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S Bharat Apr 2019
When I Take A Selfie

I always have a lot of fun
In the mist of my own
I fall in love with me
When I take a selfie

I walk around the place
Caring for my pretty face
It is so pleasing to me
When I take a selfie

I meet girls and women
And tell them in vain
This is memory for me
When I take a selfie

My beauty drives me crazy
Always keeps me busy
I always think only of me
When I take a selfie

I get an immense pleasure
To open up the treasure
I look at none but me
When I take a selfie

S. Bharat
Fall in love with yourself, not in narcissistic way. But for you're kind, loving soul and not hurting others.
Kyra Mar 2019
Grip the cord
Pull it taut
Wave at the passerby

They're all looking at you
Pull it taut
Wave

Don't forget to **** in
Breathing doesn't matter
Pull it taut
emeraldine087 Mar 2019
Who doesn't want to trend on social media?
Everyone wants their one minute of fame,
to have their opinions heard,
their photos liked,
their travels wow-ed,
their "achievements" lauded.

The goal is to have a life that your own friends
would troll your timeline to have,
a life that others would **** and steal,
slander and maim to live one minute of--
a #perfect life.

Is there no one who wants to live
for the sake of living anymore?
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
Looking forward
With gratitude
Someday

You will
Post your pain
Post the cries
Post the sufferings
Post the discomforts
Post the failures
Post the bends
Post the hell
That's how
One understands

Your
Effort
Energy
Courage
Patience
How you raised
Genre: Observational
Theme: Both faces of coin
Grantland Mar 2019
Strike keys like matches
Posts like sparks on dry kindling
Set the world aflame
I wrote this little haiku shortly before I left social media.
Manasvi Garg Feb 2019
i’m a prisoner in my own mind
it keeps reminding me i’m nothing-
a waste of space.
everyday goes by scrolling on youtube
and instagram
picking on myself while looking at the cam
till it picks on me-
realizing that one more day slipped
while on this hate-spree.
it’s growing inside of me until it’s no longer a part of me
it is me
dozing into nothingness on a tear-stained couch
waking up to it staring at me
and i crouch
in fear
in pain
in hate
anxiety-
society
has a weird way to deal with it
‘if you don’t think about it, it will go away
just stop whining about it every single day’
exercise
seek meditation
no- this is not a disease that can be solved with medication
just stop
stop, please
this is not something that fades away in a day
or something that i- that we- can control
why can’t you see?
it inches down to my very soul
and the more i try to tame it
the more it takes its toll
i’ve come to terms with it
this must be fate
to be so filled with hate that i suffocate
but never
ever
try to set things straight
resort to help
face the things i’ve dealt
instead
i build up a wall around me
happy exterior
glowing tranquility
while on the inside i bleed
of self-loathe
and pity
‘what’s the problem?’
this is the problem.
picking their voices over my own
silencing everything i’ve ever known
it’s hard, see- to cry for help
when there’s no one to hear your yelp
but yourself.
well today
i’m setting myself free
escaping gradually
no more of being trapped in this bird cage
of being filled with some never-ending rage
this time
i’ll voice my own plea
because today
i choose me.
To anyone who's struggling, don't hesitate to ask for help. Don't bottle it in. Let it out, seek comfort in thing, people, but most importantly- in yourself. Be there for yourself. Days will get better, eventually. This, too, will pass. Just hold on.
smile flower Feb 2019
Instagram, nothing.

snapchat, nothing.

Twitter, nothing.

I sit in bed, alone for the 100th day. alone.
I just woke from my sleep and deleted all my social media. I'm tired of feeling ignored.
Daisy Feb 2019
Hidden Scars
                   and lines
            create
                      immortality
             A mirage of
                      Beauty
                 replacing
             Ethereal Glory
                         Our
                                Children's homes
                                         lost
                  their souls'
                                    birthplace
                 ­            gone
Part 2 of 3 poems inspired by motherhood
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