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They say myths and legends are old tale from forgotten times where time ails  but myths are not forgotten it least not by the young  We hear old legends of Athena and Hera 
Adorned in emeralds and dressed in silk cloth Attracting anyone who had a beating heart She a burning light, you just a moth When she walks people happily part Chains of gold hangs off her hips
Medusa .com yes she's caught your eye You're hypnotized and you don't know why. She controls everything and has you in a trance All of your friends are doing the stone-faced dance.
We walk: heads down, minds consumed By the ever-growing social haven That we seize in grasp. Its palpable exterior draws us in;
Welcome to reality... The place where nothing is as it seems and everyone wears a mask to hide their reality from our reality.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside, or is it Us? Baby, It’s Cold Outside,
The light that glows upon my face keeps me warm Each day I am reminded of the fraying fraying fabric Instead, I let the glare illuminate my face for hours Instead, I let it captivate me; it is my best friend
Living, breathing, exposing ourselves to one another, I wanted more than anything to feel, touch, express like the others. The one in my life existed but they didnt, They could stay up all night with me whereas
I would like to stay And tell you the way That I felt that night When I looked at my screen’s light As you typed; Hello And I said; Hi
Ikaw at ako, paano ko ba ito sisimulang isasalaysay? Sa yugto ba na kung saan tayong dalawa ay nagmamahalan? Sa yugto ba na kung saan may lamat ng namagitan?
Human connection has deminished and now all we have is technological connection. Emotion no longer a human characteristic, but a nuisance. Love is now a foreign language.
So tell me, are you as happy and free as you pretend to be? Bright colors, sultry poses, and your boney, emaciated arms around your “besties”. Skin stained by self tanner faces the camera,
Here we are Once again Just you, me, And Twitter And look here Someone retweeted by pic Let me us send a quick thx, Oh wait This person used it negatively They posted this
Poetry is art, beauty in motion Soft to the ear like expensive hand lotion words need to rhyme, not make sense success will come, at somethings expense Rap music and sonnets, similar in style
Instagram embodies a heart shell but negates to incarnate the beat.Rejecting its blood flow, Projecting its cell count to a matter of likes. 
"Where did the connection go?" He asks as he sits on his phone, his body language screams, "Engrossed in a world that's not his own."
The baby was tucked into bed, Quietly breathing, slightly smiling The mother was laying down right beside her, Mentality breaking, silently wondering
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Your inception was a wave of the future, Taking by storm the time of a nation, But what was once a complement to memories and friendships, Has replaced communication.   Now we “like” or “repost” or “retweet”
Journalists used to be face of media Magazines and newspapers used to be manifestation of their destiny They could make or break person image for a while
dear aspiring traveler, would you still want to travel the world even if you could not take a camera with you? oh, awake and seize this opportunity to see majestic Everest,
To the person struggling to find herself in our digitalized world:   Life In all its beauty and beguilement Is forcibly condensed
When you look back at when those pictures were taken, it seems they were just a window of Time. doesn't care about friends or Connecting. with others is usually
Isolation   I have cropped myself out of photos that don't exist Yet. I’d rather make a self-portrait that stands Out
To people who deny the correlation between the Internet and teen suicide,   You walk into your room. On a beaten wooden table sits your phone, cool and motionless. It is off.
Tragedy in the modern world, I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,
I wear a mask. It’s my smile in the hallway. because while you think I’m flying high, really I'm  fading away.
There was a capitalist named Ghost.All folks recognize him as the host.He tried to conduct a show,But the trolls made him so slow.He then devours a lot of rib roast.
Love letters, glass slippers, and the yearning for true love are no more, instead replaced by Snapchat streaks, Instagram likes, and “gmorning” texts, 
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.       I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Read these lines with passion. Read them with anger towards people who hide behind social media and try to be manipulative heroes.       I see you hiding behind the curtain of social media.
Affirmation Affirmation Affirmation        Seeking attention         Seeking acknowelegement          Seeking proof of my worth Truth Lies Likes                Who am I?
I shall condone in your game of foolery to lead Those in close vicinity down the winding path Of the secrets and the truths All things produced in our time to satisfy Keep the young mind at bay from growth
(I wrote this poem about the effects of social media for my English class. It doesn't rhyme but it has a little repetition. I don't know how this website works but if you can, feel free to share feedback!)  
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He is God.   He is God not Michael or John But he is God The only one He is God Of all nations and all races Yes he is Lord And Creator of all places    
Human beings or robots? Social skills, we have forgot Connected to our phones Lying next to our headstones Soon we will be forgot, always in distraught
America, America, land of the free But when did it become about negativity? From racial slurs to political hate When did discussions become arguments?
