christie-jones - Hello Poetry

I am drunk And I miss you Your smile, your frown, the way you find jokes funny that no one else does, or seems too, and I will probably, most likely, never see you again so let me resume drinking.

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Aug 16, 2014

Aug 16, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC

christie-jones

loneliness is even harder when there is someone

I am drunk And I miss you Your smile, your frown, the way you find jokes funny that no one else does, or seems too, and I will probably, most likely, never see you again so let me resume drinking.

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I am not here to write a string of words that tug on the strings of your heart. I am here to write my thoughts so they can be read by me, 1, 2, 5 years from now. I'll ask myself "What the hell was I thinking? Why did I ever think I was deep?" And I'll laugh at myself, with sad eyes, wondering why it hasn't gotten better.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC

christie-jones

Honestly,

I am not here to write a string of words that tug on the strings of your heart. I am here to write my thoughts so they can be read by me, 1, 2, 5 years from now. I'll ask myself "What the hell was I thinking? Why did I ever think I was deep?" And I'll laugh at myself, with sad eyes, wondering why it hasn't gotten better.

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It seems nice to hold an ideal reputation, Nowadays we engineer them. With a perfect filter, an edited word. No worry in your tongue slipping. When you finally take your eyes off, and notice the way the sun creates a sky of bright pink and orange, just as its about to say goodnight, are you happy taking it in? Just breathing in and out? It seems nice to feel connected to others. But what about your significant other? Is he even significant? Or just another face, that you can use, to prove to others, that your life, is as pretty as the sun you always seem to miss, just as its about to say goodnight, because you'd rather strain your eyes on a screen, stressing about your impression on others, then experience bliss, in the form of kinesthetic reality, so perfectly imperfect.

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Aug 14, 2014

Aug 14, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC

christie-jones

You've Missed A Lot Lately

It seems nice to hold an ideal reputation, Nowadays we engineer them. With a perfect filter, an edited word. No worry in your tongue slipping. When you finally take your eyes off, and notice the way the sun creates a sky of bright pink and orange, just as its about to say goodnight, are you happy taking it in? Just breathing in and out? It seems nice to feel connected to others. But what about your significant other? Is he even significant? Or just another face, that you can use, to prove to others, that your life, is as pretty as the sun you always seem to miss, just as its about to say goodnight, because you'd rather strain your eyes on a screen, stressing about your impression on others, then experience bliss, in the form of kinesthetic reality, so perfectly imperfect.

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