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Alexia Brinsley Poem
My selfie with words
By alexia brinsley
How do We capture a moment when the flash doesn’t work, and ideals can't be cropped in a frame?
When filters just “hurt", the "enhance" won't flirt, and the tag doesn't yet have a name?
Why do we share more than what we want to see?
Do we know someone we’ll never touch?
Do we ever switch off, uncharge, just be...
Flip the view,
Hold your breath,
Retouch.
Keeping the world at an arms length shot, leaves life little room in-between.
The squinting smiles like a virtual virus not an inch of our life unseen.
Battery bleeds as the screen fades slow,
the panic starts cold setting in.
For how can you live in the frame of your phone when light on the screen is too dim.
Copyright © Alexia Brinsley | Year Posted 2018
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Alexia Brinsley Poem
Take notice in those moments just before you fall asleep ..
For our mind sets free and screams the words by day we never speak
When you stretch out in your bed imagining someone else was there.
And your sheets are cold replaying wrongs, and manifesting fears
For this is when you meet yourself, stripped back, quiet, dark
Only now as you exhale, you hear, the names stuck on the back of your heart.
Copyright © Alexia Brinsley | Year Posted 2018
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