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ashley lingy Nov 2018
I pretend I don't know why I take you.
But really,
I like to chronicle my days, my moods, my looks.
Did I put makeup on that day?
Was I tired?
Was I happy? Smiling?
Forcing a smile?
Using a filter?
The truth is written all over my face,
if you know where to look.
The Nada Nov 2018
It always hides
The twinkle in black and white
It dances in the bright
Masked in the deep night.
This is me, your smile.
The Nada
Scorpius Jul 2018
I find
Myself
In the frame,
Bound by
The aperture
And the mirror’s edge.
I trace
The slopes
Of shoulders
Into arms,
Of bones
Over *******.
I circle the button
And sink within.
And today,
In this hotel bathroom
With modern lines
And a touchy thermostat,
I remember
Other mirrors
In other bathrooms
Showing me what you see.
So I click and hit send
Before looking again.
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2018
There is nobody else
Just us
Together

Let’s forget
Everything
Face the lens

Don’t get confused
Now it’s time to fly
In a secret sky

Click | Click
Genre: Observational
Theme: Selfish Selfie || Hopeful Wefie
yw Mar 2018
Filtered faces
Staged selfies
Eating oysters
Look at my new watch, sneakers this and that  
Look at the places I visit
Look at my perfect life
No colours are too bright
Edited to perfection
Cropped out the background
Hide the mess If they don’t see it then it doesn’t exist
This is my wonderful wife, life, pooch and house

If I didn’t stage that selfie then this is all of what you would see
the dog that won’t stop barking,
the house that needs cleaned and possibly refurbished,
the wife scrambling at the debt letters on the kitchen counter wondering why the money don’t cover it
The life you wish to filter and draw a line under with the caption “perfect life”
juttu Nov 2017
See the glittering dress
then scroll up
meet the eyes
zoom in as much as you like
she’s clear as the winter sky
not a grain of distortion
she’s a sight for you to devour
Aaron LaLux Nov 2017
Tourists touring temples taking #selfies,
body’s there but souls not,
like Techno Ghosts back from the future,
not here to save the world just here to take a few shots,

but my body is my only temple,
and true enlightenment comes from the absence of Self,
so selfies seem silly to me,
in the same way as trying to wear pants 2 sizes to big without a belt,

or I guess a better analogy would be,
trying to wear a heavy belt without a buckle,
and that thought’s deep better yet heavy,
like Axel Rose those thoughts are heavy metal,

which makes sense especially if you’re an alchemist,
and believe what the Kyballion says about how everything’s metal,

yeah that’s heavy,
heavy as Heavy Metal rock,
being played by the US Army,
in Baghdad with the volume all the way up,

all the while spraying heavy metals,
in order to weigh down moral,
but what does any of this have to do with #selfies you ask,
well listen and I’ll tell you,

narcissist egos created this mess,
force used to push an agenda,
because when we’re too focused on our “selfs”,
we lose sight of the big picture,

like taking #selfies at temples,
and not seeing the beauty around you,
like drowning out the sounds of nature,
with the playlist on your iTunes,

it’s all kinda ironic isn’t it,
it’s tough having morals when complicit in any empire,
so I try and escape to exotic landscapes,
like Malagasy rainforests or Tibetan Temples,

but when I get there I find,
to my disappointing surprise,
a bunch of tourists on their phones,
only remotely living their lives…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Anne Molony Oct 2017
“Who are you?”
my sleepy mind mocks me

It tears holes and ties knots
It drips and oozes and makes toxic puddles
contaminating confidence, daily

Instagram is a persona maintained for an audience that seldom claps
100 whistles for
smart captions, pretty faces, good lighting
over-exposed and contrasted, highly saturated filters-
and roses for cleavage

my distorted caricature
K Balachandran Oct 2017
smartphone addict, she
tripped, fell and photobombed him;
in his selfie now
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