I see my 9 year old sister with her face glued to a tablet. And I can't help but question technology. It has its perks. But is it worth it? I see couples staring at their phones instead of each other.
I can’t feel you There is  screen in the way   I don’t know the faces you make Only the emojis you use   I don’t know your tone
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars All hidden behind unopened doors Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke Buried beneath the ash in the smoke Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
Social Media, feeding the Obsession. Expression which switches Depression to Repression. Lies disguise our devotion to true emotion. Self-Hatred, the secret sacred Entity for a hurting Identity.
Home of the Brave? More like home of the slave. Slave to social media. Slave to materials. Slave to a glued to the wall redia. When will we go back to where things were physical
As I scroll through my feed On Facebook, Twitter, Insta All I see is the chaos The crimes committed The idols worshipped The relationships ruined We hit the like button
America Where they say to be yourself But "yourself" should be beautiful So you make Yourself Only you know you will never compete  With the image on the screen Or the perfect aesthetic squares
It's more than a tweet  More than 37 likes on instagram  showing me your #bodypostivity #heforshe scrolling through the void empty scream issues trending on buzzfeed
Old friend, look at me now.   As of late I have taken over the minds of the privileged drawing them in playing with their words like a musician does strings. Finally,
I once would take  to cutting and mark upon my skin. I know the thoughts haunt me and run over me in surprise. But nothing consumes my mind as much as your smile,  and the light behind your eyes.
The Netflix letters are red Twitter is blue I had a phone problem, yes its true  But then I looked up, not on Google you see No I looked in the mirror and saw a reflection of me My phone in my hands
It was a rule I broke that would lead me to find a person who was actually kind. A person I barely know, and has had the courtesy to say "Hello". Countries away we are and yet with social media
We live in a world where we allow Facebook to run and control every situation we face.Even in our relationships we ran to Facebook to relay shit. When we in our feelings of course let's get on Facebook and see how we relate t
You all are followers You seem to forget identity. You all are in search of conformity You seem to settle with docility.   Opinions are not for sale They have gone out of style.
I had a good talk with a good someone. Realization that i don't have to keep any of you posted on nothing.. Nothing at all. If you need to know , you probably know.
I want the ugly pictures back. I want them plastered on social media and loaded in your phone. I want the screenshots of every single snapchat or selfie back.
The narcissists constantly post incessantly about their compulsion, receiving many "likes" has become somewhat of an obsession, keeping an immodest eye on the world icon for a notification,
Don’t think too much About forbidden touch Or legal abuse of such Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.   Don’t feel too much. The homeless man with his crutch
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Why is it That a ninth-grade Honors English teacher has to tell thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year-olds Not to look up ideas for a slam poem assignment Why is it
My social media isn’t instagram, snapchat, or twitter because there’s nothing social about any of them. They aren’t real. You can be whoever you want showing
Sadness creeps in Happiness is produced Anger tries to win Happiness is produced Tears reach my shirt Smiles are shown Profanity is spurt Smiles are shown Mechanical Actions
5:35 am Here I am Searching  I know not what I'm looking for But I know I need to find something 6:17 am Here I am  Took one notification  To know what I'd hoped I'd find
Poetry – because practice makes perfect Fiction was my first love, first poem I rejected It was terrible – oh so terrible Nonacceptable So I stopped writing ‘em for awhile
It's not gonna take an encyclopedia, To understand life without social media. Instagram, Facebook, Snap Chat, and Twitter, Gets my head and my hands all in a jitter. In the landtime forgot, there was U.S. mail,
What is the one thing I can’t live without?Is it my phonemy laptop Would I feel alone if I didn't have these thingsWould I die where I was standingWould the world cave in its self?
Sounds of notifications fill the air, as soldiers battle for thier right to share. They use swords, shields, and even pikes! All in the pursuit of favorites and likes They post things that are nonsensical and dull, 
My most accurate portrayalresides at the top left corner of my screen;a face so exquisitely composed,so flawless in its feminine glory,it will never confess to being digitally perfected.  
the kids behind phones are absolutely vicious. the cute pictures on social media apps are deceptive. these kids know where to hit and how hard. they don't give  a single shit
Social Media is a game controling our life.   Loging on to Facebook Recieving "Likes" Logging on to Twitter Receiving "Favorites" Logging on to Vine Receiving "Revines"  
Message seen 3:04 am, September 15.
The phone rings again.
