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Christie Jones Aug 2014
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.
Christie Jones Aug 2014
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.
Christie Jones Aug 2014
It seems nice to hold anĀ 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.
I wrote this, inspired by the disconnect that I am seeing a lot of today. We often go to technology to satisfy some kind of need for a sense of belonging, when really we are all just becoming more and more lonely. Look up and live your life today, free from your smartphone, you just may be glad you did.

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