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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
Narcissus, handsome as he were so attractive, named after him are flow’rs posted an instagram selfie, did he waiting for his followers’ attention, though fleeting poor Narcissus: the ‘likes’ donned upon him
Some days are just different than others, Some are bright and clear But sometimes you release the pain, And shed a tear Lately, I've been talking to God more often, Asking him how I fit into all this,
When you’re suffocated The world just caves in collapsing into your every heaving breath and suddenly- you’re drowning in another world in embraces that check your tongue;
Hey Cody, I know you like Instagram, but don’t get caught up in it.Instagram in itself isn’t such a bad thing.
Feeling Like A Rag Doll,I am disabled by birth.I am paralyzed fromthe waist down!!!! All of my life I've livedwith this!! I cannot stand-up on my ownbut with help I can!!
(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!)
My dream isone thing &one thing only!! I was born aParaplegic!!Growing up,I've been called a wholebunch of names!!
President Donald J. Trump is planning on taking our Medicaid & Medicare away from us!! Medicaid & Medicare are my life!! I can't live without it!! I cannot pay out-
Impeach!! Impeach!! Impeach!! I hope President Trump!! Impeach!! Impeach!! Impeach!! Trump is causing more trouble than ever!!!
"I am disabled birth!! There are a lot of us all over the world!! When you see one of us don't turn away?!! Lend a helping hand!!"
I am tired of people calling me prejudice!!! I am not prejudice, racist, or discriminate against others... I am friendly with everyone except that I get moody
"To All You Mothers Who Are Pregnant & Having A Baby, Be Happy with What You Have!! Whether It's A Boy or Girl or Whether It's Amulatory or Non-Abulatory"!!!
Suicides, why do people want to harm themselves & for what?!! Suicides, what kind of family lifestyle did this person have?!! Suicides,
Child Molesters, why are they on this earth?!! Child Molesters, to think that all of those minors being hurt by them!! Child Molesters, I wonder what
9/11/2001, do you remember that awful day?!! Who can forget right?!! 9/11/2001, What was going through your minds to see ISIS blowing up the
Why did God create us?!! God surely didn't create us to murder, rape, other assaults!!! God created us in HIS image yet there are drug addict & drug dealers. I don't understand
Don't underestimate the power of the disabled?!! Us disabled have more strength than you know!!! We can Powerlift, We can play Shotput, We can run a 200m relay race!!
"Let Me Win But If I Cannot Win Let Me Be Brave in The Attempt"!!
Pres. Donald J. Trump cannot be trusted!! Pres. Donald J. Trump doesn't care about the "American People"!! He especially doesn't care about us disabled citizens!!
I am disabled by birth &whenever I start to speaksome peopleimitates theway I speak& that reallyirritates me& making melook like afool!!
On Remission, August 2010, it was the worst day of my life!! This is when my Ocology Doctor diagnosed me with Acute Leukemia!!! At first my doctor
Instagram, Facebook, That is all it took, Took to lead these teens Out into the streets To live what they'd seen On some little screen.
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.
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
Social media is the worlds imagination. You can be anything you want. Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular. All you need is a few followers.
All my life I questioned if he existed. Until one day everything changed, I met people who loved me Who loved him with all their heart
A ‘somebody’ to me is someone who is successful. Somebody who can tell their future kids someday that you can accomplish anything with determination and self-discipline. For me, a ‘somebody’ also means someone who can change people’s lives.
What is the true meaning of this SeLfy of SeLfme? All I really know is that it takes care of me. With its filters I change who I am, I am confident and free, but I am not me. So, Please SeLfie help me.
Exposing my face on Facebook, or tweeting my teeth on twitter. That is not who I am really.
It's better to love our ecosystem,
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"
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write. Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
In a world where people are periodically posting pics and sending selfies to fellow citizens, there is a surprising amount of self hate surrounding the subject.
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,
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.
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
When you look at the world What do you see? Do you view your food and friends in Mayfair and Valencia? Your wasting your time deciding which accent makes your skin look tan
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
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
Maybe I'm crazy and insane. Maybe we are not the same. But now I know what I see. Every time you look at me. It's innocence, That light. A light that shines through any dark night. And tho you are far away. These words I still have to say.
