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Sep 2010 · 641
Facebook
Jessi Murphy Sep 2010
How many friends do you have?
There's a counter for that.
And to mobilily update...
For that, there's an app.

There's thousands of games,
Of which no one could care.
All the drama of life
Is put in the online air.

Face to face meetings
Are being forsaken.
And for future jobs...
Watch the pics that were taken.

How many of those "friends"
Could you honestly say...
Would strike up a conversation,
If you just called to say "Hey".

Identity and togetherness
is slowly being lost.
At the same time, good can be done,
So what is our total cost?
JtM 2010
Sep 2010 · 526
Inspiration
Jessi Murphy Sep 2010
Going through the motions,
People crowd around me,
So many things to look at,
But we never really see,
People, nature, inanimate things,
Symbolism, politics, and what those bring,
One persons trash,
Is another's treasure,
Can you look at a flower and tin can,
and see both their measure?
I'm coming up blank, facing a block,
Into my brain, I wish ideas would flock,
But alas, the canvas is clear,
I'm as empty as a drum,
Can you please answer me this...
Where does your inspiration come from?
JtM 2010
Jun 2010 · 578
Little Reminders
Jessi Murphy Jun 2010
What reminds you of me, sugar?
What brings a smile to your face?
What fills your mind up
and gives longing for an embrace?

I know I see you in the stars
the lake and the trees
I hear you in gunshots
and waves breaking free

A song on the radio
The lyrics a perfect fit
But feeling slightly cheesy
If I re-iterate it

Your little quirks
How you do what you do
They aren't just oddities
They are why I like you

So what reminds you of me, sugar?
Because I see you everywhere
What brings a smile to your face?
Because all I need is wind in my hair.
JtM 2010
Live. Laugh. Love.
Jun 2010 · 534
Thought Bubble
Jessi Murphy Jun 2010
You keep me up all night
And race with me through the day
Swirling clouds of wonderment
Things I dare not say

Playing games of "what" and "if"
For things that shall never be
I find myself my future
What I want to touch and taste and see

All figments of coarse, but still
The longing I can not hide
Fears of failure, faded memories
All bundled up inside
JtM 2010

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