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 Apr 2014 Michael W Noland
Alexis
Society is so focused on being flawless.  Perfect.  No one is flawless, not even Beyonce.  We will forget who we are on the inside, and soon that won’t even matter because the physical appearance is the main priority.  Women these days are spending so much effort trying to look perfect, which hurts.  Pretty hurts.  Society is expecting women to look perfect, otherwise people will judge.  ‘Perfection is a disease of a nation’. The showbiz industry is giving a negative message to the world.  Photoshop is one of them.  Making a celebrity look flawless is fooling the world into thinking we must look like that.  Spending so much money on clothes, hair etc. but we don’t need to focus on that because all that matters is on the inside, which most people don’t seem to see anymore.  We are constantly getting the messages in our mind that we must be flawless, and sooner or later, this is a disease.  Some of us can’t take it anymore, which leads to anorexia, bulimia, insecurities, and issues with body image.  Pain also takes over our minds, which is ridiculous.  Even celebrities have gone through this because in our naïve little minds, we are thinking we have to be pretty.  There is so much pressure it takes over our minds, and that’s the only thing we think about.  We look into the mirror despising ourselves, because we are who we are.  Society has created us into thinking there’s a certain way we must look, which there is not.  Our flaws make us who we are, makes us positively different.  Unique.  But we aren’t allowed to think that way because the media isn’t allowing us to.  When people change, they are only cheating on themselves because media displays images of what we should and shouldn’t look like.  It’s not their fault though.  They can’t help it.  Changing, like getting botox or body implant is only giving us a masquerade.  It’s a mask to hide our real, inner beauty, which the media has taken the idea away from us, to become people who we actually aren’t.
And in the end, we know that pretty hurts.
a.a.
this probably ******
tiny glowing squares
penetrate my retinas
and spike into my brain
quick-fix pleasure migraine
[a drug, almost]
six-inch screen turned shrine
temple television:
be my proxy
               mother
                    father
      friend
and
      lover
digital aura glow
comfort and sedate me:
tell me i'm beautiful
tell me i'm right
tell me you love me
tell me you'll never leave my side
it's tempting to think modern technology can replace the warmth of human love and compassion.  but it can't.
 Apr 2014 Michael W Noland
nivek
not all birds have bright feathers
still have a right to be here
and are loved equally as much
Taking Jesus lead when it comes to sparrows
each tear is like a razor cutting my arm
each day apart is a coffen for my heart
ever time she is mad it melts my heart and replaceses it with drakness
ever time she laughs it makes my high
i just wish i could tell her this
instead of crying
cristina i hope you find out about this but i am to scared to tell you my self
 Apr 2014 Michael W Noland
Caitie
don't touch me
for I am not pure.
the plague in my veins
rests a lump in my gullet
I cannot breathe
choke on your words, child.
you will not be the only one to burn.
the soul survivor brings
no mercy to those
with a past.
**** it off
don't face
the unknown darkness.
you cannot be afraid
of the worrisome elder
that reeks of experience.
you will become*
they speak.
you are not safe.
I'm human
I make mistakes
And I'm weak
Even on my
Strongest days
But it doesn't
Change my
Constant
Capacity
For love.
untold
joy in the eyes of a child
untold
love in my lovers touch
untold
pain in the old man's walk untold
wealth in the gamblers game
untold
lies in unrepentent eyes
untold
compassion on the face
untold
grief beside the grave
untold
story before the glory
untold
tale before the fail
untold
epics everyday

silent

are the words
of the way

we live our lives
untold

waiting forever
to become

bold
enough to speak
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