Plastic surgery,
aneorxia,
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
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.