Who am I behind the camera lens? I constantly take pictures with my friends. Everyone that looks at my Instagram thinks I'm going ham.
Who am I? I am not my facebook page I am not the number of likes on my Instagram post I am no the numbe of retweets on Twitter I am me. I am loving, caring, and kind I am friendly, funny, and quiet
Slumber. Crema. Ludwig. Aden. Perputa. Amaro. Mayfair. Rise. Hudson. Valencia. X-Pro ll. Sierra. Willow. Lo-Fi. Earlybird. Brannan. Inkwell. Hefe. Nashville
When I take a picture I smile and stare at my relfection. My mind wonders if they will like it if they will see me the way I see me.
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.
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.
Imagine a world without filters Where people see you for who you really are Don't worry about hiding that scar Because that is a part of who you are Be happy with yourself and forget what others think
I am a woman who can do it all Even though I am so small I have so much potential because I know most of the essentials
In and from this world what do we really want?
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.
Blood as red as a rose They said death was something that you just chose Truthfully it chose you
The world is full of hate and anger, These things tend to berate and linger, Be cautious ye, the Instagrammer, Don't post pics that make thee stammer. In fact my friend, open your eyes,
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?
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!
she hides behind a façade of perfection each photo she uploads has a certain sheen her profile portrays her laughing, smiling, living but everything she shows you is not all that it seems
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?
Why does everything have to be based off a tragedy. Is it not advantageous enough to just have a beneficial life anymore.
Every girl and boy in the world knows
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 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
When I close my eyes
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
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
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
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
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
a picture can show so much Smile,show off your big smile The one that cost thousands Braces Payed for your orandontist vacation use XX-PRO it will make you look tan
I hated the poetry sections of my high school English classes I have Shakespeare to blame Never couldeth I understandeth his tactics So, naturally, with this I ask that God help me
See I have no filter, because I declare to be remembered,
I am Authentic I don't need the right lightening, or the right edit to have my picture get 1,000 likes or hearts. I am Authentic
Light fixtures hide your fissures You long for reassurance. We weren't sure of your intentions Still i double tapped for insurance. Perhaps it was the meaning Perhaps the polarized blight
I work and work, I grind and grind, Go about my day with leaving nothing behind. I train night and day like there's no tomorrow. Because the thought of failing fills me with sorrow.
who are you when you look into the mirror? are you filtered? or is the vision clearer? does valencia hide what is inside? do you look at yourself through instagram's eyes?
Me. I am me. I would be me. No matter the filter on the camera I will remain me. I could be dressed to the nines and choose the filter that hides all the imperfections I will still be me.
Our Generation is so caught up in showing people what we don't truley have We put filters on our pictures to cover up the lies that we hide inside
My Instagram profile is what I choose to show you: The concert I went to Saturday night, And my bloody nose from the mosh pit.
#nofilter Black and White, out of sight;
I am a lazy shaft of 4 o'clock December light I stay sleepily under warm blankets
#NOFILTER Bryan Carter Filters cover up what is on the outside,
When I post a selfie on Instagram,
How I got images to uphold,I still got images to upload,
You see people still haven't grasped the fact that actions are louder than words that's why when they see these Instagram post then they believe them and Instagram said break up with
Social Media Facebook - Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
What will people think about you when you die? What did you contribute Besides snarky comments and online sighs? You were so tough on facebook Your comments on instagram really stung
You cant escape the social websites, So addicting, it's like flies to bright lights. You try to leave, but keep coming back for more, But you only come to view your friends Temple run high score.
I paid for my sins with a couple our fathers Five Hail Mary’s and I didn’t even bother Wrapping up the prayer coz I didn’t see the point Church congregation I reluctantly joined
Facebook asking me to write something Asking God to leak inspiration from my veins Open the floodgates of Heaven and pour out my pain It pains me, that I am not living to my full potential
The want. The need. The desire for attention. Stuck in a mindset that if I show a little bit more cleavage, I'll get more likes on my pictures. Right? Please tell her she's right.