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell Shades and tainted images hide well The blemishes and marks that always dwell   Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness 
Technology gave me security; The internet made me feel
In this generation why why is it that the number of likes on your latest selfie determines your beauty While the girl behind the screen hides her insecurity behind the filters
Before I can fall in love and introduce you to my mom Before I walk the streets hoding on to your soft hand Before we have our first passionte kiss under a tree Before you proof to me what a gentlemen you can be
Suppression is the repression of depression and you are a part of their pill,
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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,
I am full of hormones, emotions, and fears. I’ve hidden behind a mask for years.   Not a literal mask, like the one Phantom wore But a more subtle one—that made me seem adored.  
  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
We like to believe we are being upfront But behind a filter, screen, or angle. Never wanting to confront The fake front becomes a tangle. Being able to be yourself,
                                                        Without these filters I Am Human. The pain that I feel Emotional or physical Is real The laughter I have
You're a feind, and the substance always has the loudest voice. Bound by addiction, leaving you with no choice. Always calling for you ,with its charm so sweet. You got comments with Emojis, likes and retweets.
Mayfair, Valencia Sierra and X-Pro;Once I apply the perfect filter Then I can post this photoBut with these effects I feel like a sham
We are expected to be full of ourselves. We are expected to show the world only What it wants: Perfect People, Queens, Godesses.   Like prisoners on a hunger strike
15 likes.  20 Likes.  Not enough. Not enough.  Is it my nose?  My Hair?  Why?  Why don't they like me?  Why am I so wrapped  trapped  tangled  my confidence 
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
i'm not perfect and neither are you. but maybe the first step towards getting the right view of ourselves is to stop putting just our filtered face forward and pretending that we are.
I hope they like it. I hope they see it. But why can I not believe it? That girl inside  that picture you see is someone you know but is not me.  
My best side, my right side. I tried the left, couldn’t get the angle Hours in the mirror, hair down, hair behind my ear, I felt alone, so I snapped a pic. Upload. See? I’m not bored at home.
What am I When I am not a thumbnail An emoji A jumble of pixelated parts? What are my words When they escape from my mouth Unedited Unscripted Unable To be deleted?
the time we take to share what we know can be wasted by the endless chatter that we hear, the sounds
With a filter i am different Without a filter i am me For without a filter i am who i was meant to be Without perfect hues and perfect color But i am me, and not some other  
Some say media is a silent killer , the thrilling image is seeping , these photos filters belittle , an image made to please a generation so hollow , and shallow
i stand in front of my mirror staring at
Here I am. Once again a crowd of Strangers. Oops I meant of friends. Because these days we all seem to think that we know each other. You added me on instagram. I follow you on twitter. But what we don’t realize is that we belittle.
Our eyes were once open, and now are closed shut.   At that moment we got the notion that our freedom was stolen a problem arose.  
I have a whole world contained in my head. Not the whole world, but my world instead. Collected in a memory bank of nostalgia and song lyrics and the actual song if I hear it.
It is dangerous to underestimate the value of this life.  It is dangerous to belittle the opportunities to overcome strife. Life is fragile. When it is lost, it is hard to know how to respond.
Teach your kids to be more than book-smart; Teach your kids to think.
Retweet Retweet Retw---- This isn’t worth my retweet   Another anxious night and I just don’t know where to begin Should I do what I want to do or Do what I have to do? #teenangst
In the mirror is not your reflection, But instead the trader within. She looks at you in disgust, Knowing that she’ll win. Poking at your curves, Pinching at your skin.
I'm not afraid to admit I know nothing at all Even though these memories Just left broken scars I gave you a second chance And you just through it away I gave you everything you wanted
The human race is full of malcontent, bigotry, ignorance, and destruction, But the majority of you, so happy giddy people on social media, only fill your news feeds with funny memes and meaningless statuses.
Skinny is a six letter word that haunts me at night. Skinny is perfection, at least that's what I've learned. It's skin and bones; no skin to pinch. Fat is a three letter word that I see in the mirror.
Girls today have no respect for themselves,
Lies,Lies everywhere, Muttered and silent, escaping from little mouths Loud and scattered , dangering lives, Can't hide from the evils of human nature Even if it keeps you in danger...  
  Attention young people of the world, my peers!                         It is not the end of the world if you forget your phone at home or your device refuses to connect to the free Wi-Fi
Do I want to hear a squawk? Do I want to hear a cry? No Tweet that sound Make that noise But in silence Because here, on my apple slice, This is where you speak I am not your friend
When my mobile phone buzzes, I am wide-awake and in anticipation. I need to see what somebody did In relation to my life. Somebody has interacted With me. I matter. I have made an appearance
Everyone turns around, no longer there Distracted, can't concentrate Why must you be like them? Typing away and no longer listening
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